The Trip

Chapter Three



"I don't think so." Shawna stood and bolted for the highway. Moisture smeared between her thighs, and flesh rubbed raw against flesh, but she kept going. The man turned her on, and she'd been tempted, but the danger felt very real now. She'd made a rash decision, but she'd smartened up just in time to avoid becoming a victim. A few more steps and she'd be safe . . . .

Something hard slammed into her back, and dirt filled her mouth as her face thumped against the earth. She spat out a mouthful of mud, swinging her fist at the solid form that covered her. Her wrists were pinned over her head, and she opened her mouth to scream.

The man's big hand covered the bottom half of her face. His dark eyes glistened, reflecting the faint light of the bus headlights. "None of that. You'll spoil our fun."


He moved his hand, and she sucked in a mouthful of saliva, prepared to spit it right in his face. Then she turned her head and spat on the ground. She'd been stupid enough for one night. Aggravating the man would only cause her more pain.

And there would be pain. The twisted smile he gave her promised as much. But that didn't scare her half as much as the calm in his level gaze. Like all her secrets were written on her face, in her eyes, and he was focused on reading the words.

How much you want to bet he doesn't see a 'No.' She couldn't help making a last ditch effort to talk him out of whatever he planned. "Who says I want to have any 'fun'

with you?"

He raked his fingers through her hair and tugged her head back. "You have a safe word. If you want me to stop, use it."

Use her safe word? Never. Her nipples hardened as her body accepted the inevitability of exactly what she had invited. Insane, but part of her wondered how far this little game of his would go. What would he do when he figured out she didn't want to play?

Gritting her teeth, she sneered at him. "F*ck you."

Letting out a feral snarl, he slapped her. Her eyes burned as the sting spread, becoming hot little spikes of pure sensation, traveling down her nerves.

"Don't test me, you little bitch." He bit her throat, and her back arched. More spikes stabbed into her, and she moaned.

No, no! I can't give in!

Yet the words left her before she could stop them. "Don't test you? Or what? If you're going to rape me, get it over with."

"Really?" He laughed, sounding as insane as she probably did. He released her hair, sat up, and pushed her thighs open. Before she had a chance to kick, he clamped his hands around her ankles and hooked her calves over his shoulders. "You think that's the worst I can do to you?"

Yes! Something inside her cried. But a remote part of her wanted more. Wanted something wild, something extreme. She wanted nothing more than to have control ripped away so thoroughly she would never have to face it again. But he couldn't give her that. No one could.

"Like I said." Her muscles went slack, and she rested her head on the dirt. "Get it over with."

He rose up on his knees, lifting her ass high off the ground.

"If you insist." He put one hand on her knee and shoved the other in the pocket of his black jeans. Tearing a small packet open with his teeth, he bent down and spread her ass cheeks apart. "Try to relax."

Something with sharp edges pressed against her anus, and cold, slick fluid filled her. Then something big and hard pressed into her, stretching her, stretching so far she felt she would tear open. Her a*shole wasn't meant to stretch like that. And the burning

. . . oh, god, it was too much! The tip of whatever he was shoving into her felt small at first, but bigger and bigger as he worked it deeper inside. She whimpered and shifted her hips.

"Relax." He bared her stomach and kissed the dimple above her navel. "If you force me to tear you, I won't be able to f*ck your ass later."

Later? As though she'd let him near her again. He pushed harder, and she felt his hand slip. The hard object nearly slid out of her. Her insides rippled as though missing the intrusion. So wrong, yet . . . yet she didn't want him to stop!

"No!" Her hips shot up. The emptiness was worse than anything else he could possibly do. "Please . . . ."

"That's what I like to hear." And with that he slammed the thing that felt like a chunk of stone deep inside her ass. Before she could adapt to being full from behind, he stuffed fingers inside her p-ssy—two, no . . . three—and started pumping so hard she felt as though he was punching her swollen, wet folds.

Every muscle in her body, from her abs to her thighs, clenched as climax threatened. She felt like she'd exposed her most vulnerable parts to an open flame. She tossed her head from side to side and gouged her tongue with her teeth to keep from screaming.

He let her legs drop from his shoulders and bent over her. "There we go. I think we can head back now."

"You son of a bitch!" She ground the back of her head into the dirt. Damp earth coated her scalp as she writhed and bucked her hips. "Finish it!"

"'No." He circled her * with his thumb, around and around, not quite close enough to stimulate, but just close enough to keep her aroused. "You're not getting off until you're ready to beg. Get back on the bus, and read more of your book. I think I'll take the empty seat next to you—you've been looking a little lonely."

His fingers were still inside her, but he wouldn't move them, damn him! They were seated deep like the thing in her ass, simply . . . there. Her juices seeped out and quickly turned cold, as though to remind her she'd get nothing until he decided to give it to her.

Incredible, unbearable. Tear spilled from her eyes as her pride folded, and she sobbed. "Please, don't do this to me."

"Begging already?" He clucked his tongue. "You really are a shameless little slut, aren't you?"

Bastard. She glared at him, but held her tongue. He could call it begging if he wanted. She didn't care. But she wouldn't do it again.

"That's what I thought." He eased his fingers out of her p-ssy and then paused with his large second knuckles stretching the ring of muscle. "You're so tight and wet—I really want to stuff my cock in this sweet, juicy cunt." Bending down, he flicked the tip of his tongue right over her * and added another finger alongside the ones already inside her.

"Ah!" Her core clenched around his fingers, and her * sparked like a wet live wire. He kept pushing and pushing, as though he wanted to stuff his whole fist inside her. She threw her legs open wide, ready to let him. "Yes!"

"You like that." He sucked on her * and shoved his fingers deep. "Oh, f*ck, I love this p-ssy. Nice and snug and stretchy. Perfect for fisting or DP." He climbed up without moving his hand, resting his weight on her, trapping her. "I'll do that to you—

soon. And you won't be able to stop me. I'm going to use you like the little whore you are."

"Mmm." She wiggled her hips when he stopped pushing against her. A little bit more and she'd come. She was there . . . right . . . .

He gently removed his hand and rolled off her. After scrubbing his hand on his jeans, he stood and tugged her to her feet. "How does the butt plug feel? Do you think you can keep it in for a while?"

Legs shaking as though her bones had dissolved, she clung to his forearms and stared at him. The strange, hypersensitive soreness of being denied made her insides throb pitifully. She didn't think she could form a coherent word.

But she finally managed one. "Why?"

"I'm waiting for you to beg for your master's mercy." He pulled away from her slowly, keeping one hand extended for a moment as though to check her balance. Then he turned away. He searched for something among the bushes. Seconds later, he returned with her shoes and took a knee to help her put them on. "You're not ready to do that yet."

She shook her head, digging her spiked heels into the dirt as he started tugging her up to the road. "I am ready. Please, Master,"— you evil f*cker—" Please don't make me get on the bus feeling like this. I can't—"

"You can, and you will." He wrenched her into his arms, cupped her ass in his hands, and pressed his erection against her belly. "Keep your head down like a good little slave. Stop letting your pride overrule passion, and you'll be rewarded. You're filthy anyway; everyone will assume you've been f*cked already."


He was right. Shit! She smoothed her short skirt over her thighs and pursed her lips at the sight of the thick mud smeared on her legs. Bending over, she brushed the dry flakes away. The butt plug shifted inside her, and she gasped. Her p-ssy had grown so sore, she hadn't noticed the slight burn in her ass, but it returned now with a vengeance. He expected her to sit on this thing?

"Take the butt plug out." She walked stiffly to where he'd dropped her sweatshirt and then stood with her back to him as she pulled it on. Her face was burning hot, and she didn't want him to know how embarrassed she already was. "I'll do whatever you want if you take it out."

"You'll do whatever I want either way."

Arrogant a*shole. Fine, she'd do it herself. Reaching under her skirt, she felt around for the wide end of the plug. Her position made her ass cheeks clench, and her anus held tight to the plug. She'd have to sit to take it out herself. Or bend over so he could do it.

She lifted her head, and her forehead hit his chin. The already rapid beat of her heart sped up until it felt like there was a frightened bird trapped under her rib cage.

He moved so quickly, so quietly. She didn't stand a chance against—there'd be no escape. Not now. Maybe never.

His arms wrapped around her waist, his hands around her wrists. He whispered in her ear. "Leave it, or I'll stuff a great, big vibrator in your cunt. One so loud every passenger will hear the buzz."

"No." Her throat tightened, and her mouth went dry. What if he didn't hear me?

She tipped her head up, shaking her head, licking her lips, and breathing out the words.

"Don't, Master. I'll leave the plug. I'll do whatever you say."

On the road above them, the bus engine rumbled, and the headlights flicked on and off. The driver was ready to go.

The man slid his hand up her back and raked his fingers into the hair above her nape. He tugged hard. "Go get on the bus."

"Okay." She swallowed, and then yelped when he pulled harder. "What?"

"What do you say?"

Pride squirmed like a rattlesnake caught in a muslin snake bag, but need became the soothing darkness, lulling it to sleep. Peace filled her as she lowered her eyes.

"Yes, Master."