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eyes. He murmured something as he nuzzled her, and she felt him suck her skin into his mouth as he marked her over and over.
    When it hurt too much, she tried to push him away, sobbing as tears fell down her cheeks. He held her more tightly. A series of deep thrusts, a strangled, “oh! . . . oh!! . . . oh!!! . . . ” from him, and he came deliriously into her. He slid off her, with a strange luxuriousness, and lay heavily beside her. He put his arm around her, and held her very tightly. They remained like that for about fifteen minutes. He had lain absolutely still, with his heavy arms about her, making her uncomfortable. She felt hot and cold at the same time. She just wanted to pull a blanket over her body and go to sleep. She wanted her own pillow. She wanted to go home.

Chapter 4
    She felt him stir in a moment and rub his face against her shoulder to scratch his nose. He held her closer, and sighed deeply. He kissed her shoulder.
    “Tell me what kinds of things you like,” he said. “Do you play sports? I can’t watch womens tennis without getting a hard on—all that grunting makes it sound like a porno. Do you ever play tennis? Tell me about yourself. I want to know everything.”
    “I used to swim a bit, but that’s about it,” she said.
    “And . . . what else do you like?”
    She swallowed. “Um. I like dancing, playing cards, watching movies. I love Sunday dinner’s with my family.”
    “Which do you prefer, dogs or cats?”
    “Dogs. But I like cats too.”
    “All cats need a bullet,” he said. “Cartoons, drama, or action?”
    “Drama.”
    “Yeah, you seem the type. Dining out or staying in?”
    “Dining out,” she said. She preferred staying in but she hoped it would prompt him to indulge her and take her out. Then she could get help.
    “I prefer staying in,” he said. “I prefer staying in you.” He nudged her shoulder with his nose.
    “I have to sleep,” she told him.
    “Soon. We haven’t finished talking yet. What else do you like?” He rubbed the inside of her thigh. “I love this warm cunt. Tell me what it likes.”
    Her eyes searched the ceiling, and she nervously licked her lips. She didn’t look at him. She didn’t know how to react.
    “You can tell me,” he said. “You can say whatever you want to me.” He touched the puffed part of her lip. “Does that still hurt, baby? I didn’t mean to hit you so hard.”
    He took her hand and put it between the twist of his closed thighs, which were very warm. He kept it lodged there, making her feel him. He was still sticky, and only half aroused, but he made her hold it tightly and squeeze.
    “Put it in yourself,” he said nestling closer to her. “Put it into your warm cunt.” She cringed at the word. “Does your boyfriend ever call it that?”
    She shook her head.
    “What does he call it, then? Tell me what he calls this place that I have been playing with?” She winced at his fondling. “It’s okay. You can say it,” he said. “Does he call it your pussy?”
    She nodded.
    “You say it,” he said.
    She winced as she forced herself to say, “My-my pussy.”
    He licked the side of her mouth. “Yeah, say it again.”
    “My pussy,” she murmured. She felt his cock jump.
    “It knows that word,” he said. “It’s thinking ’I’ve got real pussy here—I’m gonna get real pussy again!”’
    He flicked his thumb over her nipples. “Tell me what your boyfriend does to make you feel good. What do you like him doing?”
    “I like everything he does.”
    “What does he do?”
    “He doesn’t ever hurt me.”
    “Is that a shot at me?” He nudged her mouth with his hand, and gave her a slap. “Eh? You’re a sucker for punishment. You bitches like to be forced. Let me tell you something. Every single girl obeyed me. Even if I became a cripple, they would still obey me. Because they’re women. They like it. A man is like sugar to a woman—once she has sugar, she’s happy. She’ll do whatever he wants. Even