Yes

-co-written with SammyColt-

Max closed her eyes but turned her head slightly towards her bedroom. With one hand on her ass and the other on her stomach he led her into her room. Her bed was little more than a twin sized mattress laying directly on the floor. A thin blanket was thrown across it and another thicker one was bunched up near the far end.

It was more than enough for Jonas. He turned Max and pushed her onto the bed.

He watched as she twisted then slid backwards as he pulled off his jacket crawled onto her bed towards her. He had to wonder if the cords could actually hold her or if she was just playing along for his benefit. He wasn't sure which would please him more.

Max's chest rose and fell and she stared blankly up at her ceiling. Things had gone array so quickly, she pulled on the bungees again, feeling the elastic cords stretch, she could pull them off, but what would be the point.

Jonas bent down and kissed her stomach, just below her navel and Max pinched her eyes closed. His hands slid up her legs, over her thighs to cup her bum. His mouth moved another inch lower and kissed her again.

“Don't…” Max moaned. She was beginning to lose trust in herself and didn't want this to continue. He moved further down until he could feel his warm breathe over her swollen clit. Goosebumps ran up her skin.

“Don't what, Max?” Jonas whispered softly, his lips brushing up against the most sensitive part of her.

“Ahh,” Max gasped as Jonas gently licked her, the act sending pulses of pleasure coursing up and down her body. His hands cupped her ass, squeezing her cheeks.

“You're perfect,” Jonas told her, “There's no reason to fight this.” He slid a single finger inside of her, amazed how her body reacted as her pussy clenched tightly around his digit. His cock throbbed in anticipation. “I can help you in ways you can't even imagine.” He bent down and kissed her overly sensitized flesh, “everything you've ever wanted to know is at my fingertips.” His fingers curled inside her pussy, while the index finger of his other hand gently pushed against her asshole. Max gasped when she felt him toy with her puckered backdoor and she drew a hissing breath when he slowly thrust one digit inside the small nether hole.

She lifted her hips up, for the first time she pushed back towards him, initiating the contact. The first sign of surrender? Of breaking. Jonas rewarded her by closing his lips around the swollen bud of nerves and rolling his tongue over her. She groaned, a throaty surprised moan, a sound Jonas would not forget soon.

He toyed with her, licking and sucking with working his fingers in an out of her pussy, while simply keeping the one digit lodged just in her ass, she moaned, cried out and he kept her on edge, her body arched off the bed driving her soaking cunt into his face. He could feel every tremble every convulsion she was unable to stop herself from responding to every touch.

Jonas knew she hated him, was disgusted by him even, but that made it all the better. He would break her in the end as much as she hated him she would love the things he’d do to her. He pressed his tongue against her clit and slid another finger into her. He watched as she threw her head back and ecstasy. The muscles in her stomach and neck tightening as she fought the pleasure. If he kept going she would cum.

So he stopped. He pulled his mouth away from her, and slipped two fingers from her soaking wet pussy. Max fell back against the bed, her immaculate tits rising and falling as she desperately tried to regain her breath.

Jonas watched as her eyes fluttered open and she looked down at him. Rage, disgust were all present in her glare as well as something else, lust. She had enjoyed it, she knew it and so did he.

Her chest heaved up and down, her arms straining behind her, her eyes still closed as she breathed heavily. Jonas reached down undoing his belt, and pulling out his hard aching cock. He shimmed up her body until he was nestled between her thighs his face hovering over hers.

One hand on the bed beside her face holding himself up, the other holding his cock. Max turned her head to the side not wanting to look at him. She flinched as she felt him press against her soaked folds. Without thinking her legs spread.

Max bit her lip and let out a soft whimper as the much older man pushed himself inside of her.

“Mmm,” Max moaned.

“Tell me you want it, Max,” Jonas whispered to her, barely an inch of his cock inside her

“Fuck you,” Max spat.

Slowly, Jonas pushed inside her; another inch of his fat cock penetrated her body. Her lips spread open, gripping him, soaking his shaft with her arousal. She couldn't help but whimper as a small tremble ran up her spine.

“You disgusting old fuuu-” Max cried out as he drove fully into her, filling her completely.

He pulled out slightly, his own groan escaping his lungs. She was incredible, her body swallowed him, squeezing him tightly; at first she squirmed, trying to get away from him but it but when he left her thighs pulled up against his legs as she let herself go.

“God,” Max cried out her hips lifting off the bed to meet his thrusts.

“Look at me,” Jonas groaned out, his breathing heavy. She refused so he grabbed her head, forcing her to look up. Her eyes were shut but her mouth opened in gasps so he kissed her, pressing his lips against hers.

“Mmh,” Max moaned as his tongue **** his way into her mouth, his hips still pounding into her aching cunt. She could taste herself on his lips. She arched up against him. She could feel the buttons on his dress shirt pressing against her bare skin, digging into her stomach as he grinded against her.

Max imagined Cindy walking in on them now, seeing this man, old enough to be her grandfather on top of her almost fully clothed and driving his cock deep inside her soaked pussy, her legs flailing through the air. What would she think, what would they say. Her eyes rolled back in her head as a wave of pleasure shot up her back and down to her toes.

Why was she enjoying this? Max fought against the rising pleasure inside of her, but she couldn't stop the feelings coursing through her body, she could feel every inch of his cock thrusting in out, her own juices easing his movements and dripping out of her. Her skin felt electric, her body warmed to everything he did to her.

“Fuck,” Max cried out her body going stiff for a moment, this old disgusting man, who had just roughly face fucked her, who was blackmailing her was about to make her- “Gahh,” she cried out as she was unable to deny the pleasure building inside of her. An incredibly warmth spread through her body, sending tingles of pleasure coursing through every nerve. She tried to sit up, tried to pull away not wanting it to continue but another amazing wave coursed through her and she fell back down and let Jonas continue to fuck her.

“That's it, baby,” he whispered into her ear between gasps.

“Nooooo…” Max whimpered as one the best orgasms of her life quickly overwhelmed her senses. Then he felt him throb, and his teeth bite down gently onto her shoulder. One thrust, then another harder one before he stopped moving. She gasped audibly when she felt spurt after spurt of hot goo shoot up inside her. He just fucking came inside her! And somehow, that lewd feeling made it all even better. Max’ eyes rolled back inside her head as she lost herself in her orgasm.

Small tremors ran through Max, she laid there, her legs spread, Jonas collapsed on top of her, her limps still shaking slightly as the orgasm washed over her. Her body milked his cock as her muscles convulsed around him.

Max turned her head to her side away from where Jonas. Still in slight disbelief he of all people had made her feel this way. After what felt like an eternity Jonas lifted himself up, his cock sliding slowly out of her pussy, followed by a trickle of warm, white cum that ran down her ass-crack and soaked the sheets.

Max rolled onto her side, the pleasure subsiding, leaving only shame. She felt sick and all she wanted to do was crawl into the shower and maybe throw up. The bed creaked as Jonas sat up, she heard him pull his pants up, then the sound of his belt buckle being done back up.

“How do you think this is going to end, Jonas?” Max asked and glared at his back. “If you do have files on me, you know what I am capable of.”

Jonas looked down picked up his coat. “There is no need for our relationship to become hostile, Max.” he turned to face her; her hair was a mess, her skin red with blush, with a hint of sweat making her glow. He did this to her. “You have an assortment of skills a man like me would find very useful and I in turn have a wealth of information and resources that can help you learn more about your history and how to protect yourself and your friends. You help me, and I can help you. A quid pro quo if you will.”

Max sat up, glaring at the older man. She twisted her wrists a little, effortlessly getting rid of the cord around them, and pulled a blanket up and over her tits to hide herself. “Just go.” she told him.

He smiled at her, “I'll be in touch.” and with that Jonas left.