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... that he was not a decent guy. I was lost into my thoughts, looking up at the stars in the dark sky when I had heard a voice. I had turned back to face him, completely startled. I felt like a small deer being stalked by a hungry beast. We made small talk, finding out that we had a common acquaintance but I already knew that it wasn’t what he had in mind. His intentions were hardly veiled; I was like the little red riding hood and he was the big bad wolf, ready to pounce. “Come with me,” he had muttered. I barely had the time to protest. However, I did not resist when he grabbed my hand and let me away, whisking me away from the party to his hotel room. A small cough brings me back to the present. I am now here, standing in front of him, wearing just my underwear. I quietly unfasten my bra and drop it down. I can feel goose bumps on my skin. I hook my fingers into the waistband of my panties when he speaks. “Leave them on.” He gets up from his seat and walks towards me, exuding confidence. I clench my hands into fists, feeling my fingers shaking. My heart is beating faster than before as I stay still. I force myself not to take a step back. He shakes up my self-assurance all the time. He circles around me, inspecting me with his eyes. He stops behind me and I can feel his breath on the back of my neck. Suddenly, I feel him pulling me back against his body. His strong hands gripping at my breasts, causing me to let out a loud gasp as he grinds himself against the crack of my ...

... ass. “Say it.” he mutters in my ear, his teeth and tongue teasing at my earlobe. I part my lips to speak but nothing comes out. “Say it!” he orders impatiently, his voice rough, clearly annoyed at me. His hands start to pinch my nipples, making me wince and cry out. “I…I’m yo..your…s..slut!” I stammer softly, feeling embarrassed, my eyes closed. My cheeks are flushed. “Louder!” he snaps, his voice angry. I can feel his nails digging into my flesh, leaving red marks on my skin. A single tear rolls down my cheek. I hate this situation. I hated the way he treats me but yet, I am here, my panties already wet and my body shaking with desire. As much as I try, I cannot hate him. I don’t know when I have fallen for him and I always find a way to forgive him when I should be mad at him. I know he feels nothing for me, except lust and desire and I have found myself agreeing to this. I have decided to settle down with what he wants to give me. If I cannot have his heart, I am content to have this instead, just to be with him for a few hours. “I’m your slut!” I blur out loud finally and he releases his grip onto me. He squeezes my ass and then he goes back to his armchair while I keep standing there. “Crawl to me.” I drop down to my knees and walk on all fours towards him. I notice the bulge between his legs as I approach. I pause in front of him and he leans forward slightly, running his fingers into my hair before gripping it into a tight fist, tugging at it. I make a protesting sound ...