Rape Game: A Love Story Angelina Blake Rape Game: A Love Story Angelina Blake Copyright © 2012 by Angelina Blake All rights reserved. Without limiting the rights under copyright reserved above, no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise) without the prior written permission of both the copyright owner and the above publisher of this book. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination, or, if real, used fictitiously. This book is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This book may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, lease purchase an additional copy for each person. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author. Smashwords Edition: October 2012 Author's note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. Rape Game: A Love Story Lexie swallowed hard when Justin shut her front door and turned the lock. The final-sounding click of the deadbolt sped her breath and made her pussy clench. He’d started the game. Simply by his hand twisting her apartment’s lock, he’d taken charge. Her apartment. Justin’s rules. Exactly the way they’d arranged. She couldn’t help shivering with both dread and fascination. His presence in her sanctuary struck her as an invasion. Soon he’d invade her in other ways. He just looked at her. She toyed with the slender leather strap of her black purse. Excitement and fear rose up and swirled inside her until she had to speak. “I'm not sure what to do now.” “You agreed to do everything I told you to.” His voice was low and firm. “Sit.” The slight tilt of his head indicated the closer of her breakfast bar’s two tall chairs. She caught a glimpse of the leather thong he used to tie back his rich dark hair. His hair—it fell a bit past his broad shoulders—pleased her. So did the brief white gleam of his teeth as he smiled. His sapphire blue eyes were too dark to read in the single lamp's light, not that light would've helped. Justin resisted understanding. But she wasn’t one to give up so easily. He mesmerized her. Fascinated her. Inflamed her. He had ever since they’d met last month. She already knew she wanted to get to know him better, but that wasn’t what this scene was about. Her knees weak, Lexie turned and walked carefully, feeling the weight of his gaze on her. She fiercely willed her movements to be smooth and feminine as she crossed the short distance. Seductive but not over-the-top. The short skirt and saucy heels she wore made it easy. She had on silky black panties with a garter belt to hold up her sheer stockings. Lexie knew she was attractive to men. Her face was graced with a model’s bone structure and curvy lips that, combined with her body, drew longing gazes. Her tamed-to-softness long wavy blond hair rewarded the extra time she spent on it each morning before work. Her lucky genetics and regular exercise habits kept her fit enough to get away with both the tiny plaid skirt that barely covered her ass cheeks and the sheer, figure-hugging top with its little steel rivets meant to add a touch of toughness. She was twenty-three, long since unburdened with virginity, and certainly hot enough to handle a lover with confidence. But under Justin's gaze, uncertainty rattled her usual aplomb. That was definitely part of his appeal. His rattle factor. Nobody else had ever made her feel so vulnerable, so uncertain and curious. She started to hoist herself onto the chair, then froze. The chair was very high. Her short skirt would hide little. “What are you waiting for, Lexie?” There was no helping it. She took a shuddery breath and hoisted herself onto the chair. She immediately crossed her legs. “Spread your legs.” Lexie looked across the room toward him. She didn't move. “Defying me already?” Justin strode to her. A delicious fear coursed through her, stiffening her spine. She stared at him, thrilled and frightened by his approach. But he only plucked her purse from her nerveless fingers and placed it on the empty kitchen counter. "You'll be punished." She strongly preferred to sit with legs crossed and her breasts thrust up and out to best advantage. It was the best way to sit in such a skirt. "But it's still so early..." He knew she was stalling. “Open your legs. Now.” He stood so close to Lexie she felt the heat of him, smelled the faint woodsy scent of his soap or cologne. If she leaned forward her head would bang against his chest. He could simply force her legs open for her. Just pry them apart with those large hands of his. She could tell they’d be warm and clever hands. She'd noticed Justin’s fingers when her boss introduced his friend who’d dropped by the office. Justin was a man with a dominant handshake. And a dominant stance. She'd noticed the rest of Justin too, from his panther-sinuous walk to his steady gaze to the bulge in his well-worn jeans. He’d worn a black tee shirt. His hair was too long and his nose too strong, and his black boots bore scuffmarks. It was as if Justin didn’t understand or didn't care he was dressed inappropriately for visiting a friend at a professional travel marketing business. She loved his rebelliousness. She found out soon that Justin’s unconventionality extended into the bedroom. It turned out the mysterious man was into BDSM and rape scenes. Now he was in Lexie’s apartment, playing his favorite game. She drew in a shivery breath, savoring their connection and the dynamite potential that heated and thickened the air between their bodies. He could carry her into her bedroom and throw her down onto her queen-sized bed where she'd slept alone ever since graduating college, then fall on her and impale her with his cock. Firmly. Repeatedly. Just like all her best fantasies. Justin seized her right wrist and held it up. “I'm waiting.” His grasp was tight. Tears welled in her eyes and she reluctantly uncrossed her legs. She parted them slightly. “Further.” His proximity intimidated. Heat radiated from his hard body, intoxicating her senses further. His mouth was a cruel, uncompromising line inches from her own face. Close enough to see the faint old scar next to one of his eyes. That was from a bar fight, he’d told her over one of their preliminary meetings. It was a dinner meeting. Other new couples went to dinners and movies. She’d gotten dinners and negotiations. She knew neither of them would have it any other way. Edge play required deep understanding and honesty. The look he gave her now bore no resemblance to his easy flirtation and amused smiles, then. Displeasure now struck sparks in his deep blue eyes, cowing her in a way she found intensely pleasurable. She shifted her legs further open. Gentle air caressed the bared skin of her inner thighs, raising goosebumps all over her body. Her neatly shaved triangle was damp. So were her black silk panties. Justin didn’t release her wrist and it was really starting to hurt, so with a moan she parted her legs as far as they’d go. Her pussy lips separated and the air's coolness teased her inner thighs. The skirt hid little now. Warmth heated her cheeks. At least she had on her panties. Justin looked at her crotch. A flush suffused her cheeks as she realized he could see the damp evidence of her arousal. “Well, look at that. You’re all ready to go, aren’t you?” Afraid to move, afraid to speak, Lexie felt shame and desire coil sinuously through her like a thousand pleasurable touches. Then he pulled a knife. The blade flicked with a businesslike snick from its casing. Its edge gleamed. Her heart stuttered in her chest and her breath seized up. She'd confessed her fantasy about having her clothes cut off by a sexy robber, but the reality of a blade shocked her in a way the fantasy never had. It was a serious knife, half the length of his muscular forearm. With the pointy end of the knife, he lifted her shirt, then with one swift gesture sliced the middle of her lace and satin bra as if it weren't the most beautiful and expensive underwire bra she'd ever bought. She gasped as her bra fell open, exposing her stiffened nipples. The knife held all her attention. “Lexie.” She had to force her eyeballs up. She made a small sound when their gazes met. Then tried speaking again. “I'm afraid.” “Good.” His tone didn’t reassure her. “Stand on the counter.” “Now?” He merely waited. Her body ached with a pleasurable tightness and she shifted on her chair. Her belly quickly filled with butterflies. The exhilaration of lust mixed delightfully with her fear. Her body tingled, every single fine hair on it sensitive to his proximity. Her skin ached for his touch. But not the knife’s touch. She swallowed nervously. “I expect obedience,” he reminded her calmly. His dominance rolled over her. The knife enhanced his authority. “May I remove my shoes?” Her voice came out shaky and unsure. She felt totally submissive to his authority. He was having the effect on her that she’d hoped for. He nodded. She gingerly lifted her feet to remove each shoe, then hoisted each nylon-encased foot onto the chair’s flat wood surface. She was terrified of appearing clumsy. As she straightened to a standing position she gazed down at him. He never took his eyes off her crotch. “Now, squat.” Lexie blinked. Squatting would look silly. It would also bring the moist heat between her legs down to the level of his face. Her cheeks heated again. The bottoms of her nylon-covered feet skidded easily over the cheap smooth wood of her counter as she shuffled in place for a moment. She widened her stance. She squatted. Definitely humiliating. To maintain her balance she had to lean forward and lift out her arms awkwardly. In the forward-leaning squatting position, her breasts tilted downward, her nipples pointing directly at his face. Her dress rode up her thighs to reveal her panties. As her ass cheeks and pussy lips spread wide open, her panties stretched with the pull of her legs and the silk stuck with delicious friction to her slender, sensitive nub. Her garters bunched. He could see everything. The embarrassment of her exposed and ungainly position made her tremble all over. Justin grasped one of her legs with one large hand and used his thumb to slide the black line of the stocking’s satiny garter away from her skin, then hooked it down and out hard enough she'd have fallen further forward if he wasn't steadying her. Her panties tugged up her ass, and her nylons pulled taut. He inserted the knife between skin and satin, cut once. The line snapped open, whipping back to strike her thigh with a sharp crack. Lexie gasped. He repeated the maneuver with her other garter, giving her a matching tiny welt. The pain was slight, a warm itching that spiked into a slow simmer inside her pussy. Slowly, with a hot gaze that held her riveted, Justin touched the sharp end of the knife, ever so lightly, to the tip of her left nipple. Electric lightning forked through her body at the contact point. She whimpered. She prayed he didn’t slip. When he bent his head to gently lick the spot, her body arched to allow him access. Wet heat on electricity. Sensation threaded through her body until she moaned helplessly. She trembled. “Hold still.” “I'm not sure I can,” she whispered, her hand lifting on its own accord to caress his hair and press him closer. “You can. You will.” Submissive pleasure zinged through her, from nipple to belly to groin. God, didn't Justin want to fuck her as much as she wanted him to? But maybe he needed encouragement. She let her hand trail around to tickle the small hairs on his chest above the black tee shirt he wore. Was it the same shirt as that day they’d met? She’d love to get underneath his shirt. He rotated the knife with a flip of his hand and rapped her knuckles firmly with the flat of the blade. She yelped and withdrew her hand. Reminded of her agreed-upon submission, she waited more eagerly than ever for his next trick. She didn't have to wait long. He took the step closer to her that put his head directly in front of her panties. She cried out as he tongued the black silk, invading her cleft beneath it with heat and cleverly stoking pressure. With a merciless drag of his tongue he brought her nearly to climax. Her legs turned to rubber. She had trouble holding herself still but did her best. When he withdrew his tongue, he slid his hands up her inner thighs to the edge of her wet panties. He slowly peeled the now-sodden material from her moist vulva, the material rasping delightfully against skin made sensitized to an extreme. Cold metal trailed up her calf muscle and up her thigh. His knife. She waited, in a delirium of fear and lust, as he skillfully gathered her panties into one fist and sliced the material with one downward-angled cut. Silk flapped open, exposing her completely. Her pussy lips were finally exposed to Justin’s burning gaze. Now he’d tongue her, she thought, almost purring with pleasure at the idea. He’d better. He didn’t. He looked from her crotch to her face. His gaze turned contemplative. The knife clattered onto the counter when he let it fall from his hand. He reached up to cup her ass. She yelped when he pulled her forward and off-balance until she fell onto him. She clutched helplessly at his back, draped over his broad shoulder as she was. Silk tatters, the remnants of her panties, fluttered against her ass cheeks when he slapped it. Hard. “You're enjoying this too much,” he said. He carried her to her bedroom with sure footsteps. Adrenaline surged through her body as she thought of the fate awaiting her there. Pleasurable heat suffused her and she couldn’t stop herself from squirming in his grip, half in fear, half in anticipation. He flung her down onto her bed, but instead of falling atop her, he gave her a command: “Stay.” Raising herself onto her elbows, she let her eyelids sink to a savoring half-mast as she took in the wholly wonderful sight of him reaching for the coil of thick hemp rope next to the bed. She grinned. Justin noticed. He let the rope fall from his hand. “Not the rope, then.” She raised one perfectly shaped eyebrow at him. “Use it if you want to. The riding crop, quirt, paddle and candles for hot wax too. Oh, also a vibrator and some lube. I bought them all. Just as you instructed.” “It doesn't frighten you.” He barked a short laugh. “None of this. You don't know enough to be frightened. All right. Strip.” “Just like that? So much for foreplay.” Again, he just waited. Disconcerted, she peeled off her top and wiggled out of her skirt. The nylons she salvaged, but her panties were shredded. The sight and feel of her destroyed clothing sent a bolt of lust through her. He grasped her by a fistful of hair and pulled her onto her stomach. The rough pulling of her hair hurt far less than she would have expected, though there was some small stinging. It was more of an overall pressure than pain. He held her securely in the awkward position where she’d fallen. Her cheeks aflame, she tried to remedy the ungainly sprawl by curling up sinuously. He immediately shook her slowly by the thick handful of hair. “No. Get onto your hands and knees.” When she moved too slowly, he pulled harder on her hair. Her scalp stung. The skin on her face pulled taut. She scrambled into the position on her hands and knees. After she'd held herself still for a few moments, his fist loosened. His fingers threaded through her smooth hair, massaging her head, tugging pleasurably now. “Very good. Move your knees apart.” She was quick to do it. Panting, she found herself craving his approval. His thick, warm fingers on her head reminded her of his dominant handshake, only so much better. “Very nice. Your ass looks good in the air like that. Think I’ll paddle some color into it.” He sounded as if he were smiling. She made a protesting sound. He didn't bother to reply. He was picking up the wooden paddle with holes in it. It was one of the items he’d told her to buy. The woman at the sex shop had matter-of-factly told Lexie it was one of their best sellers. Lexie avoided the woman’s knowing gaze, not wanting to reveal the extent of her uncertainty and nervousness. Lexie knew her own ignorance. She’d never seriously considered S and M toys before. Or BDSM sex. She’d been shamed by her own arousal just looking at the items of pain and pleasure, her imagination firing as she imagined Justin using them on her. She realized Justin had masterminded exactly this response, getting her damp with lust before he’d even properly begun their game. Justin. A guy who’d threatened, with a molasses voice and a steady gaze that brought stimulating flutters to her belly, to fulfill her wildest fantasies. “If you move, you'll be sorry. I want you to count each strike.” She nodded. She held herself stiff and ready and obedient. At least for the moment. The paddle landed on her ass cheeks with a loud crack. She yelped and scrambled away. But he’d reached with his free hand, lightning fast, and hauled her back by the hair. The sting from both ass and scalp brought tears to her eyes. “Ouch, damn it!” “Shut up.” The disapproval in his voice cowed her. “Get into position. We'll start again from ‘one’.” She assumed the position. “I'm sorry.” He didn't release her hair this time. “You will be.” He landed another blow, punishingly hard. It forced her body forward, which yanked at her hair. She moaned, then, remembering, said “One.” He paddled her again, slightly less hard but enough to shock the already abused nerve endings of her ass. She moaned her complaint. She couldn’t imagine why the paddle was a bestseller. She whimpered. “Two.” And another. And another. He established a rocking rhythm even as his other hand ensured that her hair, her crowning glory, was used as yet another punishment: each blow pulled her hair. She started to feel something other than pain. The paddling slapped its fiery heat into her in more way than one. The steady punishment diminished her, and she found to her astonishment that she reveled in the uniqueness of being diminished. How delightful to feel Justin’s fierce attentions. Heat and a melting pain that was a strange kind of pleasure spread from her abused ass outward, her assaulted scalp downward. It also radiated inward, warming a place she'd never known needed warming. Her core vibrated, fiery with need. Her clit ached. Her pulse was racing. Need rose like a blistering fire, a need his paddle wasn’t addressing. “Please....” He paddled her again, rapidfire. The pain ratcheted up. Lexie wailed. As if he had decided to comfort her while he hit her, his grasp on her hair turned to a massage. He paddled her too fast for her to count, though she tried: “Ow! Eighteennineteentwenty! Oh!” When only cool air touched her ass for a few moments, she caught her breath, then turned to look. He was watching her. His fingers traced a sinuous pattern over her scalp, intrusive and soothing both. Pain faded. Her whole body craved more of him and his special brand of fierceness. She breathed her plea again. “Please.” His gaze roamed boldly over her body, lingered on her face. He tossed the paddle aside. His gaze darkened. He smiled. Without another word he flipped her onto her side then used his own weight to roll her to her back. Pinned, she gasped at the sudden change in him. His cruel smile frightened her. And delighted her. Her body reacted instinctively to the imprisonment of his weight. She bucked and twisted, trying to escape. Justin grasped her throat. He didn’t tighten his grip enough to choke her. He didn’t have to. Just the threat made her pulse pound and her breath short. It also left his other hand free to roam over her nude body, tweaking a nipple here, burrowing roughly between her legs. Than back to her nipple, twisting hard, flicking rapidly. The sensations were so intense that Lexie wanted to groan and shout at the same time. Heat exploded in her. Adrenaline surged more strongly, an animal wildness taking her over. Her body seemed to escape her control and respond only to his, moving with a desperate rhythm of its own. She reveled in the roughness. A near-frenzied yearning for more swelled in her. For the first time in her life, Lexie desperately needed to be fucked. “Fight me,” Justin invited. He didn’t even bother to watch her as his hand left her throat. He unzipped his jeans. The cock he drew out was massive. At least eight inches. Maybe more. Heavy, thick, and hard as a rock. Meant for her. Imagining the thing inside her made her gasp. His cock might actually hurt her. And there was nothing she could do about it now. They’d agreed on this. She couldn't tear her eyes from it. He fisted his hand and caressed the side of her jaw. “Fight me,” he insisted. When she didn’t, he opened his hand and slapped her face. It certainly got her attention and she looked at him narrowly, fear swirling again. Here was the home break-in part of the scene. The part where he raped her. Where he took what he wanted in the most primal and physical way possible, dominating her inside and out. She swallowed nervously, and found she was wet with excitement and trembling with apprehension. He smiled evilly. “Now you’re afraid. Excellent. Feel free to resist,” he said. Reacting to his words, Lexie did resist. She struggled, feeling his muscles overpower hers. A low growl of need and panic rumbled in her throat and she scissored her legs and punched his chest. When he laughed, not the slightest bit disturbed, she knew she'd never been so turned on. The struggle was actually getting her off. As she’d suspected. As he’d predicted. “Oh, God,” Lexie gasped, shaking her head. “I can't take any more of this.” Even as his thick fingers rubbed her slit then thumbed her nipple, she arched her body, aching for him to impale her, desperate to get away. Tears filled her eyes. Fighting against her own desire as much as against him, she flailed against him and tried mightily to wiggle out from under his weight. He laughed at her. Then he pushed up between her legs, spreading them with one muscular thigh. As he did, the bunched material of his jeans rasped roughly against her skin. She suddenly felt the hot hard press of his cock. The slick blunt head nudged her dewy sex. “No!” she wailed, bucking. She pressed her thighs tightly together. She fought with all her strength. She knew he’d overpower her. She counted on it. He held her down. With one flex of his rock-hard hips he drove his cock inside her. The brutal thrust sheathed him nearly to the hilt, but not quite. Her inner muscles refused to relax to accept his length. He thrust again and the fiery heat and hardness of him filled her. She knew he noticed her slick wetness. She raked her nails viciously over his ass, spitting her denials into his face even as she clenched, gripping him, feeling him pulse obscenely. He pumped into her again, letting more of his weight pin her. Lexie wanted to curse him, shout at him, but she couldn't draw enough oxygen into her lungs. Each punch of his erection left a deep, pummeling bruise of sweetness within her very core. Each time he pumped into her he touched where no one had reached before. Soon nothing was left but the blazing conflagration of naked lust spiraling up and out as he pounded her without mercy. She knew when he heard her small cry of defeat, because he hammered into her even harder. She thought she heard him laugh again. The humiliation of his mirth paired with the deliberate obscenity of his balls grinding against her crotch each time his cock pushed inside her suddenly touched her off. Closing her eyes against the flood of physical sensation, she gasped with the release that couldn't be contained a second longer. She fought it one last time and lost, totally swept away by the flood of a violent climax that lifted her to a plane she'd never reached with any other man. He held her down hard, fucking her intensely through her orgasm. Grunting under his thrusts that increased tempo, she became aware of hot tears leaking from the corners of her eyes. He grabbed onto her hips with both hands and set off on a long, blunt series of final thrusts into her, setting off pleasurable aftershocks that made her moan helplessly. He stiffened and pushed into her one last time, shuddering with the strength of his own climax. Warm, slick wetness filled her. Lexie lay still and compliant under him, still reeling from sensation and epiphany. Justin withdrew, rolled onto his side next to her. He verbalized it. “Wow.” She was afraid to meet his gaze. The intensity of the struggle still trembled through her body and resonated in her mind. She touched the blood-red weals that curved over his ass onto his lean hip. “You’re bleeding a bit. Sorry.” “I’m not.” He didn't even glance down at her touch. “Lexie... look at me.” She couldn’t. “I don’t... I’m not sure exactly what happened with all of that. I’m not sure what it means that I liked it so much. The game." She suddenly wanted to pull the edge of the bedding over her naked body. She felt the warm dampness of his cum between her legs and shuddered. No, screw simply liking it. She’d loved it. The pain, the humiliation, the dominance... and especially the forced sex. Even Justin’s voice, his commands, the way he'd touched her in all the right ways at all the right times. She was experiencing aftershocks. “Look at me.” He spoke more firmly this time. She did. “Lexie, you and I negotiated this play scene all the way down to the nitty-gritty details of exchanging our health records for fluid exchange. But what happened between us was...” His voice faltered, and he laughed. It wasn't his cruel, mocking laugh. It was a light and wondering laugh. “The violence is over with for now. But it was pure dynamite.” He didn’t have to ask if it was good for her. He knew. He stroked her. Noticing how the skin of her arm pebbled with goosebumps, he reached over her and pulled the edge of her thick comforter all the way around her body. He tucked it too, giving her a sweet smile. As she marveled at his different kinds of smiles, and indeed all the new dimensions Justin was revealing to her tonight, he kissed her forehead. He enfolded her beneath one arm in a cradling embrace that kindled a warm glow in her heart. Lexie nodded. “Yes. Pure dynamite is right. I want more,” she admitted. “Lots more.” She stretched, languorous. In his embrace she felt safe. Warmth unfurled through her body, mingling with satisfaction to make her feel positively giddy. Was this infatuation? Or something more serious? “How much is lots?” He looked at her. “How much have you got?” She shot back. He called her bluff. “Would you be up for a gangbang at some point?” Her breath sped up. “Oh. That would be… intense.” She knew he saw her reaction. “Later, maybe. Only when you decide you’re ready. Tonight, this was just right. You were utterly perfect. Your responsiveness rocked me. I’ve looked a long time for someone like you. And fair warning, I intend to keep you.” She looked at him sideways. “You’re not going all psycho on me now, are you?” “Psycho’s a different scene entirely,” he assured her. At the sight of his grin that revealed yet another smile on the Justin-spectrum, the warm glow in her heart spread. She wanted to laugh with pure happiness. Lexie couldn't tell if it was Justin’s good looks, or his teasing words, or his sweet aftercare cuddling, or just plain post-orgasm euphoria. The man intrigued the hell out of her, and she'd never felt quite so good. “I want you again,” she told him. “Already. I have got to get to know you better.” She spoke softly, but he heard. He tilted her chin up and met her gaze. He was smiling. “It’s true you barely know me.” “I plan to change that.” “Do you?” he growled. He tightened his grip on her, then he began to caress her with the arm that cradled her. He nuzzled her hair, obviously relishing her scent. Clearly pleased with her words. “I plan to change it too. I can only hope you like what you find.” Was that a vulnerable smile? It was! “I know I will,” Lexie declared. No time like the present for a positive attitude. She nipped at his bicep when it strayed close to her mouth. “Mouthy brat. No respect.” “I'll show you respect where it counts!” She grinned, tongued him where her teeth had been. He roared, upending her. She sprawled, laughing, ungainly once more. Justin wanted her just as she was—she could hardly miss the large, hard evidence of it—and it was all that mattered at the moment. He ignited her desire with a suddenness that left her breathless. This wasn’t going to be a simple infatuation, she realized. Something elemental in him called to something elemental in her. The air seemed to heat and spark between them whenever their gazes met. He felt it too, she could tell. They stared at each other, savoring the moment. Excited and a bit awed, she wondered for the first time if this was The Big One. Love. Was it? Justin gave her the wicked grin that was becoming familiar to her. He was going to keep her, he’d told her. Lexie encircled Justin with her arms, daring him with her eyes to pin her, punish her, play another game. He played so very well with her. It was a distinct possibility she’d let him keep her, Lexie decided. *** An excerpt from Rape Game: Her Search For Love (Part Two): Lexie flipped her calendar page over to show a new month. Another month had gone by without any word from Justin. At first Justin’s silence had baffled her. She simply wasn’t used to men disappearing after having mind-blowing sex with her, but that’s exactly what Justin had done. After the first week, worry dwarfed her pique. Slinking off in such a way wasn’t Justin’s style. Would she never see him again? Was Justin okay? The only person who knew was Ryker, and Ryker’s lips were sealed. Lexie had to find a way to get Ryker to talk. He simply had to tell her why Justin disappeared from her life abruptly without so much as a lame excuse. She looked around the office to make sure nobody was watching her. Her coworkers had their heads down in their own small cubes. They were all focused on finishing their work so they could leave right at five o’clock. Ryker, their boss, tolerated neither slacking nor overtime. She considered what else she knew of Ryker. Most important item first: he was Justin’s friend. A nice guy off-the-clock but a disciplined taskmaster with his employees, including her. He was smart enough to keep his position despite at least one known office affair. And with his close-cropped dark hair and beefcake body, Ryker was pretty easy on the eyes. Though nothing to compare with Justin, of course. Ryker was discreet, he was wily, and he was her boss. A tough nut to crack. After working under Ryker for three years, she knew the enormity of the challenge. He’d once kept an interoffice affair so secret she didn’t even find out about it until it was over, and Lexie knew all the best office gossip. The man was a model manager, a valuable company asset who was clearly on the corporate fast track. Nobody wanted to provoke Ryker without good cause. Lexie had good cause. She stood up, smoothed her short skirt, and walked to Ryker’s corner office. Halfway there, she began to smile. Ryker had one teeny, tiny chink in his armor. He wanted her. Badly. She was about to use that information to get exactly what she needed. She knocked on his door to his office even as she pushed it open just enough to slip inside. “We have to talk. Is this a good time?” Ryker looked at her with interest. She closed his door quickly, not giving him a chance to answer. She turned, struck a provocative pose leaning back against the closed door with her fingertips spread against the wood and her long legs crossed. She made her voice low and sultry. “I’ve been a very bad employee. You should thoroughly investigate my misconduct.” Ryker’s blue eyes glinted in appreciation. He glanced at her body, especially in the vicinity of her shirt’s unfastened top two buttons that revealed a tantalizing hint of her upthrust breasts. His gaze lingered for an inappropriately long moment at the hem of her skirt where the garter belt straps peeked out, attached to her sheer nylons. She usually wore long skirts or pants for work, preferring to de-emphasize her shapely body and her blonde-haired good looks. Lexie felt a buzz of satisfaction that her sexy clothes makeover was working so easily. But when he spoke his voice was cool and his words professional. “You’re my best employee, Lexie.” He rose from his desk and walked to the large pane of glass that gave him a panoramic view of the cube farm. He flipped the blinds shut. “My favorite, in fact. But you know that. What’s your angle?” He crossed the small area to his desk, leaned against it, folded his arms. He waited. She thought about answering, “Ninety degrees and bent over your desk.” Too obvious. She looked at him. The large bulge in his beige slacks indicated that she had his full attention. Ryker was a good-looking man. She might actually enjoy this. “You work too hard. I bet your muscles are all stiff. Would you like a rubdown?” His lips twitched into a momentary smile. “Now you’re moving into misconduct territory.” “I can be very naughty,” she agreed. “With the right man.” She rubbed her legs together as if in excitement. In the silence they both could hear the whispery rasp of the nylon material. She watched the thick outline of his cock tent his slacks further. It had to be after 5:00 by now. A quick peek though the slats of the blinds assured her the other employees were headed toward the small parking lot, and then onward to home, glad to escape the fluorescent-lit office. Predictable as clockwork. Fortunately for her plans. Ryker grabbed her, turned her toward him. She gasped with surprise as his fingers dug into her sides. His voice growled low in her ear. “So, Lexie. What, exactly, is this about? Or should I just take your slutty clothes and inappropriate flirting as a gift? A managerial perk, as it were?” His fingers slid down, around, cupped her ass. He hauled her against him. This time she moaned. His large, hard cock felt wonderful against her. Ryker was giving her sudden and unexpectedly naughty thoughts about him instead of Justin. It confused her. Ryker shook her when Lexie didn’t immediately answer, and the front of her short skirt bounced against his cock. Fear and wanting rose in equal measure. It distracted her from her purpose. She had to stay focused. Lexie extricated herself with a graceful twist, trailing one long fingernail teasingly down his chest. “Not so fast, boss man. What kind of girl do you think I am?” She breathed heavily, exhilarated by his manhandling. “The cock-teasing kind,” Ryker answered bluntly. He looked pissed. “Like a lot of guys who are given mixed messages, I just like to know where I stand. Now I know. Door’s right over there.” He nodded to his office door. No way was she going to let her strategy be derailed so easily. “Guilty as charged. Cock teaser right here.” She raised her hand. “But no harm no foul, right? Just having a little fun working… under… you.” She winked. “But I do have something serious to discuss, Ryker.” She took advantage of his hesitation and sat in one of the two uncomfortable little wooden chairs before his large desk. She crossed her legs prettily, knowing her skirt rode up to show her garters. “Please?” “You’re something else.” He didn’t go to his leather swivel chair. She was glad to notice his bulge had grown further as he leaned against his desk again. He loomed over her. “Talk.” She met his bluntness with her own. “You won’t tell me where Justin went. Why not?” “I knew it!” Ryker glared at her. “You’ve asked me that how many times over the months? Ten? Fifteen times? Just forget it.” “C’mon, you’re his friend. The man just up and vanished on me.” “If Justin wanted you to know, he’d have told you.” Lexie shifted with frustration in her chair, then remembered her plan and slowly uncrossed then re-crossed her legs, channeling Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct. “Please tell me. I’d be very grateful.” She stared him down, letting Ryker see the stubborn light in her eyes. Ryker had been the one to introduce them. After Lexie had a month’s worth of play-scene negotiation dates with Justin, they’d built enough trust between them for her to tell Justin about her deepest, darkest rape fantasies. She’d invited Justin to her apartment. They’d had a dynamite night of rape play. Justin was just as blown away by the hot experience as she’d been! He’d menaced her with a knife, paddled her, threw her down and raped her as she struggled. He’d hit all her rape-fantasy buttons. Their chemistry together had been off the charts. She’d lost track of their intense orgasms. Afterward, he’d all but declared his love, and she sure as hell was well on the way to falling for him. They’d played all night. They’d exchanged more secrets. Like his desire to double-team her with another guy. Like her gangbang fantasy. She remembered how Justin just grinned with a gleam in his eyes and said he’d arrange it. They’d kissed again and again and made puppy eyes at each other. It was almost embarrassing how fast they’d gotten sappy over each other. Then Justin had disappeared, no one knew where. Except Ryker. Who was currently giving her an annoyingly smug, “I know something you don’t” look that gave her the fleeting urge to kick him. “I mean to find out tonight where Justin went. Whatever it takes. One way or another,” she declared to Ryker. “Good luck with that.” Ryker’s lips thinned. Then: “You fucked him, didn’t you? He didn’t talk about you, but he nailed you, didn’t he? I thought you were so sweet and innocent. Man, was I a sap or what? Look at you.” “I’m the same person.” Lexie was miffed. She didn’t like his tone. “You used to at least pretend to be a professional at the office, not trying to capitalize on your assets. Show your tits, get a raise. Look what you’re wearing!” Ryker seemed more upset about her appearance than she’d expected. She tried to make a joke of it. “Does this mean you’re giving me a raise?” She shifted so her breasts were thrust out to their most revealing advantage. He looked. “Justin got to see those in their full glory, didn’t he? God damn him.” Ryker was jealous! Excellent. She let the silence stretch. She could hear the faint sounds of an old KISS rock song playing softly on his computer. “You know I’ve always liked and respected you,” she said with a gentleness she knew would rankle him. Then she lifted his hopes again: “I’m attracted to you, Ryker. Remember when you and Loraine had your secret little office fling? And you thought nobody ever knew about it? I found out. I was so jealous of her.” Mostly true. She hadn’t met Justin yet, and Ryker was packing serious meat, according to sources. Lexie supposed she’d find out the truth very soon. In fact, no time like the present. She leaned forward and slid her hand up the inside seam of his pants until it touched his bulge. She grasped its outline, traced its length with her cupped palm, ignoring the way he’d stopped breathing. “Ah, the rumors are true. Big guy.” Ryker looked down at her with wide eyes. She grinned as she unzipped his pants. She saw white boxers. How predictable. She pulled them down, and a fat, sturdy cock sprang forth as if saluting her. Lexie made a small sound of pleasure. Ryker finally exhaled with a curse. “Language,” she chided primly. What did he see when he looked at the top of her blonde hair now? A fallen angel? He’d obviously had her up on some kind of pedestal. Or wherever it was that attractive men in positions of power put women they’d decided they’d never get to fuck. An exhilarating sense of control rose in her like a fever. She leaned forward and took his cock into her mouth. “You’re a total slut,” Ryker said wonderingly. “A completely nasty, raunchy little whore.” He groaned as she popped the head of his cock into her mouth. “You’re asking for it, you know that don’t you?” Of course she knew that. She was counting on it. She swirled her tongue, enjoying the smoothness of his cock head. Even more stimulating was his gasp as her hot mouth tightened and pulsed gently on him. She ran the tip of her tongue up and down his shaft. She licked up a tart drop of pre-cum. “Yum,” she tried to say, but just then he pushed forward all the way into her throat. She sucked enthusiastically, tipping her head back just so, to allow him better access into her throat. She deep-throated like a pro because she liked it so much. She didn’t tighten up in all the wrong ways. That was the secret. Treat it like it was actually enjoyable to deep-throat, and welcome the stiff cock inside the warm confines of both mouth and throat. Like it was tribute. Which in a way it was. But when she felt Ryker’s hands on the back of her hair trying to control her movements, she slowed, letting her teeth graze him enough to get his attention. He responded by grabbing her ears and slamming her head against his crotch. “Suck,” he commanded. “Oh that’s good.” He used his strongly corded arms to dance her mouth on her cock, sliding himself in and out faster and faster. Nuh-uh. Her blowjob, her rules. It was time to move things along anyhow. Lexie grasped his balls gently. He stopped moving. As soon as she’d moved back enough for her to speak, she gasped, “I heard somebody!” Ryker tensed. “Really? Shit.” He immediately tried to push his engorged cock back into his underwear and pull up his pants. The material didn’t quite cover his erection. Lexie stood, smoothed her own clothes. She kept the worried look on her face. “Let me peek out there.” “Okay. Yeah.” Ryker looked around and grabbed a large three-ring binder, which he held in front of his crotch. “Go ahead.” Rather than peering through the blinds, Lexie opened the door and left his office. She grinned when she heard Ryker hiss her name with frustration. Not stopping, she walked past her little gray cube, pausing only long enough to grab her purse. “All clear in the office. Let’s go look in the parking lot,” she called over her shoulder. “Danger is so exciting, isn’t it? Hey, where are you? Hiding in your office? Are you afraid of a little danger, Ryker? I guess you are.” Would he take the bait? She sashayed to the heavy steel door, pressed the bar down to open it slightly. There was her car parked in the closest spot. The small lot located in the back of the building was where the less important employees were instructed to park. Lucky boss-man Ryker got to park out front with the bigwigs. The non-VIP lot was a rapist’s delight – narrow and surrounded on three of its four sides by two-story buildings with windowless walls covered by thick shrubs. The large, chained dumpster perched at one corner of the building almost created a third partial wall. The parking lot itself only accommodated a dozen cars. The secluded nature of it made it a dangerous spot for women. The women of the office, Lexie leading them, had demanded and gotten the tall, dusk-triggered floodlights that currently filled the space with the shadow-devouring glare. She waited, not yet stepping out into the bright light. “Oh, wouldn’t it be hot if we did that!” she cried out, looking back toward Ryker’s office. Finally, there he was, still holding the binder before him. To hide his erection? It must be hard for him to stand it. She grinned and licked her lips. “What would be hot?” He strode toward her fast enough to worry her a little. He looked a little interested and a lot pissed. He sure sounded angry as he approached. “Get back in my office.” Lexie tugged her skirt up a little, let him see the smooth bare flesh of her ass. No panties. She ran fingers over her ass, caressing the firm round glory of it, all but dipping into her own crack suggestively. Highlighting a target. “I’ve always wanted to get roughly fucked on a car hood.” “Lexie,” he warned with a growl. She laughed, tugged her skirt back down. “But this scorching-hot package of mine?” She gestured at her own body, patted her behind smartly. “It’s not for you. Too bad you’re so stingy with information.” She walked outside, letting the door swing shut behind her as if she weren’t aware he was right behind her. The harsh light hit her like cold sunshine. She strolled casually to her gray sedan. Lexie had time to rummage for her keys, just like she always did. Then he was on her. He grabbed a handful of long hair at the scalp, yanked back. His other hand tossed the blue binder onto the hood of her car. His hips shoved hers against the car’s sloping wheel well, bending her over it. His stiff cock made itself known in no uncertain terms. Had he taken the thing back out of his pants yet? It didn’t feel like it. Soon. The car bruised her, and she whimpered. Ryker glared down at her sideways-turned face, then smiled at her pained expression. “Not so conceited now, are you?” With his free hand he traced her profile, her delicate jaw, her lips. He wormed a finger into her mouth. She bit it. He gripped her throat. “You shouldn’t have fucked with me.” He slapped her ass hard, then as if he couldn’t help himself slapped it a few more times. When he got tired of that, he ran his hand up the side of her hips then reached around and underneath her top. He shoved her bra up and cupped one breast. “Very nice.” He fondled it and ground her body harder against the car. He squeezed her nipple until she yelped. “You want to get fucked hard on a car, huh? Your wish is my command!” “Please don’t,” she gasped. “Well, except that wish. You don’t get that one. You are a classic cock tease,” Ryker said, punctuating his words with hard spanks on her ass. “Bad Lexie.” He breathed hard in her ear, stuck his tongue in it. Suddenly all of it felt terrifyingly real, and not at all like role play. Which, she remembered belatedly, it wasn’t. This was not negotiated, and was utterly unscripted. This was real. Fear and lust surged through her body. Lexie struggled to get away from his tongue but only succeeded in pulling her hair when his hand tangled in it. Her distressed noise seemed to excite him. He reached for his zipper. - End of excerpt - Get the rest of the story in Rape Game: Her Search For Love (Part Two) *** Keep an eye out for new sizzling hot stories coming soon from Angelina Blake! 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