Unrelenting Ch. 02

As Justin moved from behind her, Sarah became acutely and painfully aware of what position. Her face was pale despite the tears, and Justin began to fear maybe he pushed her to shutting down.

"Sorry you didn't get yours, baby girl," he murmured kneeling down to be level with her face. Stroking her pale cheek, noting how cold it was.

Sarah's eyes flashed, and in an instant she was no longer in shock, she was angry.

"Fuck you," she exclaimed, punctuating the phrase by spitting in his face.

A shocked bark of laughter burst from Justin before he could contain it.

"There's my girl!"

"I'm not your girl fucker," she snapped sitting up, reading for her clothes.

With deft fingers reflecting his lack of being drugged, he snatched her clothes out of her grasp.

"Ask nicely."

"Fuck off," she replied, imitating his tones.

"Fine with me," he smiled. "I prefer you naked."

Shoving her shorts into his pocket, he yanked her off the couch. Feeling that anything he wanted her to do was probably something she didn't want to do, she resisted.

"Look who learned a lesson! You want me to do it for you don't you?" He cooed.

Reaching down behind her knees he scooped her up, absorbing her attempt to smack him away.

Moving through the door next to the bathroom, he carried her up yet another flight of steps as if she were nothing.

At the top of the stairs there was a larger room bustling with people moving around desks and answering phones.

"What is this place?" She asked in shock.

He smiled indulgently, but shook his head.

"Let's get you upstairs first."

"More stairs?"

"It's amazing how much harder it is to navigate an escape when there aren't continuous floors," he replied, her sour face just enhancing his mood. "You'd be shocked by how much more private it is too."

She grew indignant looking at his raised eyebrows; after what he just did how could he care about privacy. But she realized that engaging was probably a mistake, remembering how anxiously he tried to force her to talk over dinner. She clamped her lips shut and looked away, determine to gather information.

He turned to the left and carried her down a short hallway. Opening one of several doors he brought her into a sitting room that was all together masculine. Dark wood and dark leather furniture dominated the space.

Depositing her on the couch he turned to flip the light switch. The leather was smooth and cold against her bare and abused flesh.

"Stay," he commanded almost as an after thought.

"No," she replied. Anything he wants her to do is probably not in her best interest. Expecting to incite anger, she was almost put out when he laughed.

"Alright stand up if you want. Love the view," he actually winked at her as he glanced down to her bare pussy.

She flushed red, her eyes sparkling, and he couldn't help but think she'd never been more beautiful; color in her cheeks worked for her. She stalked to the main door, and he watched with interest as she went to open it. Grabbing her wrist.

"Where are you going?"

"Let me out!"

"Why? What's in the hallway?" He teased, enjoying her flush.

"I'm not playing whatever sick game this is- you think I'm gonna sit here in fear? Fuck you."

She threw her elbow catching him in the rib and he released her for an instant. She wasted no time opening the door, but got no further.

"Sarah what's your plan here?" He murmured, pulling her back into the room and flush against him. Shutting the door he continued, "Do you really think you're just going to walk out, after all the trouble I had to get you here?"

"Then kill me," she spat.

"I'm not a murderer," he replied, faking a front, beginning to kiss at her neck.

Sarah whined in pain as he bit down. This was not right. What was she supposed to do? Her attempts to right back had not only been laughably unsuccessful, they had almost seemed to please her captor.

"You're here until I decide I don't want you anymore sweetie," he whispered. "I give it a month."

She gasped in shock, and couldn't help but reply "and then?"

"And then you can go home," he said sweetly as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"And you think I would tell people what you did here? That you raped me? Just out of the goodness of my heart?"

"Oh no, I expect you'll shout it far and wide. The problem is no one will care. Go tell the damn police- I've got a few friends there I can recommend to you..."

"You can't do this," she cried as he shoved his hand down to her exposed hip.

"I can. I have. And I will," was his reply, massaging her skin.

Her mind was in overdrive. There's no way that he could keep everyone from caring what they did here...

As his hand drifted to her center, she cried out without thinking, lI want my pants back!"

"Ask nicely baby girl," was his reply.

"Fuck you," she spat, starting to struggle.

"As much as I'd like that little girl, I need a bit more time before round two. But I can help you out..."

He began dragging her backwards towards another door, her feet catching on the rug as she struggled to get them back under her. Sarah fought back, a quality Justin admired, but he had at least a hundred pounds on her. Pulling her through another door, she found herself in a bedroom dominated by the large bed in midnight blue coverings. Picking her up by her hips, he tossed her on the bed, allowing her to bounce there for a second.

"Stay away from me," she murmured reflexively, as he climbed onto the bed after her.

"What would be the fun in that?" he asked playfully, reaching for her. "I want to make you feel good Sarah... You must think I'm a jerk for finding my own without getting you there too..."

"No," she snapped.

Sarah scrambled away from Justin, her back hitting the headboard before she put enough space between them. Justin never lost contact with her and slowly began to lift her shirt up. Sarah slapped his hand, knowing that she wouldn't stop him.

"Stop it."

"Make me baby girl..." he growled, removing her shirt entirely.

Sarah's lip trembled, for a moment, and Justin smiled. Grabbing her left thigh, he moved between her legs sitting back on his haunches.

"Want to keep your bra intact?" he asked suddenly.

Sarah didn't respond.

"You won't get another one if I have to cut this one off..." he trailed off, pulling out a pocket knife.

"Don't," she whined. With Justin between her legs and her back against the wall, she could turn nothing but her head to get away from him.

"Ask nicely," he cooed.

"What?" she startled.

"Ask me nicely to take off your bra and I won't cut it off."

"Fuck you," she spat, her tongue moving faster than her brain.

"Suit yourself," he replied, flipping the knife open.

Sarah's eyes went wide and her body rigid.

"Last chance baby girl," he said, positioning the knife between the cups, blade away from her skin. "I don't mind if you go without a bra..."

"Take it off,' she spat stiffly, making each word sound like the choicest swear word.

"I said you had to ask nicely," he said softly.

"I bet you can do better than that."

"Please..." she wailed "take my bra off."

"That's a good girl," he said, flipping the knife shut and brushing her hair. "Turn around."

She sat frozen.

"I can just cut it off if you've changed your mind..." he said lightly, a smile playing at his lips.

Sarah scrambled around his knees to show him her back. Judging by how pale she was, Justin was afraid to push her too far; he wanted her present for this next part. Deftly, he unhooked her bra and pulled it away, revealing her perfect tits for the first time. He slammed her back against the headboard with more force than he intended, anxious to see her. With both hands he stroked her skin.

"You're so soft," he praised, smiling as he felt her nipples pebble against his hands. "Except for these, these are pleasantly hard."

He tweaked her nipples gently, and she cried out trying to pull away.

"Stop," he commanded, increasing the pressure, "Just relax."

Sarah was quickly becoming overwhelmed, naked in comparison to his being fully clothed, his hands on her. She slapped him hard, leaving a red hand print on his cheek. For the first time, Sarah had the pleasure of seeing Justin's face flush, but whether it was in embarrassment or anger, she wasn't sure. He recovered with a smile.

"I expect nothing less from you baby girl... If it makes you feel better to try and fight it go ahead... I'll still make you feel good."

Justin deflected her next attack easily, but kept ahold of her hands. Dragging her down the bed, he twisted her arm under her and rolled her to her side trapping it there. Her other arm she pinned behind her back, spooning against her to keep it there. Returning to her nipples he continued to tweak them softly as he began to kiss her neck, making comforting little hushing noises.

Sarah did her best to ignore him, but he was being gentle now that she wasn't trying to hit him. He used just the right amount of pressure to elicit a response from her body whether or not she wanted one. She snapped her lips and her eyelids shut, attempting again to block him out. Justin wasn't fooled though, and could see her face was a bit too tight to be truly ignoring him. Keeping the hand under her on her breast, he dropped his other hand to Sarah's sex. She tightened her legs down trying to prevent him from gaining access, but he was stronger than her and easily pulled them apart.

"Relax Sarah, this is going to feel good," he promised, stroking her lower lips.

She didn't want to feel it, and wished he would be rough like he had before. His insistent, gentle touch was making her forget herself. He feathered his finger over her clit lightly, drawing a groan out with a triumphant smile.

"You like that?" he asked. "My girl is a light touch... I should have known..."

Moving lower, he began feather light circles around her entrance, dipping his finger inside. Sarah's mouth opened slightly, and he returned to light brushes across her clit. Alternating in this way for several minutes, he was pleased to feel his finger grow damper every time he dipped into her.

"Please," she whispered, so soft he almost missed it.

Justin wasn't sure if she was begging him to stop or to keep going, but he was certainly glad she was responding. Pushing his finger fully inside of her, she made a strangled noise.

"That's it... feel it..."

Sarah was mortified. She knew without a doubt that her body was going to betray her. Just as the realization hit her, he curled his finger, just barely touching her g spot, drawing forth another groan she tried to hide.

Justin was careful to be gentle with her, seeing how well she responded to it. Despite being ready to go again, he wanted her to feel this; he wanted to make her cum, and he wasn't sure if he could do it if he fucked her.

With another minute of pushing into her softly she finally cried out. It was weak, but she made no effort to repress it, and he felt her passage clamp down on his finger. When the spasms ceased, he pulled his hand from between her legs and traced her lips with the finger that had been inside of her.

"Open," he commanded, willing to try his luck with her teeth once more.

"Fuck off," she sighed, closing her eyes.

He laughed softly, letting her get away with her defiance because in truth he enjoyed it more than the defeat or absence that most girls showed at this point.

Sarah drifted to sleep, naked in the arms of a man who raped her and then made her feel things she didn't want to feel.