There are so many things I want to say to him, but he won't give me the chance. Instead, he moves his hand from my cheek down to my neck, squeezing and cutting off my breath. I choke and sputter, more spit dripping from my gagged mouth.

Suddenly, I remember the laptop.

Did he look at it? Did he see it? My shame? My filthiest fantasies, all of them saved in neatly organized order for my viewing pleasure. The thought that he's forced himself into my life this way, stolen even more of my secrets, pisses me off, and I thrash wildly against my handcuffs in a desperate attempt to get the hell away from him.

He reappears and gets on top of me, and when he pulls the duvet off my body, there's not an inch of my skin that remains hidden. Why on earth did I decide to sleep naked tonight? I let out a muffled groan as Jas forcefully parts my legs. The moonlight reveals his face – he’s wearing a stoic mask, but the vision breaks apart when he smirks.

"I'm only giving you what you want, Petal," he tells me in a low growl before burying his head between my legs.

He sucks and licks me to the point my limbs start hitting the bed. I don't know whether I'm scrambling to get away from him, or to get more. His touch feels like fire, and my body wants to be licked by its flames.

"Don't tell me this isn't what you've been hoping for," he speaks up again from between my legs. "I've seen your browsing history, you dirty slut."

Instantly, my cheeks are aflame and Jas smirks, chuckling at my obvious discomfort. "Yes, Pet, I've seen it all. Every filthy little fantasy you've ever had, all spelled out for me. And then it fucking hit me."

He slaps my pussy without warning, hard enough to make me yelp and send shockwaves through my body. I hate how much I love it, and shame keeps burning me from the inside as Jas goes on.

"You want this, slut. You want to be used, degraded. You want a fucking stalker, don't you? You want someone to follow you in the dead of the night, but that's not enough, is it?"

I cry out as my mouth fills with more saliva, but he pays me no mind, continuing his monologue.

"You want your stalker to take you. To drag you into a dark alley and treat you like the filthy little slut you are."

He unbuckles his belt and hungry, muffled moans fill the air when he takes out his engorged cock. It takes me a moment to realize the moans are coming from me.

" I'm here to give you what you want, Pet. I'll always know your nos mean yes, please, more. Always fucking more."

Hot tears begin to spill from my eyes, and I shut them tightly. I tell myself I don't want this, but it's a lie – it's obvious from the way I'm responding. In a way, I'm thankful Jas has gagged me – otherwise I’m sure I'd embarrass myself further by begging for more.

He plunges his cock inside me in one long, fluid motion that makes me mewl out loud. Jasper doesn't make love; he fucks me like he hates me. Punishing punches of his cock inside me make me wide awake and, within the third thrust, I'm already moaning, trying to shape the word please as best as I can through my gag.

I want him to do this to me. Not only because of the punishment, but also because this is my wildest fucking fantasy. Jas is letting me live to the very last detail.

My first orgasm takes me by surprise, ripping through my body with a shocking combination of force and need. Jas fucks me like I’m just a doll, driving his cock inside me like he's merely using my holes to get off. Like he doesn't give a shit whether I'm enjoying this or not. To my horror, it only serves to turn me on more.

"You filthy slut," he murmurs in my ear. "Dressed that way. Tempting every fucking man. You knew this was going to happen, didn't you, Petal? You wanted to get raped."

Another orgasm, this time even more heart-pounding than the last. I'm groaning, whimpering, when he finally pulls the gag free. I'm still handcuffed, gulping down sobs as he rolls the ball all over my pussy, soaking it in my juices.

"Be nice and quiet now, Pet.”

I nod, my bottom lip shaking. Wordlessly, I watch him make the ball drip with my juices before shoving it back in my mouth.

"I want you to taste what I'm tasting. The sweetest little cunt I've ever had. How is anyone supposed to resist you, Petal? Every man dreams of raping that filthy cunt of yours.”

He lifts my legs apart and plunges his cock in again. Fucks me hard and fast and relentless. I stop counting after the third orgasm. Stop existing after another hour of his torture. It's like he's determined to break me with the sheer force of his cock. I'm coming apart beneath him and he doesn't even care, fucking me into such a mess I'm soaked in tears, spit and my own juices.

I don't know how much later it is, but I'm gasping for air when he removes the gag again.

"Nice and quiet, remember?" He reminds me, and I nod breathlessly. "Good girl, Petal. Now I'm going to give you a special present because you were so good tonight. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

I nod again as he lovingly touches his fingertips to my cheeks. He's so gentle.

But not for long.

He slaps my cheek, hard. The shock is enough to make me drip and I stare into his eyes defiantly.

"More," I whisper.

His lips lift in a dark, cruel smirk. "You want to be hit again?"

I nod.

He backhands me.

The sting of the slap feels surreal – surreal enough to make my legs open wide. Surreal enough to have my juices leaking from me.

“Again,” I say, still trying to catch my breath.

He slaps me again, from left to right and right to left and when I cry out it’s because I’m coming. Coming as he hits me. Jerking my hips like a slut as the shock of each slap has my body reeling.

I just came by being hit and called a slut.

Oh, God.

Oh. My. Fucking. God.

The shame of it all is too much to bear, and I bury my head in the pillow while Jas plunges his cock into me and fucks me like a wild animal. He's relentless, driving his cock into me as he leans down to whisper in my ear.

"Good girls get rewarded. You know I didn't put on a rubber, don't you?"

"N-No," I lie.

"Oh, you know. And you fucking love it, just like last time. Maybe next time I'll take your pills away, too. Make sure when I feed this tight cunt with my seed, it’ll take it all."

I cry out a pathetic whimper. I've never been used and abused like this, fucked so hard I don't even remember how long it's been before I had a cock inside me. I'm a puppet now, doing anything he says. And I've never been more turned on in my life.

"Beg me to fill you up. Beg for my cum."

"Please," I manage.

"Properly." He slaps my pussy hard and I erupt in dry sobs. "No more fucking drama, Pet. Beg."

"Please, Jas... Fill me up, I want it."

"More."

"I want to drip with you... I want to feel your seed inside me when you leave."

"Good girl." He grabs my neck, his eyes connecting with mine as he drives himself inside me again, then stays in place. I feel his enormous cock throbbing in me, and it's enough to drive me wild. "Feel that, Petal? That's my cock fucking claiming you because you’re mine. Only mine."

He starts off slow, easing out of me, before slowly pushing all the way deep. He feels enormous. I know he’s ready to blow. I clench my pussy around him when he’s buried deep and it’s enough to make him hiss.