Page 15 of Sexy Dirty Fun

“What are you doing? Don’t touch me. Go back to your room and I’ll pretend you were never here.” I started to back away from him so I could close the hotel door and lock it. This was quickly becoming a nightmare I was praying I would wake up from.

“I love you, Lindsay,” he said and pushed his way inside the room, his strength no match for mine. “You’re mine.”

“Get out of my room, you crazy son of a bitch,” I spat out, glaring at him.

His hand flew out and slapped me hard on the face. I screamed and fell to the floor. I reached up to touch my face and when I drew my hand away, there was blood on my fingers.

“You’re an asshole,” I muttered.

“And you’re a bitch,” he replied and reached down to grab my wrist. He pulled me up from the floor and threw me onto the bed. For the first time, I was really scared. What was this sick fuck going to do to me?

Before I could roll off the bed, he was on top of me, pinning me onto the bed so I couldn’t breathe, much less move. I wiggled under him, trying to get free. A sob caught in my throat and he laughed.

“Why are you trying to get away?” He stuck out his tongue and showed me his piercing. “Remember all of the afternoons I got you off with this thing. There once was a time you couldn’t get enough of me Lindsey. I would have you begging and screaming for me.”

I shook my head and a tear slid down my face. He was right; there once was a time I couldn’t get enough of him, but that was long over. Now the thought of him inside of me made me want to throw up.

“Get off of me,” I said through gritted teeth. He grinned down at me and pressed his hips against me. I could feel his erection against my thigh. He wasn’t a small man and it used to hurt like a mother fucker for him to enter me unless he got me good and ready; if he forced himself inside me, it was going to tear me apart.

He bent his head down and licked the tears from my face. “I’m going to fuck you, Linds, just like I used to. I’m going to have you screaming my name.” He reached down and pulled the belt of my robe free causing it to fall open, exposing my breasts to him.

“God, I missed these,” he moaned and sucked one nipple into his mouth while his other hand cupped my other breast, pinching the nipple.

I lay there and let him do his thing while a million thoughts went through my head. Should I just lie there and let him have is way him me so it could be done? Or should I fight? It didn’t take me long to figure out what I should do.

I brought a knee up between his legs and got him square in the balls. “I said to get off of me!” He gasped in pain and I was able to push him off of me.

I rolled off of the bed and made a mad dash for the door when he roared behind me and clutched my hair in his hands. I tumbled to the ground in pain, feeling as though he had pulled my hair right out of the roots.

“You fucking bitch,” he muttered. “If you want to play rough, we can play rough.” He kept his hand in my hair and I could hear him messing with his belt buckle with the other.

“Please stop,” I sobbed. At this point I wasn’t above begging. “Don’t do this.”

“Too late. Since you want to be a slut and sleep with a dick like Cane, I’m going to treat you like the whore that you are.” He pushed my robe up to my hips and ran a hand down my ass, stopping to smack it. I flinched and he laughed. “You always did like your ass spanked, didn’t you?”

I buried my face in my arms and started to sob. My parents always warned me if I kept messing around with these musicians, eventually I would get hurt. They were so right.

I could hear the rustling of Shaun’s close behind me and I finally resigned myself to the fact this was going to happen.

9

CANE

Idon't know how long I was in the shower, but when I got out, I could hear the people in the room banging around and yelling. So much for getting a nap in. Good for them for getting their freak on, but I was sorely in need of some real sleep if I was going to go out later and fuck like there was no tomorrow.

A scream and faint sob came from next store and my blood ran cold. This wasn't two people being kinky; some fucker was forcing himself on a woman.

I had some perversions in the bedroom, but my women were always more than willing to join in. On the rare occasion a woman changed her mind and told me 'no', I let her go immediately. There were plenty of women out there who would take her place. I had no tolerance for men who had to take what they wanted against the woman's will.

I slipped on some jeans and paced my room, not sure if I should just call security or go intervene myself. I stopped dead in my tracks when I heard one word. The fucker said “Linds.” I couldn’t make out what else he was saying, but if there was even a chance someone was hurting her, I had to stop it.

I slipped on my boots in case I had to kick the door open but I didn’t bother with a shirt and stormed out of my room. I paused for a second in the hallway and listened to make sure it was the room next door and not above me. I heard another sob and that was all I needed to spur me into action.

I pounded on the door next to mine. “What’s going on in there? Lindsey, are you in there? Are you ok?”

There was a pause. “Go away, Cane,” a female voice said feebly. It sounded like she had been crying. What had that asshole done to her? Was I too late?

“I’m not going away until you answer the door. I have the room next door and I heard crying. Let me see that you’re ok.” I wanted to break the door down but I didn’t want whoever was in there with her to hurt her even worse.