Let him do what he wants. "There’s something dangerously thrilling about his anger... maybe I want this too."

I had never been in a situation like this before, never been held down by a violent man, never been **** to face my own desires and fears. My heart was pounding in my chest, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps as I lay there, staring up at him, my body tense, my nipples hard. I couldn't speak, couldn't move, could only lie there, frozen in a mix of fear and excitement.

I wondered if he was going to do it, if he was going to take me without my consent, if he was going to ignore my demands and take what he wanted. My heart pounded in my chest as I lay there, staring up at him, my body tense, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

I gasped as he pushed into me, his body tense as he began to move, his hips slamming against mine with a **** that stole my breath away. I couldn't speak, couldn't move, could only lie there, staring up at him as he fucked me hard, his body driving into mine with a desperation that was almost primal. Despite the lack of consent, despite the **** of the act, I couldn't deny the way it made me feel. My body was alive, my nerves on fire as I felt him inside me, his cock sliding in and out with a friction that sent waves of pleasure coursing through me. I bit my lip, my eyes wide as I tried to hold back the moans that threatened to escape, tried to hold back the cries of pleasure that were building in my throat.

I could feel him tensing above me, could feel the way his body was shaking, the way his cock was pulsing inside me. I knew what was coming, knew that he was close, that he was about to come. And as I felt it, I realized something. I didn't want him to stop. Despite the lack of consent, despite the **** of the act, I wanted him to keep going. It felt too good, too fucking good to stop. "No," I gasped, my voice barely above a whisper as I looked up at him.

I reached up, my hand connecting with his cheek in a slap that echoed through the room. His head snapped to the side, his eyes widening in shock as he looked at me, stunned. I slapped him again, using my other hand, my heart pounding in my chest as I waited to see what he would do next.

"You fucking bitch," he growled, his hands wrapping around my wrists, pinning them above my head as he began to fuck me hard, his body slamming into mine. As he fucked me, as he held me down, I realized that my plan had worked. The pain, the shock, the fear had all combined to push his impending orgasm aside, had all combined to prolong our fucking. And despite the ****, despite the anger in his eyes, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction, as I lay there, taking him, giving in to the pleasure that was coursing through me.

I lay there, staring up at him as he fucked me, my eyes locked with his as I refused to look away, refused to give him the satisfaction of a moan, of a cry of pleasure. But inside, I was a whirlwind of sensation, each thrust sending waves of indescribable pleasure coursing through me. I bit my lip, my body tensing as I tried to hold back, tried to keep my moans locked inside.

I had never had sex without protection before, had never felt a man inside me without the barrier of a condom. It was a new sensation, one that I couldn't quite describe. Every vein, every ridge of his cock was visible, was pressing against my inner walls as he moved inside me. I tried to hold back, tried to keep my moans locked inside, but it was no use. I felt my orgasm building, felt it washing over me as I lay there, taking him, giving in to the pleasure that was coursing through me.

The orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, my body convulsing as I tried to hold back my moans, tried to keep them locked inside. But it was no use. A low, guttural sound escaped my lips, my body trembling as I clamped down around him, my eyes rolling back in my head.

"Fuck, Aiko, you're so fucking tight," he groaned, his body tensing as he continued to fuck me, his hips slamming against mine as I came, my body convulsing around him. I couldn't hold back my cries, couldn't hold back the screams of pleasure that tore through me as he drove into me, his body relentless, his cock hitting that spot inside me that sent waves of pleasure crashing over me.

As the orgasm finally passed, I lay there, my body spent, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. I realized that my hands were free, and without thinking, I reached up, my hand wrapping around his jaw, my fingers digging into his flesh. "You fucking bastard," I growled, my voice laced with a rage that surprised even me.

"No!" I cried out, my eyes widening in shock as I felt him pulsing inside me, his body tensing as he came, his cock shooting stream after stream of hot, sticky cum into my depths. I could feel it, could feel the way my body was reacting, the way my will was bending to his, the way my rage was dissipating, replaced by a sense of… submission. I didn't understand it, didn't understand what was happening to me, but I could feel it, feel the way my body was changing, feel the way my mind was clouding. I was filled with his cum, filled with his essence, and I could feel the curse taking hold.

"Fuck, that feels so good," I moaned, my body moving on its own as I began to grind against him, my hips moving in a rhythm that was primal, that was instinctual. I could feel the way his cock was pulsing inside me, could feel the way his cum was filling me, and I wanted more. I wanted to feel it all, wanted to feel every last drop.

"I guess that's what happens when you give a girl a good fuck, huh?" he chuckled, pulling out of me, his body glistening with sweat. I lay there, staring up at him, my body still tingling with pleasure as I tried to process what had just happened. Despite everything, despite the lack of consent, despite the ****, I found myself laughing, a genuine, surprised laugh.

As Deion disappeared into the bathroom, I lay there on the bed, my body still tingling with pleasure. I reached down, my fingers gently touching the lips of my pussy, and I could feel it, could feel the way his cum was leaking out of me. It was a strange sensation, one that I had never experienced before, one that left me feeling a mix of satisfaction and unease.

I should go, I thought to myself, his actions replaying in my mind. He hadn't respected my boundaries, hadn't listened to my demands. But for some reason, the thought of leaving didn't seem as urgent as it should have. I looked towards the bathroom, towards the sound of the running water, and I realized that I didn't want to be rude, didn't want to leave without saying anything. I should wait, I decided, wait until he told me to go. I curled up on the bed, my body still tingling with pleasure as I waited, my mind a whirlwind of confusion and desire.

"You know, I've always had a thing for Asian girls," Deion said, his voice low and husky as he lay down beside me, his hand tracing patterns on my stomach. I stiffened, my body tensing as I realized what he was doing, what he was saying. "I love the way they look, the way they moan," he continued, his fingers dipping lower, tracing the line of my hip. I bit my lip, my mind racing as I tried to process his words, tried to understand what he was getting at.

"You sound just like the pornstars I jerk off to," Deion said, his voice low and laced with desire as he looked at me, his eyes dark with hunger. I felt a shiver run down my spine, a mix of satisfaction and unease settling in the pit of my stomach as I processed his words. I had never been compared to a pornstar before, had never had a man tell me that I sounded like one. It was a strange compliment, one that left me feeling a mix of pride and discomfort.

I shouldn't be enjoying this, I thought to myself as I lay there, his words sending a thrill of excitement coursing through me. I should be angry, should be objecting to the way he was speaking to me, the way he was using me. But instead, I found myself eager to please, eager to do as he asked. "Turn over," he said, his voice firm as he gestured to the bed. "I want to fuck you from behind, want to feel that tight little ass of yours." I bit my lip, my heart pounding in my chest as I turned over, as I presented myself to him, my body already aching with anticipation.

I could feel him positioning himself behind me, could feel the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. I braced myself, my body tensing as I waited for him to push inside, waited for him to take me. And then, he did. He pushed into me, his body moving with a **** that stole my breath away, his cock sliding in deep, filling me completely. I moaned, my body arching as he began to move, his hips slamming against mine as he fucked me hard, his body driving into mine with a desperation that was almost primal.

I couldn't help it, couldn't hold back the moans that escaped my lips as he fucked me, his body slamming into mine with a **** that stole my breath away. I could hear the sounds I was making, could hear the way they mirrored the pornstars he had spoken of, and I realized that I was doing exactly what he had asked, was giving him exactly what he wanted. "That's it, Aiko," he groaned, his voice laced with desire as he fucked me harder, his body driving into mine with a desperation that was almost primal. "You sound just like them, just like the girls in my fantasies." I bit my lip, my body tensing as I took him, as I gave in to the pleasure that was coursing through me.

I could feel it building, could feel the way my body was tensing, the way my nerves were lighting up. I moaned, my body arching as I felt the orgasm wash over me, my pussy clamping down around him as I came, my body convulsing with pleasure.

I stiffened as I felt him pull out of my pussy, as I felt the head of his cock pressing against my asshole. I had never done this before, had never even considered it, and my body tensed in fear as I realized what he was about to do. I didn't speak, didn't protest, didn't do anything to stop him. I just lay there, my body stiff as I waited, my heart pounding in my chest. And then, he pushed inside. It hurt, the sensation strange and foreign as he slid into my ass, his cock coated in our combined fluids. I bit my lip, my body tensing as I took him, as I gave in to the pain and pleasure that was coursing through me.

"Fuck, that's tight," he groaned, his body tensing as he began to move, his hips slowly slamming against mine as he fucked my ass. I could feel every inch of him, could feel the way he was stretching me, filling me completely. It was a strange sensation, one that I had never experienced before, one that left me feeling a mix of pain and pleasure as he drove into me, his body relentless in its pursuit of pleasure. I could feel it building, could feel the way his body was tensing, the way his cock was pulsing inside me. And then, with a final thrust, he came, his body convulsing as he filled my ass with his hot, sticky cum, his voice groaning out, "Fuck, your ass is so fucking tight, Aiko."

"Goddamn, Aiko, you feel amazing," he groaned, pulling out of me, his body spent. I lay there, my body aching as I tried to process what had just happened, as I tried to understand what had possessed me to let him do that, to let him take me like that. But as I looked up at him, as I saw the satisfied look on his face, I realized that I didn't care. I didn't care about the pain, didn't care about the lack of consent, didn't care about anything but the pleasure that was still coursing through me.

The room was quiet as we dressed, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat. I could feel the weight of what had happened settling in my stomach, could feel the way my body ached as I pulled on my clothes, as I tried to make sense of everything that had happened. As we left the room, as we stepped out into the harsh light of the afternoon, Deion turned to me, a smirk on his face. "I can't wait to fuck that ass again, Aiko," he said, his voice low and laced with desire. I felt a shiver run down my spine, a mix of satisfaction and unease settling in the pit of my stomach as I realized that, despite everything, I wanted him to.

"I-I think you already have my number," I stammered, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment as I looked up at him, my eyes meeting his. I could see the hunger in his gaze, could see the way he was looking at me. I didn't know what had come over me, didn't know why I was encouraging him, why I was giving him the opportunity to use me again. But I couldn't help it, couldn't stop the words from tumbling out of my mouth. "If you want to, you know, you can just call," I finished, my voice barely above a whisper as I looked away, my heart pounding in my chest.