8 comments/ 41899 views/ 56 favorites Ricky Reminds Her By: MissLovelyHeart *All characters are the age of 18 or above* Emma's relationship with Ricky was none too easy. She met him when she was a sophomore in high school and he was a senior. Now she is the senior and he is a sophomore in college. They hadn't begun dating until a year ago. Emma had light olive skin from being half Italian, but was neither pale nor tan. She was 5'3, relishing in the fact that almost all the guys she'd ever meet would be taller than her. She weighed 100 pounds from being naturally thin and had slight curves on her waist and hips. Her hair was a few inches below her shoulders with straight bangs and it was all a dark brown. Her large brown eyes reminded people of a doll and her lips with its cupid's bow made Ricky hard. Her boyfriend, Ricky, had around the same kind of skin. He wasn't pale as he spent time in the sun, but he was never "tan." He was 6'1" and had a swimmers body from high school and college athletic swimming. His black hair was kept at medium length, just long enough to cover his ears and sometimes his eyes, but he normally pushed it all back when it fell forward. His eyes were so blue they looked like ice and it often intimidated Emma. Ricky was a very jealous person. He didn't like Emma to talk to any guy unless it was him, her father, his father, or a teacher. Sometimes he didn't even like her speaking to a male teacher. He liked to where she was at all times and who she was with. And he was very rough with her at most times, though he never hurt her. However, sometimes, very rarely, he would be gentle with her and he was her first and she loved him and she grew accustomed to his ways. A single text ruined all of that, though. Emma's phone received a text message from a number she did not recognize. Opening it, the text revealed a picture that shocked her. In the picture was a girl with blonde hair and tan skin she only vaguely recognized from school the year before, naked, on her knees giving someone head. The angle is pointing down on her, so the guy getting the blow job must have taken it. His hand was on her head and Emma knew the tattoo on his arm instantly. Ricky had the same tattoo on the same arm in the same place. Looking at the background of the picture, she also recognized it as Ricky's apartment. Ricky took the picture. Everything after getting that text was a mess. Emma called out Ricky for cheating on her which he, of course, denied. She showed him the picture, shouting "You're the one who took it!" This was followed by a dramatic and stressful breakup. A month later Emma's friends dragged her to a party she really didn't feel like going to. They claimed there would be a bunch of cute guys, college guys, for her to dance with to get her mind off of Ricky. Once there Emma soon forgot about the troubles of her breakup and relaxed, dancing to good music with friends and guys. Her friends had dressed her up for the party. On a normal day, Emma would wear skinny jeans and a tee shirt with some converse, maybe once in awhile she would wear shorts. Her friends put her in a red camisole with no bra as her 34B breasts were perky enough to not need one and a black skirt that although was safe enough to bend over in showed a lot of thigh. Emma was not used to wearing skirts. Her friends also made her wear black wedge heels that made her go from 5'3 to 5'6. From across the crowded living room where the majority of the party was contained, a very angry Ricky leaned against a wall. He watched Emma dancing with men, letting them touch her arms and her shoulders. Every time she so much as smiled at a guy he felt his anger grow. He stood with a circle of friends and among them was the slut he cheated on Emma with. He had cheated on his ex girlfriend to test her love for him, to watch her beg him not to leave her for another girl, but the plan had backfired. His ex girlfriend didn't love him enough, apparently. "Ricky, baby, I'm getting bored of this lame party," the slut whined, hanging on his arm. With a look of distaste, he removed his arm from her grasp and put his empty red cup in her hand. "Go get me another drink." He didn't even look at her, just continued to watch Emma, smiling at some guy she had been talking to for the last ten minutes. He watched as the guy leaned in close to her and whispered something into Emma's ear. Ricky was already planning on how to kick this guy's ass. Emma looked like she had gasped, but she smiled and put a hand over her mouth, while using her free hand to playfully push the guys arm. How dare he make her laugh like that! That was it. Ricky started making his way through the crowd. Emma was giggling at every word this guy was saying. She couldn't remember his name, and she couldn't really care. She wasn't actually interested in him, but he was a nice distraction. He was going on and on about his schools lacrosse team so she wasn't paying attention, but then he leaned down and whispered "If I'm boring you, we could do something else." His tone was a teasing one, though, so she didn't take offense. "Hello, Emma." Ricky's voice surrounded her. Her face paled and she turned her head to see him glaring down at her. His arms were crossed over his chest and he did not look happy. "Ricky? What are you doing here?" She gulped down a lump in her throat, trying to not sound intimidated. "Me? It's a college party, what are you doing here?" "My friends invited me. Now, if you'll excuse me, I was talking to someone." Emma turned back to the guy she was with. "I want to talk to you." She ignored him. "I need to talk to you." He continued. "Want to or need to? Ricky, I-" Emma was cut off when the slut who ruined her relationship walked up, placing a red cup in Ricky's hand. "Here, baby, I got you vodka." She leaned her head on his shoulder and gave Emma a vicious sneer. "You can talk to her." Emma turned to the guy she had been speaking to. "I'm sorry, but if you'll excuse me?" She turned from all of them, walking through the crowd, through the kitchen, and out into the empty backyard. The music from the party could kind of be heard from outside, but it was faint and muffled as the owners of the house the party was at didn't want to get a noise violation. Not wanting to go back inside, Emma pulled out her phone to call her friends. She wanted to go home so she could cry and not let everyone see mascara and eyeliner run down her cheeks. "Emma!" Ricky followed her outside, alone. She turned, putting her phone back into one of the pockets in her skirt. "What do you want?" "Fucking talk to me." He walked up to her and turned her around so that she faced him. "What is your problem!" "My problem? You're the one who came to this party dressing like a whore and dancing like a whore for guys. What is your problem?" Insulted, Emma pushed on his chest hard, but only managed to move him a foot. "I'm not a whore and I didn't do anything wrong! You're a jerk and I hate you!" She cried out, feeling better after yelling at him. She still had pent up anger and hurt left over from their breakup. "Why don't you just go back to that girl and leave me alone!" Emma wiped a finger under her right eye, feeling herself start to tear up. "Emma, sweetheart, just talking to me. She doesn't even mean anything to me." He tried a soft approach, maybe she would open up if he appeared gentle. He placed a hand on her waist and used his other hand to tilt her chin upwards. "I want to fix things." He was mostly telling the truth. He wanted to get back together, but right now he just wanted to fuck her out of jealously and anger from seeing her with another guy, and from pure lust after seeing her outfit. "Things can't be fixed." Emma whispered, crossing her arms over her chest. Ricky pulled her into him and kissed her, reaching down to squeeze her ass. With a squeal, she pushed back and a loud smack to his face left her right palm stinging. "Don't touch me!" Emma realized her mistake instantly. Ricky had always been about asserting his dominance and control over her and his temper was easily triggered. Doing something as stupid as this was, well, stupid. Ricky shoved her backwards until she was pinned against the chain-link fence that marked the end of the backyard. He placed a hand on her throat and squeezed hard enough to shut her up, but never hard enough to make breathing difficult. He wasn't into breath play. "Now listen, you fucking cunt. I was going to be nice and let things be easy. Now I want some fun before we settle this fucking shit out and go home as a happy fucking couple." He spoke through his teeth, clenching them furiously. His voice was hard and his gaze made her cower. "...Some fun?" "I want you to go inside and get your fucking ass upstairs. Do you understand?" "Ricky..." "If you don't do as I say and get your little ass upstairs I will fuck you up out here, and not in the same fashion as I will up there. Do. You. Understand?" His grip tightened slightly, but Emma nodded swiftly. "Good." He let her go and kissed her cheek. As she headed for the house, he swatted her hard on the ass, eliciting a yelp from her. Emma looked at no one when she came inside and hurried upstairs. She stopped in the hall and waited. When Ricky came upstairs he looked at her in confusion. "Why aren't you in a bedroom?" "You told me to go upstairs. I'm upstairs." Emma regained a little bit of courage on her walk up and decided to use some of it. Ricky grabbed her chin again, roughly, and brought his face close to hers. "When did you become such a smart ass? We're over for a month and you start dressing like a whore and talking back. I'm going to have to beat all of that out of you, huh?" Emma paled at the threat, but she knew deep down he would never actually raise a hand to her. Just the same, his threat worked. "I'm sorry..." She whispered softly, looking down. Ricky moved away from her and found an empty bedroom. "Just get in. Now." Emma listened and hurried inside to the mostly dark room, the only light coming in through the window and from a fish-tank in the far corner of the room. "Get undressed." He ordered, locking the door behind him. "What? No!" Emma looked around the room, seeing that the room had its own bathroom, but no other exits. "I don't want to do this, Ricky. It's over between us." "No, it's not. We're still together, Emma. You miss me and I definitely miss you." He took a small step towards her. "Tell me how much you love me, Emma." "I don't love you anymore." She lied. "I said it's over!" Fueled by fury, he lunged for her. Emma darted towards the bathroom as a temporary escaped, but before she could barely touch the door handle, Ricky had his hands around her waist and was lifting her into the air. She screamed, but the music was too loud for anyone to hear. She cried, trying to pry his arms off her. "Ricky, please, stop!" He slammed her into the nearest wall, holding her hands above her head in just one of his own. "We're not over until I fucking tell you we're over and I haven't. Now tell me how much you fucking love me." He growled, kissing her mouth hard before moving down her neck, biting and sucking. Tears boiled in her eyes while she wiggled in his grasp, hoping to pull free. His grip was tight and hurt her wrists and he wasn't making his biting and sucking pleasurable, either. He came back up and kissed her, crushing her mouth with his own. He forced her lips open and stuck his tongue inside while he used his free hand to grope her perky breasts. He moaned into her mouth, missing how she tasted. Emma waited for him to move his tongue and then bit down hard on his bottom lip, tasting a little blood. Ricky pulled back and wiped his lip. "You fucking bitch!" He lifted his hand as if he was about to strike her, but picked her up instead and tossed her onto the bed. She attempted to crawl away from him, but he caught hold of her right ankle and dragged her back towards him. "You need to be punished, Emma." He climbed on the bed, grabbing her skirt, yanking it down her legs and throwing it across the room. Her camisole went next, landing in a messy heap. She lied there, crying in her pink panties. Ricky flipped her over and forced her onto her hands and knees, holding her by her hair with his left hand. He leaned in close to her ear. "You've been a very, very naughty girl." "No, Ricky!" His right hand came down swiftly, making her scream and put her face into a pillow. She tried to pull away, but he kept hold of her hair. As his hand kept smacking her ass, she thought about when he used to spank her while they were together. She always had mixed feelings about being spanked. She never liked the pain, but she enjoyed being belittled by him. She loved how small she felt beneath him. His hand kept raining down on her ass, the stinging pain making her cry even harder. Finally he stopped and pulled down her panties, rubbing her sore, tender cheeks. "Sweet, sweet, Emma." His fingers delved into her slit, feeling her growing wetness. "You're already this wet? I don't know if that does make you a slut or prove how much you missed me." Emma didn't respond, not wanting to admit to how much she had missed him. Ricky stuck two fingers into her pussy, rubbing her g-spot hard. She cried out as she instantly felt everything tighten in her stomach and her pussy gripped his fingers. Sensing this, he had her turn onto her back without removing his fingers. Still fully clothed, he lied on top of her as he started to piston his fingers in and out of her tight pussy. She bit her lip to hold back moans and pulled on the bed spread. He kissed her hard, fingering her and making her arch her back. He pulled his fingers out of her needy hole and began to rub her clit in hard, swift circles. Her breathing began to quicken as she felt the buildup. After a year of dating, he knew how to play her body until she crumpled underneath him. As her orgasm finally crashed into her, she cried out and moaned into his mouth, holding onto his shoulders. When her orgasm ended, she panted, trying to regain her strength. Ricky took this as the time to get undressed, until he was completely naked on top of her. He positioned his cock at the entrance of her sweet pussy, sucking on his fingers. "Ready, baby?" He slammed inside her, causing her to shriek in pain. She was very tight, and it still hurt. Every time they had sex he had to ease into her and let her adjust. And after a month of no sex at all, she was just as tight as her first time. "It hurts! Please, Ricky, it hurts so badly!" Tears blinded her and she pushed on his shoulders. He held still for a moment so she could get used to him before he slowly pulled back and slammed back into her. She wrapped her legs around him out of habit and held onto him. Finding a rhythm, Ricky pounded into her, enjoying the fact that she was clinging to him like she used to. "That's right, sweetheart." He sped up and thrust into her harder, causing her to whimper and moan out of a mixed pain and pleasure. He reached between them to rub her still sensitive clit and she cried out, shaking head down. "Don't!" He soon had her screaming again, her pussy clamping down on his cock. "Oh, fuck, Emma." He moaned. "You belong to me. You're mine." He started cumming inside of her, his hips never stopping. When he finally emptied himself inside of her, he stopped and slowly withdrew himself from her. She didn't look at him, just tried to calm her breathing as she unwrapped herself. Ricky hugged her to him for a moment before kissing her lips softly and pulling away from her. Ricky watched her carefully as he got dressed, but she wouldn't look at him. He walked away from the bed when he heard "Are you leaving...?" He smirked as he picked up Emma's tossed clothing and brought it to her. "No, sweetheart." He handed over her clothes when she sat up and he sat on the side of the bed, watching her awkwardly dress herself while sitting down. "You're coming home with me tonight, okay? I'll drive you home tomorrow." Emma nodded, but said nothing. When she was dressed again, she sat there, twiddling her thumbs. "Hey," Ricky said. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead. "I love you." She was still hurting from what he had done to her tonight and the month before, but all of her previous feelings for him were still there. "...I love you, too." Ricky Reminds Her Ch. 02 PLEASE understand that this is a work of fiction under the category of Nonconsent/reluctance. I would never wish the contents of this story on any real person. If the contents of this story may offend you PLEASE leave the page now. As Ricky left Emma downstairs by the front door to look for his sober friend to drive them home, she stood there in a daze. Her mind was trying desperately to wrap itself around what had just happened. Despite how much he had hurt her the month before, she let him fuck her. Did she even let him? She shook her head as she only confused herself more. She was used to him being so rough, but he had never fucked her out of anger before. She kept telling him not to, but she came. So what had really happened back there? "Em," Ricky called as he and his friend, Roger, headed her way. He placed his hand on the small of her back and led her out the door, towards the end of the drive way where Roger had managed to find an open spot. "Are you tired?" He asked her as she scooted into the backseat. He sat beside her and pushed the hair from her face. When she didn't answer he told her to lay her head on his lap. She did so without looking him in the eye. Emma trembled as he stroked her back which only refueled his anger along with the fact she wouldn't meet his eyes. His hand pressed down firmer as he tried his best to keep control of himself. The car ride to Ricky's apartment felt too long. Emma could feel the tension in the car swarming around them. The weight of her confusion made it hard for her to breathe almost. She wished she knew what was going on in Ricky's head. Did he expect for them to be back together? Did she? She wasn't even sure. Not even thinking about the previous month, Emma was concerned with what had just happened. Was that considered rape? She did give in... He told her he loved her. What happened wasn't love. He was angry. He was forceful. She was afraid, but he didn't actually hurt her. "Emma, we're here." Ricky lifted her back into a sitting position and got out of the car first, offering his hand to her. Ricky lived in a second floor apartment with two bedrooms. He lived alone, but used the extra room as a studio. Majoring in graphic design meant he had to take other art classes as well. Any art projects he had done well on he hung up around the living room. He fancied in doing darker pieces, gloomy morbid scenes and creatures. Emma normally thought it was cool because she was also fascinated by such things although not as much as he was. Tonight the pictures made the place feel cold and un-inviting, tonight they really represented who Ricky was. "Did you take your pill today?" He asked. Emma got on the pill when they began dating even though they had used condoms. When they broke up she didn't stop taking them because she didn't want to mess up her cycle. She nodded. "Let's go to bed." He surprised her with this. She thought he would start another argument or try to touch her again. She hurried into his bedroom and when he didn't follow right after she quickly changed into one of his shirts and a pair of his boxers to sleep into. As he entered and shut the door, she dove under the covers and turned away from him. Ricky rolled his eyes in the dark silence. He had hoped that if he have her some space now she'd open up more to him But it only seemed that she was still keeping herself closed. After undressing until he was just into his boxers, he crawled under the blanket as well and snuggled up to her, pulling her against his body. She felt cool against his warm skin and she was still shaking. He gently squeezed her once before they both went to sleep. Emma woke a few hours later in the early morning. It was still dark out and Ricky had rolled over in his sleep, his back now to her. She didn't waste time in carefully climbing out of the bed and changing back into her clothes. Every few seconds she would glance over at him to make sure he hadn't woken up. As she slowly opened his door it creaked louder than she felt was needed. She froze in her spot and waited, but nothing happened. Ricky didn't get up and he made no sound. After standing there for a few more seconds she slipped out of the room and hurried to the front door. She tripped over a pair of his shoes and had to hold back a curse. Phone in hand, Emma was ready to call her friend, Megan. Megan had bad insomnia and would be up around this hour. She also hated Ricky from the beginning so she would have no problem with picking up Emma. After she unlocked the front door, she got it open a few inches before a hand slammed it shut again. "Going somewhere?" Ricky towered over her in the dark, appearing to be a black shadow from one of his art projects. Emma opened her mouth to answer, but found no words. He grabbed her wrist and began pulling her back to the bedroom, but she yanked her arm away and walked around his couch to put distance between them. "I want to go home." She said firmly. Well, she at least hoped she sounded firm. He leaned against the couch and watched her. "I told you I'll take you home tomorrow. Now let's go back to bed." "It is tomorrow." Ricky clenched his jaw. There she went again being a smartass. "It's still dark out. We're going back to bed, Em." As he approached her she just circled the couch. "I don't want to!" "And why is that?" "Why?!" She could almost laugh. "How hard is it to fathom why I don't want to even look at your face right now?!" "Surprise me." Ricky's calm demeanor really pissed her off. Fine, she thought, let's start from the beginning. "For starters you fucking cheated on me." "That wasn't cheating." "It wasn't? Then what was it? Is it that you enjoy hurting me?" Then he did laugh. "Don't be absurd. I prefer to think of it as testing you." "The hell? Testing me for what?" "I wanted to see what you would do. I was testing how much you cared. And you proved how much you didn't instead." Ricky kept a straight face while explaining which made Emma angry. She grabbed a decorative pillow that was a gift from his mother and chucked it at his head, hoping the beading would scratch his face. Ricky easily blocked the pillow with his hand. "You're fucking insane. Who in their right mind would do that? Of course I would end it with you after that! You don't fucking cheat on someone!" She threw another pillow. "Emzy, stop acting like a child." His use of a nickname she despised her stop like the child he accused her of being. But two could play at that game, if he wanted to resort to hated names. "Richard, you stop acting like a fucking asshole!" Ricky bit his lip, but didn't say anything in response to that. He hated being called Richard because he was named after his father who left his wife and son for his fitness trainer when Ricky was 15. Instead he tried another approach. "Okay, I'm sorry. I was wrong. Let me make it up to you." He walked around the couch and this time she didn't move as he stopped in front of her. Emma wanted to laugh even more at his ridiculous attempt to fix things. "That isn't the only problem!" "What is it?" "You... You raped me tonight. How can you say you love me when you raped me?" Ricky picked up a discarded pillow and rubbed the beading before answering. "You think I raped you? You must have a poor memory because I remember tonight going very differently. In fact, I remember you coming all over my fingers. Don't you?" She flushed red with embarrassment but also with desire as the memory flashed through her mind. She stamped it down and refused to let him get to her. "Stop it..." "I also remember you clinging to me while I fucked your little pussy raw. You seemed to really enjoy it. Maybe we should do it like that more often." "Stop..." "And if I recall correctly... After we got dressed you told me something. Oh, what was it?" Ricky put his fingers to his forehead and began rubbing, pretending like he was trying his best to remember something he couldn't. "Oh, that's right! You told me you loved me." She pushed him with all the strength she could muster. "I was fucking lying!"She meant it then, but she didn't mean it now. She couldn't afford to love someone like him. This was the last he would take. Ricky was furious and grabbed her by the upper arms as he kissed her hard enough to make her whimper into his mouth. If she tried to tilt her head away he would only follow with his own. His left hand reached behind her to wrap around her waist and hold her against him. His crotch ground against hers as he let her know that even when he was angry she still got him hard. She squealed against his lips and tried to wiggle out of his grip, but that only made her rub harder against his erection. "Yeah, just like that," he whispered into her ear. With no other choice Emma stomped down on Ricky's right foot. When he pulled back in shock and pain she dashed away from him towards the door. Unfortunately for a second time she tripped over his shoes, only this time she hit the floor. As she turned over he was back to being a dark shadow above her. "You must have a new found interest into sadomasochism, huh? My precious little minx." He quickly kneeled down and grabbed her by the hair. "Sit up. Or do you want me to pull? And take off your shirt while you're at it." Without a word she did as she was told, only slightly relieved when he let go of her hair for the short moment it took to remove her shirt. With his free hand he reached into his boxers and pulled out his cock. He didn't bother explaining what she had to do. As she wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock, he let his head fall back and moaned. Her tongue slid down the underside of the base while her thumb rubbed circles around his balls. When she took him fully in her mouth he held her there. "You said I raped you? This time I didn't even have to ask. You just started sucking away. Maybe you really are a slut." Emma tried to pull back after his comment, but he kept her in place. He began using her hair as a way to bring her mouth up and down on his cock. She tried to whimper and cry out, but she failed to realize that each sound she made only caused a vibration that pleasured him even more. Soon Ricky was face-fucking her fast and if the light was on he would have seen tears in her eyes from gagging when he pushed her down too far. Emma never could deep throat. All the times they had been together she tried her best to take him a little deeper each time, but she always gagged at some point. He was proud that she tried at all. To her it was a challenge she had to surpass. Now it was a nightmare he controlled. Eventually when he felt he was close he pulled her off his dick and let her catch her breath. Saliva slipped down her chin and her eyes burned from tears. She moved her hand to wipe her face, but he caught her wrist. "Go get them." She knew he was referring to the handcuffs he kept in his room. They had used them twice before when they were together. As thrilling as they felt to be worn at first each time, Emma would soon panic out of claustrophobia. And now she knew their use would only worsen her situation. "Please... I'll be good..." "Emma," The sternness in his voice was warning enough. She stood up without even bothering to grab her shirt and retrieved the cuffs from his room. When she brought them back her turned her around and handcuffed her hands behind her back. She tugged on them a little until it began to hurt. After removing the rest of her clothes, Ricky dragged her towards the front of the couch where he laid down on the ground. She knew he wanted her to kneel over him. "Don't you want me to return the favor, babydoll?" As gracefully as she could and with as much dignity she had left, she kneeled down until she straddled his face. Ricky knew that she loved to be eaten out this way. He knew she could really get into it and move her hips when she was above him. With his hands on her hips he guided her pussy to his mouth. He was surprised to see she wasn't wet this time, but he made no comment. He flattened his tongue and ran it across her clit and she jerked. He'd have her wet and begging in no time. Ricky's tongue circled her clit slowly while Emma bit her lower lip and clenched her eyes. She had to do her best to not let him get the best of her. She had to prove to him that she really didn't want it. She had to prove to herself that she really didn't want it. Her body jolted and soft cries escaped her mouth as he sucked on her clit and two fingers soon slid into her pussy with ease. More tears bubbled in her eyes. She was angry with herself. She hated this! Even so how could her body still enjoy it? Soon enough her hips were moving on their accord, rolling and sliding against his mouth in effort to find more pleasure, and it was getting harder to keep from moaning. She tried to tell her body to stop, but with every caress of his fingers and every nudge of his tongue her hips moved even faster. Her breathing was growing quicker and her head was shaking back and forth as if she could will the situation to stop. When he began to quickly flick at her clit with the very tip of his tongue at a fast pace she was done for. She moaned and gasped as she felt her orgasm hit. While she became more vocal Ricky didn't stop. He helped her ride through her orgasm, prolonging it for as long as he could. When she finally did calm down, he still kept going. "Oh god," she whispered. "Stop, I can't take anymore." Her clit became extra sensitive and touching it now was too much for her to handle, it was almost painful. "Ricky, please!" He stopped and chuckled at her reaction, finding her helplessness adorable. She blushed again from embarrassment. After moving her off him, he knelt behind her and pushed her over until her cheek was against the carpet. He entered her slowly this time. He knew that in this position he could go much deeper, but that also meant if he wasn't careful he could accidently hit her cervix. He didn't want to actually hurt her. He loved to scare her and mess with her head, but he wouldn't dare bring her any true harm. Emma clenched her teeth as she felt him fully enter her. When he first entered her was one of her favorite parts when they used to have sex. That's why she loved changing positions so much. She could feel it over and over again. Ricky began to pull out, but just as only the head was in, he thrust forward. Emma yelped, though she wasn't sure if it was out of pain or pleasure. He knelt with her legs on either side of him and every time he thrust forward his balls slapped against her sore clit, causing her to jump a little. He held onto the hand cuffs, but was careful not to pull and hurt her shoulders. She could feel him hitting very deep while the tip of his cock would slide over her g-spot every time he slide back and forth. It took a lot of strength for her to not cry out now after being eaten out. "How does it feel? To be my little slut? Would you like to be my doll, my plaything for me to use how I see fit?" With each new term he thrust a little harder. When he did accidentally hit her cervix she yelped. "I'm not a slut! And I'm not your slut!" "Oh? You do realize you didn't have to come here." He pounded harder. "You could have refused to suck me off." He pounded faster. "You could have told me no when I began to eat your sweet little pussy." His hand reached around to pinch her still sensitive clit. He leaned forward so that his mouth was close to her ear. After licking her earlobe, he whispered, "And you've had this whole time to tell me to stop fucking you." Emma hadn't even thought about refusing at this point, she just assumed it was rape all the same and it couldn't be stopped. Before she could open her mouth this time to try, he already covered it with his hand so she couldn't have the chance. He lifted her up and pushed her against the couch where he continued to drill into her now sore pussy. The fingers he had on her clit kept up a fast pace and she was crying into his hand for too many reasons. Her head began to spill from all the different sensations and feelings. When Emma finally began to come again, her pussy squeezed Ricky's cock which launched him into his own orgasm. He froze against her as his cock shot spurt after spurt of hot semen into her. He kissed her shoulder before withdrawing from her. Emma slumped against the ground, back into her daze. Her body began to shake again, but this time out of exhaustion. She knew she really couldn't see Ricky again. He'd only continue to hurt her like this. She didn't want to be his "plaything", like he put it. Not even that, but it broke her heart. He used to honestly care about her. Even with his temper and roughness, he used to treat her like she was something fragile. Now it seemed like he hoped t break her. "Come on," he told her as he pulled her to her feet. "Back to bed. Little girls need their sleep." She figured she might as well go back to bed and wait for the daylight so she could go home. Besides, she didn't know where he kept the key.