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grab roughly at the sides of her head. She saw his cock – hard, thick, up close – and about to press into her face.
    “Open up, Janna. Suck,” he growled. “I’m going to fuck your face and come in your mouth.”
    She opened and felt his length push into her mouth. Her heart pounded. So many sensations all at once: the painful heat all over her arm, the throbbing in her clit, Mark’s cock moving in and out of her mouth now, slowly and insistently.
    “Jesus Christ, girl, that’s it,” he moaned. “ Fuck yes!”
    She felt gloved fingers pinch at a nipple sending a new shiver of pleasure through her body. Then he took both hands and held her head again, thrusting in and out of her mouth, using her. She loved the feelings swirling in her, overwhelming her in pleasure … mixed with pain … an endorphin rush but also a sexual neediness. All working to bring her close to orgasm – and he wasn’t even touching her pussy.
    His cock rammed in and out of her throat making her nearly gag a few times. She held on … what choice did she have? The wet sounds of near-gagging only made Mar k more insistent, more aroused.
    “I love hearing you take me like this, swallowing me. God damn this hole feels so fucking good, I’m gonna come … you just stay the fuck open!”
    He pulled out and shot hot white come over her upside-down face, just a couple inches away from her lips, her nose, her eyes. He groaned as spurts landed all over her face, some going into her open mouth. Then he squeezed the last bit from the tip and backed away. She heard the zipper, and then felt a gloved finger invade her pussy again, pushing in deep, then out, then back in deep, several times.
    Oh YES, thank God, I need to come. So badly. Please. Please.
    “Nope, I don’t think so, Janna. Not yet. I think we’re all done for tonight. I’ll see you tomorrow night at ten – after we close up for the night – we can finish you off then.” She heard a low laugh and then felt his finger pop out of her wet cunt with a loud slurping noise.
    She might just cry after all.

 
    Chapter 9
     
    Janna drove home in the darkness, in pain, and in need. And the thoughts just wouldn’t stop. At home she drifted in and out of sleep most of the night; her arm hurt badly the first hour or two, a bad sunburned feeling, just as Mark had said it would. She took ibuprofen, and after a while it settled into an almost-toler able dull, but insistent, burn.
    Great. Sleeping with a goddamned sunburn. Just what I need. Jesus … what the hell am I doing? Who IS this guy? What is wrong with me that I let him do all that to me tonight? And I’m going back tomorrow night.
    But she knew what it was. She needed to be controlled. She needed a man to use her, take what he wanted, make her fully his . Her pussy got wet just thinking about what Mark had done earlier. The control, the insistence, non-negotiable acts. For some reason, she craved that. She realized she always had. Since she was a teenager, at least, she’d fantasized like all young girls do, but her fantasies always had a … twist. While her friends giggled about the handsome knight picking them up, carrying them to the bed chamber, and making passionate love to them, Janna’s “knight” was always a rogue, a ne’er-do-well, a villain … a guy who picked her up and slammed her against a wall and took her in the ass while calling her a “harlot.” His harlot. Or he would chain her up in a tower and torture her and fuck her whenever he felt like it, which was every few minutes, usually, because, well, teenager-brain and all. Rogues in the Middle Ages could get hard repeatedly within seconds of coming each time. Of course.
    She smiled at the memories of her teenaged sexual brain. She’d always had an active fantasy life, sure, but now, thank God, some of it was actually becoming reality. With Mark, this crazy fucker with the needles and tattoos. She’d already let him pierce her clit hood. And facefuck her. She