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him tying the shirt around them.   Her elbows were bent so that her hands rested in the small of her back, and her wrists were now bound tightly by Jake’s shirt.
    Her stomach and breasts were pressing against the door, her head to the side, cheek flat against the cool door as well.
    “You think you can just come into my life and start screwing with me?” Jake asked her.
    “No, I—“
    Her response was interrupted by a stinging slap delivered to her right butt cheek.   She inhaled sharply as the sting reverberated throughout her lower body.   It seemed to trigger a cascade of heat down through Raven’s privates, and she closed her eyes and swallowed.
    “Answer,” Jake said.
    “I don’t think I can screw with your life.”
    “But you are screwing with it,” he said.   “I told you that you’re only to be my escort, I told you that you’d be paid quite well for doing nothing but staying with me and waiting until I need you.   But you went and got yourself a little job, took a little piece of my life for yourself, didn’t you?”
    “Because I—“
    Another smack on her butt—this time the left side.   She licked her lips and restrained a moan.   Her pussy was starting to get wet, and she was ashamed of it.   Somehow he was turning her on, and she didn’t understand how.   Why did she like this?   Why did she feel like she actually wanted it?
      “Say you like fucking with my life,” he commanded.
    “But it’s not true.”
    Another spank , a little harder this time.   “Say it, Raven.”
    She wanted to smile, but didn’t.   “No, I won’t say it.”
    He slapped her buttocks again, and she felt a twinge of pleasure immediately in her nether regions, as if now there was a direct line between his hand coming into contact with her ass, and the way her pussy responded.
    “Tell me you like fucking with my life.   Say it.”
    “No.”
    He slapped again.   And again.   And again.   He went from one side, back to the other, the slaps getting louder.
    She was sweating now, perspiration beading on her forehead.   Each time his hand met with her buttocks, she grunted a little and moaned a little at the same time.   Soon it was rhythmic, like he was fucking her.
    “Oh, shit,” she muttered, as she felt his hips suddenly thrust against her backside, felt his hardness through the thin material of her dress.   His cock up against her, so hard, forcing its way between her butt cheeks momentarily.   His lips pressed against her ear, his chest pushing into her back, hands on her hips.
    “You like driving me insane, don’t you?” he challenged in her ear.
    She was breathing heavily, and now the orgasm was very close as his cock stimulated her pussy from behind.   They were both clothed, and yet he had this effect on her—as if he was deep inside her already.
    “I don’t…I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she breathed out heavily, lying.
    “Bullshit.”   He pulled away from her and then his hand crashed into her buttocks, first slapping one cheek and then the other.   “You.   Fucking.   Know.   Exactly.   What.   You’re.   Doing.”   Slap.   Slap.   Slap.   Slap.
    And then she was coming, and it felt so good, so good that she couldn’t control how loud she was being, and she cried out, cried out as the shudder rippled through her body and Jake pressed against her again from behind, his bulging hardness pushing between her stinging butt cheeks once again.
    He grabbed her by her hips and rammed against her.
    “You goddamn drive me crazy,” he whispered.   And then he was just standing close to her, completely glued to her, his lips on her ear, his breath hot against her cheek.   “You know that you do it me,” he said.
    “Jake,” she said, her eyes closed.   “Jake.”  
    “Fuck,” he whispered wearily.   And then he backed away, untying her wrists.   The shirt that had bound them together fell to the floor at her feet.   When she’d been