A Den Of Lions Ch 03

Tara staggers painfully into the kitchen, blinking groggily in the morning light. "Morning."

I look up from my coffee, "How're you doing?"

"Badly." She swallows dryly, "Did I fight Maddie?"

I pull a face, "'Fight' is a strong word for it," I sip my coffee again, "you annoyed her & she pinned you down."

"Oh."

"Do you remember stripping naked?"

"Vaguely." She winces, "I hate you all."

"That's fair, but Jesus you were drunk." I shrug, "You remember sleeping with Skye?"

She nods slowly, "I woke up next to her."

"Good night?" I smile, "You look sore."

She nods, "My back is killing me & I'm covered in bites though."

"You can blame Maddie for teaching her that." I press a coffee into her hands, "It's all about the pain for her."

She looks over the top of her mug, "What would you have taught her?"

"Wouldn't you like to know."

"You'll have to show me some time." She winks meekly, hiding her sudden blush behind her coffee.

I smile, "You're an odd duck Tara, last night you got naked because someone challenged your honour, this morning you blush at a little flirting." I blow her a kiss.

Tara shuffles, "Alcohol is lethal."

"It let's out the real you?" I tease, "Not the, ahem, 'prude'."

She pulls a face, her freckles shifting to form new constellations. "Feck off." She flips me off.

"Come on now, you know you love this." I sigh dramatically, "You still chose to live with us, what else were you expecting?"

Tara shuffles her hands, searching for clouds in her coffee. "I, ah, I don't know really."

"Were you hoping one of us would pin you down & ravish you?" I'm only half teasing now, the thrill of a chase, even one so minor, rising.

Tara tries to hide her blush again, "When you say it like that it sounds stupid."

I take her hand, "It's kind of cute to be honest, though I might just be flattered."

"Now you're just teasing me."

"Not yet," I run my fingers delicately over her wrist until she twitches involuntarily, "the *teasing* can come later, if you want it."

"Why later?" She bites her lip, "Though you might have to be gentle."

I pull a face, "Not sure I can do gentle, but how does breakfast sound?"

"Like a date I'd put out on."

"I'll get to work then."

Tara lays next to me on the bed, half naked with her arms tucked into her body awkwardly. "What do you want me to do?"

"Do you know what excites you?" I run my fingers over her side, "what did you feel last night?"

"Being out of control maybe?" she shifts, still not quite comfortable. "I want, I don't know." She cuts herself off.

"Come on, out with it," I reach around & open her bra, "what do you really want?"

She shuffles some more, "It's not right, I shouldn't want it."

In one practiced motion I pull her atop of me, throwing her bra across her room & grabbing her breasts roughly, she gasps a little. "Does someone have a rape fetish?" I turn my nails into her soft flesh & begin to claw her, "Or do you want me to hurt you?"

Tara tries to look down but I grab her chin & pull her gaze back to me.

"Rape. I, I want you to rape me." She stammers out, "I want you to fucking use me like I don't matter, hurt me, don't stop even if I beg."

"We can do that the moment you really want me to stop, just tell me." I grab her by the throat & squeeze, taking my second hand I grab a nipple & twist it until I hear Tara whimper. "Strip."

She tries to obey, pulling down her underwear as far she can. I decide it's not far enough.

I tut, slap her breasts & throw her aside. Grabbing her sodden underwear I yank them off her, wadding them up & forcing her mouth open to gag her with them. With her mouth gagged, I pull her arms behind her back & bind them together with the first thing that comes to hand; a dressing gown cord.

Tara's muffled objections are silenced with a swift spank, I push her face first into the pillow & begin the strip myself, throwing clothes aside with reckless abandon.

Tara's cunt is sopping wet & I can't help but drive myself into her to the root, her muffled yelp tells me I might be too deep for her, but she's mine now. I grab a fistful of her hair, the wild ginger cloud erupting from between my fingers, I fuck her slow & deep pulling her back with each stroke until she's sat almost on my lap.

I sit back, pulling her upright & taking her throat in my free hand. "Are you sure this is what you want?"

She nods aggressively, almost shaking my grip loose. I twist my grip tighter, dragging her back until she yelps through her gag again.

Throwing her forward she hits the pillows heavily, I pull out & press my erection against her arse, this makes her struggle so I slap her again & release her hair so I can grab her hips with both hands.

It takes a couple of gentle thrusts to force my way inside her, her whole body tensing against me as I slip deeper & deeper with each little movement.

Tara whimpers & kicks, but doesn't spit out her gag. I lean forward, forcing home my last inch & biting the back of her neck, I snake a hand up & grip her throat as I slowly fuck her.

I barely notice picking up speed until I'm shaken from my rhythmic trance by a sudden buck & muffled cry from Tara, she softens, her body falling almost limp beneath me as I erupt into her body, my own strength failing me.

We lay there, panting for what feels like an age until I move again. I pluck the gag from Tara's mouth & she smiles weakly at me, "How're you doing?"

She nods, "Fuck, that hurt." she tries to move her arms, remembering she's bound last second. "I don't know how to feel."

I wrap my arms around her, pulling the bindings loose. "You said rough, was that too much?"

"I'm not sure I was complaining, it was just a surprise." Tara flashes a smile, "Don't worry, you can definitely be rough with me again."

I kiss her on the forehead, "I shall be less rough next time."

"Don't you dare." She prods me in the chest, "I might still be learning what I want but my heart is still pounding."

I can't help but smile, "Oh gods, what have we released."

"Just you wait & see."