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His other hand he shoved between my legs, rubbing me through the fabric of the bottoms that matched my corset. "I'm going to fuck you so hard you scream."
    I swallowed, believing him and suddenly wondering if his dick would be in proportion to his height, because this close he towered over me like King Kong and I was as helpless in his hands as Jessica Lange.
    "I like it rough." He was watching his hand as he rubbed over my clit, through my clothes but hard enough it started to get me excited.
    His gaze moved to my face. "You afraid of me?"
    "No." I swallowed hard.
    "Liar." He smiled, a sick, psycho kind of smile that lit his face with a maniacal glow. He'd be an attractive man aside from the crazy killer look. "Tell me the truth."
    My heart pounded and I realized how hard it was to breathe in this corset and with my neck yanked back at this angle. I wasn't about to give him the answer he wanted so I didn't say anything.
    He finally released the grip he had on my hair but only so he could yank the bottom of my outfit down my legs. My bare mound faced him, making his eyes narrow. "Get on your hands and knees on the bed."
    I crawled onto the mattress as he'd instructed, feeling very exposed. The muscles in my pussy and my ass clenched as thoughts of what he might do to me careened through my brain. I was starting to throb in anticipation. Fucked up as it seemed, and as frightened as I was, I was still getting turned on.
    Shoving two fingers inside me, he fucked me with them as he said, "You're wet. You like this."
    Not seeing the need to answer, I didn't.
    "You like it in the ass?"
    This I did answer. "No."
    He laughed, which scared me. My ass tightened in reaction. "We'll see."
    I swallowed hard, remembering the sizable amount of cash in the drawer. He'd paid good money, and I'd accepted it. Time to pay the piper.
    He pulled his fingers out of my pussy and pressed the tip of one into my asshole, slower, gentler than I'd expected from him. "Fuck, you're tight. Guess that's why you've got this big jug of lube here next to the bed."
    I felt him pull the finger out of me, and then heard him pumping the bottle of lube.
    Two hours. I'd sold him two hours to do anything he wanted, short of something bad enough it would require me to press the intercom and scream for help. I really needed to work on my negotiating skills. He pressed deep into my ass with a slick finger that felt like the size of a Polish kielbasa. With his other hand he reached between my legs and found my bare clit. My muscles clenched in response.
    "Greedy little thing, aren't you? I feel you squeezing. I think you want me to fuck your ass." He rotated the finger inside my ass while moving it in and out, the lube making it easier for him to go deep. When I didn't reply, he pinched my clit. "Don't you?"
    He breached me with a second slick finger until I felt uncomfortably full. At the same time he remained zeroed in on my clit, working me toward orgasm.
    What answer was he looking for here? The truth or a lie? Again, inexplicably, I opted for the truth. "No."
    "I'm gonna prove you're lying. I'm gonna fuck you in the ass until you come." His hands left me briefly and I heard the sound of his pants hitting the floor. Then he was back, his cock nudging at my pussy. "First I'm gonna fuck your pussy. Then I'm going to put my dick in your ass and fuck you until you scream because it feels so good."
    My muscles clenched as he spoke about what he was going to do to me, and he must have felt it. "You afraid of me? Of what I'm going to do to you? You want me to stop? Tell me to stop."
    He was getting off on my fear. The realization hit me hard enough I wanted to slap myself in the forehead. Of course. I couldn't believe I hadn't realized it before. This was a rape fantasy for him and he was willing to shell out a lot of cash for it, and for me to playact the frightened victim. I figured at least the guy was smart enough to get his kicks this way. Better me here than him going