The fingers stopped inside me, still buried deep. I was dying on the inside… and dripping on the outside. The pain throbbed, but my pussy was soaking, clenching around nothing, begging for more even as I hated to admit it.
— Fuck. You’re telling me you already gave up that ass to two other guys? Tell me that shit right, goddammit. You really are a fucking WHORE!
It hurt, and I think the word hurt more than the slaps. It’s weird to admit, but at the same time it made me even wetter. I wanted him to get jealous, but what he felt was pure lust.
He yanked my hair harder, twisting my face until I was forced to look at him. My eyes were already glassy, but my whole body was shaking with filthy excitement.
— Speak up, whore. Who’s this guy from school? Is he in your class?
His fingers moved inside my ass, stretching, hurting on purpose. I swallowed hard, feeling my pussy pulse with every move he made.
— Felipe… he’s a senior.
He pulled my hair even tighter. The burn on my scalp mixed with the heat rising from my ass up to my stomach.
— You give that pussy to him or just your ass?
— Just my ass. I’m still a virgin. — I paused, holding his stare even with tears in my eyes. — But he’s a lot more affectionate than you.
His laugh came out loud and cruel. And, traitor that it was, my pussy clenched around nothing just from hearing that dominant laugh.
— More affectionate? — he repeated, like the word was a joke. — Who said you want affection?
The next slap was harder. My ass was already burning, hot, marked. The sting exploded across my skin and right after, a sweet tingling spread out, making me moan deeper than I wanted.
— Fuck, it huuuurts…
— Isn’t that what you like, you little slut? — he growled right against my ear, fingers still buried, twisting. The movement turned the pain into a hot, dirty pleasure that left me way too wet.
— Now say you’re my little whore.
— I’m your little whore… I’m your little whore… — I answered, head throbbing from how hard he was yanking. Every word came out with a moan I couldn’t hold back. My whole body was surrendered, pussy dripping down the inside of my thigh.
Another slap. Harder. The pain burned, but a strange pleasure came with it. It’s so weird to admit, but I liked that pain.
— From now on you’re gonna be mine and you’re gonna give it up whenever I want.
One more slap. I screamed from the pain… and from the rush.
— Aaaahhhh!!
— Shit, you can’t scream, you fucking whore! My parents are in the other room — he said low, almost in my ear, voice controlled and dangerous. — Bury your face in the pillow to muffle it.
I shoved my face into the pillow, smothering the next moan when he slapped me again. My ass was on fire, throbbing, and with every slap my pussy clenched, soaked, begging to get fucked too.
— Answer me, goddammit. You gonna be my little whore?
— Yesssss… — that was all I could manage, already crying and shaking from a filthy pleasure I hated feeling so much.
He pulled his fingers out. The emptiness hurt almost as much as when they went in. He grabbed the lube and slicked up my asshole generously. Then he lined up the head of his cock and warned, with zero sweetness:
— I’m gonna pound you hard. And you’re gonna take it.
He shoved in all at once. His thick cock split my ass open violently, making me bite the pillow. The pain was so intense my eyes flooded… He didn’t give me time to adjust. He started pounding deep, yanking my hair with one hand and cursing me with every thrust. Each stroke ripped a muffled moan out of me — half pain, half pleasure. My pussy kept leaking nonstop, pulsing every time he filled me.
— Hurts, you little whore? Take it. This is what you like, you bitch.
I moaned and cried into the pillow, body rocking with every thrust, that filthy pleasure building even through the pain. I hated how much I liked it. I hated how much my body wanted more.
— Now you’re gonna give it to me whenever I want, right?
He yanked my hair until I had to answer between the muffled moans. Every pull sent pleasure straight to my clit.
— Yes… I will… whenever you want…
He came deep, groaning low, still gripping my hair. When he finally pulled out, I was shaking, ass throbbing, open and burning, face wet with tears and spit. My pussy was still pulsing like it wanted more. And I turned around like an idiot, needy, throwing myself into his arms, still crying — from pain, from pleasure, from shame, and from love all mixed together.
— I love you… I wanna be only yours… dump that girl and date me?
The answer came cold, cutting, like a blade through my heart.
— Rafa, I adore you, you’re beautiful, but that’s not happening… I’m not the romantic type.
He paused, looking at me with an almost cruel calm.
— Besides, Rafa… you’re my cousin.
I looked down. The tears kept falling, but I forced myself not to cry harder in front of him. I wanted to disappear.
— Look at me. I already told you what I want. I want you to be my little whore. You know what that means?
He paused, waiting for me to answer. When I didn’t, he finished it himself, voice low and cold:
— It’s just fucking. Zero romance.
— If you wanna keep going, from now on it’s gonna have to be my way.
He said that and just stared at me, waiting.
I didn’t answer. I just stayed there, still half dazed, feeling my ass throb and his words echoing in my head: “Zero romance, his way.”
I got up slowly, put my shorts and t-shirt on in silence, not looking at him. My hands were shaking a little. When I was done, I opened the door and walked out without another word.
The second I got to Carol’s room, I collapsed on the bed and cried until I couldn’t anymore. I loved him too much. I didn’t wanna be just another girl, but I didn’t wanna lose him either.
If I could go back in time, I’d go right back to that conversation and answer:
“On the contrary, my love… if you want me, it’s gonna have to be my way.”
But I was still naive. And stupidly in love.
"Who one day will say that there is no reason in the things done by the heart."