Chapter 4

CHAPTER 4

I was having one of those dreams that felt real. I felt the couch shift under me when I shifted, watching an old TV show Ryan and I used to love, one that I'd never been able to find on any streaming services. I'd found a few DVD box sets of it online, but they'd been too expensive for me to buy.

The dream shifted, and I was with a man whose face I couldn't see. We were in my bed at home. The lights were dim, and he was obscured in shadow. I could practically feel his hands rubbing up the thighs of my sleep pants, except they were a pair of sleep pants I'd never actually owned. They were black and gray striped silk, ones I used to want more than anything. I hadn't wanted them in a long time. It was weird how dreams worked.

I could feel the mysterious man tug my pants down. I let out a soft moan as I felt his hands begin to stroke my length. Enough to tease, but not enough to get me hard. I could feel the dream man's hand as he tapped my thigh. I rolled over, and I could feel his hands on my bare ass. I could feel the heat of his body over mine.

It felt too real.

I'd had a lot of sex dreams in my life, but they'd never felt this real. And they never moved as fast as this one was moving. Something felt off about this dream. It felt too real. I stirred, but I didn't wake up. I wanted to stay in this dream with the mystery man. I could practically smell his spicy body wash. I could feel his hot breath on my neck. I moaned again as I felt his teeth bite down into the flesh, a little harder than I usually liked in real life.

Some part of me knew that I needed to keep it down, but it was hard. It was so hard when the man in my dreams… I could even feel the cool lube as it slid down my crack, over my hole.

I felt him breach me, not stopping until his pelvis was flush with my ass. It hurt. He hadn't spent any time prepping me.

Wait, dreams weren't supposed to hurt. I'd never had a dream hurt in my life.

My eyes sprang open. "What is?—"

I felt a hand cover my mouth and another fly to the nape of my neck, pressing me down into the pillow. "Shh," a voice I couldn't place in my barely awake state hushed me as he pulled out and slammed back in, deep and with little care for my comfort.

It hurt. It hurt so fucking bad. My eyes couldn't make out any details in the dark room. I couldn't move my head with the way he held me down. My heart pounded in my chest as panic flooded my body.

Fight or flight.

The two instincts warred in my chest, and I knew I had to get out of this situation. I bucked my hips, but that only drove him deeper. I felt his strong thighs holding me in place, not letting me budge. When I pushed at him behind my back, blindly struggling, the hand covering my mouth caught my wrist. He held it in an iron vice. A grunt of pain escaped my lips, louder as he slammed into me again. He wrenched my arm back and caught the other.

His hands were big. Big enough to capture both of my wrists. I couldn't escape.

I couldn't fucking escape.

I was awake now.

I felt him lean over me, dark voice whispering in my ear. "You wanted this, Jasper," he taunted. The voice clicked. Callum. "And you know how to get out of this."

I did.

Pineapple .

He'd asked me for my safe word when we'd been talking about kinks. I just hadn't known that he was planning a practical application, but I suddenly felt safe. This was exactly what I'd told him my fantasy was: the stranger sneaking into my bed and fucking me awake, holding me down when I tried to escape, finishing inside of me. Fuck. I hadn't expected this, any of this. I hadn't expected him to take it as some kind of an invitation.

I could say the word and make him stop. I thought about it. Then he bit down on my ear, slammed back into me. I didn't want that. Instead of judging me, he'd found a way to make the dream come true.

He was right. I did want this.

I tugged my arms, trying to escape his grasp. "Stop," I moaned.

His thrusts stilled, and he leaned over me again. I could feel his bare chest flush against my back. "Pineapple?" he whispered. His voice was soft now, different than the voice he'd taunted me with just moments before. That feeling of safety grew stronger.

"No," I whispered back. "No pineapples."

"Then let the games begin."

I tried to pull my arms away again, and his grip tightened. He was bruisingly strong, and his thrusts grew rougher. The hand at the nape of my neck slid up into my hair. I yelped as his hand tightened in my hair, pulling it hard, yanking me up. I could feel my dick harden underneath me at the rough treatment, at the merciless pace of his thrusts. "That all the fight you have in you?" he growled.

No. I had more fight in me. I wasn't a small man, but he was bigger. He had a few inches on me and more muscle mass. I should be able to fight him off. I felt his hand loosen on my wrists and took advantage, yanking my hands from his grasp. I pushed at his body and winced when it worked. Because he still had the tight grip on my hair. The arch of my back was painful, but I needed to get away.

My heart was still racing. I knew it wasn't real, but the pain made it feel real. The ache in my wrists felt real. Every single part of this felt real.

I positioned my hands beside myself and pushed off of the bed. "That's right. Fight back," he growled. "Not that it'll work. You're fucking powerless. Going to use your hole for as long as I want until I fill you up with my cum." The words sent chills down my spine. "Going to fuck you so hard you feel it tomorrow. Every time you shift in the driver seat, you'll remember what I did to you, that you're my little cock slut."

I wanted to stop fighting for a moment. I wanted to be used, to be his little cock slut. Even if I'd never been into being called that before, never even knew I wanted to be called that.

But I fought anyway. He relented for a moment, pulling out and loosening his grip on my hair. I thought I was free. He let me think I was free. I scrambled away, rolling over. My feet hit the carpeted floor. I managed to stand and make a single step before he grabbed my hair again and yanked me back onto the bed. I let out a yelp of pain as I was thrown violently backward.

His hand didn't linger, and I tried to scramble away again.

"You can't get away," he teased.

My eyes had finally adjusted to the darkness. I could make out some of his facial features illuminated by the moonlight coming through the small crack in the blackout curtains, obscured in shadow. His eyes stayed glued on me. When I started to get away, he grabbed my ankle and yanked me further down the bed. I kicked out, trying to free my leg from his grip. He chuckled, watching me as I attempted to wiggle away from him.

"It's adorable. Watching you struggle to get away, even though we both know you don't really want that." I froze for a moment, watching as he slid his hand down his chest and stroked his protruding cock. No wonder it had hurt when he slammed into me, jolting me awake. It was big, thick. My eyes lingered a bit too long. "You like this, huh? You like pretending you don't want me, but you can't keep your eyes off my dick. Can't hide the fact that you're desperate."

"I'm not," I argued back, knowing in my gut that it was a lie. I was. I was so desperate to have him slam back into me, but I didn't want the fantasy to end either.

I managed to get my feet on the ground again. This time, he let me stand. He let me get a few steps away. "Five, four," his voice starting to countdown made me stop in my tracks. "Don't stop. Giving you a fighting chance." What? "I'll start over. Five." Oh. I understood. He was going to give me a chance to get away. I yanked my sweats back up over my ass. "Four." I took my first step away from him. "Three." I could hear the bed shift again. I risked a look over my shoulder. He was standing, a wicked smirk on his face. "Two." Fuck, I needed to move. I picked up my pace. "One."

I was almost at the door when he said the last number. My cock throbbed as I heard his heavy footfalls, but I didn't stop this time. I had barely touched the handle when he slammed into me, pinning me to the door. He pushed against me hard, and I could feel his cock resting against my ass. He thrust against my clothed ass a few times as he caught my wrists again, pinning me against the wall. He ground against me harder.

"Okay?" His voice was soft again, the menace erased from it. I nodded. "Good."

He pulled away and tugged me backward, my arms wrenched behind me at a weird angle. "You had a chance to escape, but you didn't take it," he growled as he yanked me back. "Now I'm going to teach you why you should never try to run away from me."

I swallowed hard.

"Like I told you, I'm going to fuck you. Hard. Going to use you. Over and over again until you're begging me to stop. Then I'm going to keep going. Going to turn you into my little fuck toy."

I shivered. I wanted that. I wanted him to take me and use me. Hadn't I thought about that when we were pulled over on the side of the road earlier? What it'd be like if he bent me over the car and fucked me into oblivion, passing cars be damned?

But that wasn't the game we were playing. He wanted me to struggle. To fight. I wanted to struggle and fight. I wanted to make him earn it as much as he wanted to earn it. I tried to pull my hands free from his grasp again, but he didn't let me. Not this time. His other hand slid around my neck, catching me in a headlock and pulled me back. I hit the nearest bed. His. He yanked my pants down.

"You're so fucking hard for me," he growled. "You're leaking. You know what I'm about to do to you, and it turns you on. Say no all you want, but your body doesn't fucking lie." He kept holding my hands over my head with one of his as he pulled my pants completely off. "Not even wearing any underwear, because you wanted this. You've dreamed about it. Dreamed about me coming into your room at night and taking what's mine."

His . Damn, that sounded good.

"Because you know it was me in those fantasies." He forced my legs apart and positioned the head of his cock at my entrance.

"No." My voice was breathy and weak. I didn't even know what I was denying anymore. Was it his assertion that I was dreaming about him before I had even met him or the tip of his cock teasing my hole?

"Yes," he countered, pushing my legs up against my chest. The strain in my thighs made me whimper in pain. "God that's a sweet fucking sound. Can't wait to hear you make other sounds. All night, Jasper."

That part I did believe. He'd told me one of his fantasies—edging a partner into oblivion, having their orgasm completely under his control. I wondered if it had a darker side, if his fantasy included being in complete control of his partner too. He slipped into this role too easily and too convincingly.

"Stay," he commanded in that dark voice of his. He let go of my legs, and I was unable to move them. Not with the weight of his words holding me down. He slid his hands down my bare chest. They ghosted over my bare, leaking cock. Then he wasn't touching me again. "Hope you're still lubed up after all that. Because it's on the other bed, and it's going to hurt like hell if you're not."

It was the only warning I had before he slammed into me again, sliding home in one smooth motion. I cried out in pain.

"Fucking hell," he groaned. "Gonna get us a noise complaint if you keep that up. But then, you'd like that, wouldn't you? If security came in and watched me use you."

I did. I would. The thought made my dick throb.

He traced his finger over my leaking head and brought his fingers up to my lips. "Open," he ordered. When I didn't open immediately, he reached up and grabbed my jaw, his index finger and thumb biting into my cheeks as he forced my mouth open. He jammed his fingers in between my lips. "Lick it clean." Fuck. My tongue moved on it's own accord, tasting my precum on his skin. He pulled his finger from my mouth and repeated the process, trailing his fingers through the bit pooling on my stomach. He forced his fingers into my mouth again and began to fuck my mouth with his fingers in time to the same punishing pace he used to pound into my ass.

I moaned around his fingers, and he shoved them in deeper. My eyes began to water as he kept pushing deeper, making me gag. "Fuck," he groaned as he pulled his fingers back a little, leaving just the tips in my open mouth. "Want to hear you choke on my cock. Think you'd like that, little slut that you are. Leaking for me. Not even saying no anymore, are you?"

Shit. I'd completely forgotten to play along. It felt futile, and I didn't want to fight this anymore. I wanted him, all of this. It was so good, the way he was using me. Every rough thrust of his cock had me seeing stars, and I just wanted more.

"Do you want to choke on my dick, Jasper? Taste your ass as I fuck your face?"

I did. I really did, but he didn't wait for an answer. He pulled out and yanked my legs down. He crawled up my body, careful not to touch my dick. I let out a keening sound, because I was desperate. He was right. I was so fucking desperate for even the slightest touch, but he wasn't giving me that.

I felt his knees on my arms as he climbed over me, pinning them down. It hurt, but I didn't complain. It hurt in the best possible way. It was straight out of my fantasy, taking it further than even my darkest dreams took it.

"Stick your tongue out." My mouth fell open, and I stuck out my tongue. He rested the head against my tongue. It was so heavy. "What do we taste like?" he asked, slowly sliding his dick over it. My mouth stretched to accommodate his large head. I wasn't able to answer him, but he looked down at me expectantly. Like he expected me to be able to say something when I couldn't even move my mouth. "Not going to answer me? Bad choice." I couldn't. I couldn't answer him. My mouth barely fit around him, and my tongue was still out, pinned down by his heavy shaft. "One last chance. Do we taste good?"

We did. I wanted to say it, but the moment I tried to pull back, he used my hair to hold me in place. I couldn't answer him. I couldn't do anything with the way he held me in place. He paused, not giving me any way to move, to answer his demanding question, and then he thrust into my mouth. I gagged at the intrusion. I could feel tears falling down my cheeks. He held my head in place as he abused my mouth and throat. Each thrust was somehow deeper than the last and soon, my nose was pressed against his pelvis. He held me there until my vision started to blur. I couldn't breathe. He was literally suffocating me on his dick.

I started to get light headed before he pulled completely out. "Fuck, your throat feels almost as good as your ass, but you didn't answer the question."

"Y—"

He cut me off with a slap across my face. I let out a yelp of pleasure and pain. "You liked that," he commented before slapping my other cheek. Another sound started to escape my lips, but it quickly turned into a gag as he thrust back into my open mouth and continued his abuse of my throat.

He rotated between fucking my mouth deep and teasing my lips with the head of his dick. He'd pull out and slap me, with his hand or his cock, and then slammed back in and held me there until I thought I was about to pass out. I lost track of time and reality. I lost track of everything but the taste of him, the smell of sweat and sex that radiated off of him, and the terrifying anticipation of what he was going to do next. He changed it up every time, and I never knew what was coming.

Finally, he pulled out for the last time. "God, your mouth felt so fucking good. You look so hot, ruined for me. Wish I could see everything." I shuddered at the admiration in his voice. "Wish I could see my handiwork." I wished he could too.

He reached behind him and found my dick. He wrapped his hand around me and began stroking me slowly. I fucked into his tight grip, a broken moan escaping me. "That's right, Jasper. Show me how much you want it." He kept stroking me, not stopping me from fucking into his hand, until I was right there. So close. So fucking close, and then he released me. "Oh no. I'm not done with you yet."

"Please," I gasped desperately. "Please. I need… please."

"What do you need?" He shifted his weight to one side, sliding off of my chest. He traced over my nipples, pinching one hard enough to make me yelp. "I think I know what you need, but I want you to say it. Want you to beg."

I nodded. "I need…" Another sharp pinch of my nipple cut me off. He let out a cruel bark of laughter at my pain. "Please, I need…" Another pinch, another yelp, and another laugh. He was enjoying this too much.

"Come on, Jasper. Be a good boy. Tell me what you need."

"You. I need…" My words were cut off when he slapped me across the face. He wanted me to beg, but he was cutting me off every time I tried. Every interruption only made me more desperate. "Please, Callum. Please. I need your cock." The words came fast, barely coherent as I rushed to get them out before whatever he was planning next. "I want you to fuck me. Get me off. I want…"

"Want isn't enough," he growled, sliding his hand up to my throat and squeezing. "If you only want …" He trailed off as he relaxed his hand.

"Need," I gasped. "Need. Please. Need."

"That's better."

I nodded, desperate to please him. Desperate to do whatever it took for him to let me get off. I had never felt so needy before in my life.

"Roll over." I complied. "Spread your legs." My legs opened, but it wasn't enough. He positioned himself between them and then pushed them wider apart. I felt his hands on my ass as he spread my cheeks. "Wish I could see your hole. Bet it's beautiful. Bet it'll be more beautiful when I finish, my jizz leaking out of it."

I felt warm liquid slide over my exposed hole. "Thought…" I gasped. "Thought lube wasn't… we didn't have by this bed."

"We don't," he answered. I could hear the smile in his voice. "Spit. Told you, I want you to be able to feel it tomorrow. Longer. Want you to think about me every time you move, think about tonight."

I felt him shift again, felt his thick cock rest between my cheeks. I felt him slide along my crack, the head of his cock teasing my hole before he thrust back up, not entering. "Please, Callum. Fuck me. Please. I need you to fuck me." Need, not want. Because want wasn't enough. Want wasn't enough to get him to fuck me. "Please. Please use me. Fuck me."

My pleas were almost incoherent, but they worked.

He breached me, just as hard and fast as he did the first time. It hurt. It burned, but in the best fucking way. His body draped over mine, and he grabbed my wrists again. He pinned them down into the pillow. "Gonna make you cum on my cock. You think you can do that, baby?"

I never had before, but the way his cock kept nailing my prostate, I thought that maybe with him, for him , I could.

He tightened his hold on my wrists as he kept slamming into me. "You better get off before I do. Otherwise, you're not getting off. Be a good boy," he whispered against my ear. Chills raced down my spine. "Want to feel your tight ass squeezing me until I cum." I gasped at the punishing pace. "So fucking close. So fucking good. C'mon."

I was getting close. The sound of his voice, the friction of my cock against the bed, his dick hitting all the right angles… I was so close. My breathing grew uneven as he pounded into me, over and over again. The small hotel room was filled with the smell of sex and the sound of our moans. "So close," I gasped.

The words transformed him. His hands tightened around my wrist, and it felt like he was fucking me deeper somehow, fucking all the way up into my intestines. Pushing me closer to the edge, and then I went over with a drawn out moan. I'd never cum so hard in my life, and I could feel him. His hips stuttering and then going back into even, punishing strokes as he chased his own pleasure. He came on a long, low groan and collapsed against my back.

We laid like that, struggling to catch our breath. His soft dick slipped from my hole, but he still laid on top of me—a human weighted blanket. It was calming, pulling me back down to earth. I missed it when he rolled over and climbed off the bed. I watched his silhouette walk away from the bed. I heard the sound of the sink and a few moments later, he was back.

"Roll over, Jasper," he whispered softly. He wiped me clean with a warm wash cloth before cleaning himself off.

"Think your mattress may have gotten dirty." There was the ghost of a smile on my lips as I rolled away from the wet spot. I felt brave as I asked my next question. "Want to sleep in my bed?"

He reached down and took my hand. "Let's get to bed."

We climbed into bed, and he moved me around, positioning me as easily as he'd done when he'd fucked me, until my back was against his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and laced his fingers through mine. "Good night, Jasper," he whispered.

"Good night, Callum."

My eyes drifted shut, and I slept soundly. Safe in the arms of a stranger.