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  I needed time alone, but I could see he wouldn't take no for an answer. He worked his leg between mine and rubbed strategically as he kissed me. It wasn't long before I lifted my hips to increase the friction there. When I couldn't get the contact I craved all of a sudden, I groaned.

  "You want me, baby?" Kurt asked in a low voice.

  "Yes."

  He undressed me quickly and pushed me back onto the bed. Then undressed himself. He rolled me onto my belly.

  "Get your knees under you and lift that ass in the air."

  I had no idea what he had in mind, but I was so needy at the moment, I didn't care. I did as he said. Kurt positioned himself behind me and without warning, he slammed himself into me. I cried out and instinctively pulled away, but he wouldn't let me escape. He grabbed my hips and held me still as he moved in and out of me at a relentless pace.

  "It hurts," I told him.

  "Be quiet and relax. It will pass. You need this, Haleigh."

  I forced myself to relax, and he was right. The pain passed as my arousal intensified. I tried to push him deeper with each of his thrusts. He reached around and lightly rolled my nipples between his fingers. I was so close now. Just as my orgasm started, he pinched my nipples hard. The jolts of pleasure shooting through me quickly overshadowed the pain. I cried out as I bucked into him. The pain in my nipples doubled when he released him, but he didn't give me time to recover. He grabbed my hips, ramming himself into me faster and faster. Something I would have thought was impossible. I was right on the edge again when he slammed into me one final time.

  Kurt lay on his side, pulling me with him. All the hurt and stress I was non-existent. Now I just wanted more. I turned towards him and kissed him again.

  "I love you," I said.

  "Good, because I love you too. You're my girl."

  I smiled and rubbed myself against him, hoping he would get the hint.

  "My horny, slutty girl."

  Well, horny, yes, but I wasn't comfortable being called "slutty". He reached his hand between my legs, slipping his fingers inside me. I winced, surprised at the soreness. It didn't stop him though. Using two fingers, he worked me into a frenzy once again, then just as I tipped over the edge he pinched my clitoris so hard I screamed out. He didn't stop pumping his fingers in and out of me, and I thrashed around beneath him in a mixed state of agony and ecstasy. When the orgasm passed, he didn't stop. He worked me up into orgasm after orgasm.

  "Stop, please," I said, my voice hoarse from all the screaming.

  "Not yet," he said. "You obviously need this."

  I had enough though. It was no longer pleasurable, just painful. Still, my body betrayed me as I exploded into another orgasm. He didn't stop, and exhaustion paralyzed me. My sobbing began long before it ended, and only then did he pulled me into his arms again.

  "Taste," he said, holding his fingers to my lips.

  Was he serious? I didn't want to taste myself, but he squeezed my breast with his other hand causing me to gasp, and pressed his fingers into my mouth.

  "Suck," Kurt said right in my ear. "Suck hard."

  I did as I was told, my body shaking uncontrollably. I didn't like the saltiness at all, but he made no move to remove his fingers.

  "Now, sleep. You'll feel better when you wake."

  I wasn't convinced, but I was too exhausted to say otherwise. Besides, his fingers still filled my mouth, so talking wasn't an option.

  *****

  When I woke the next morning, I did feel a little better. I was still sore, but sex with Kurt always left me tender. He liked it rough. My problems with Alexis seemed distant and unimportant now, so I guess he was right, but he still seemed to need the sex more than I did. He was never sated, which he proved the moment he woke next to me and immediately climbed on top of me.

  "Kurt, I'm too sore."

  He covered my mouth with his as he forced his way into me. I cried out, and he deepened the kiss. It was easier to give in and let him have his way.

  Until I met Kurt, a lot of sex was about three or four times a week. I learned quickly Kurt needed sex about three or four times a day and even then he never seemed content. When he returned from seeing clients, he would immediately carry me off to either his bedroom or mine and have his way with me. It didn't matter what I was doing. I could be right in the middle of schoolwork, and he would stop me to get his fix. I wondered if it was possible to be addicted to sex. It wasn't surprising when I lost interest all together. Especially when my needs grew less and less important. I would lay there limp, finding it easier to give him what he wanted than to argue.

  Now, he wanted quickies most of the time, and I would get no orgasm at all. He wouldn't even wait until I was aroused. He would just have me drop my pants, bend me over a table, and have his way. Then he would go back to what he was doing, leaving me wanting. I supposed it wasn't bound to last anyway. Many people told me guys lost interest in a woman's pleasure once he knew he had her.

  It wasn't the lack of orgasms during sex that bothered me though. If I wanted one, I could take care of it myself. I didn't need him for that. But, as his interest in my pleasure waned, he became more and more emotionally distant. We rarely talked about my life as he had in the beginning. When I spoke about my classes, he barely paid attention, and when we had sex, his mind was always somewhere else. I felt like nothing more than a receptacle for him.

  Was this normal for people who became familiar with one another? It didn't seem that way with my parents. They still acted like love-struck teenagers, but they likely didn't represent the average relationship. It was clear what, now, my relationship with Kurt was nothing like what they had though. I was wrong about that. Maybe what my parents shared was rare, and it took a great amount of luck to find it. Considering my problems with the simple act of maintaining friendships, I doubted I would ever be that lucky. I would have to be content with a man who at least cared about me.

  *****

  Kurt did care. He made it a habit to come to the college every afternoon to take me to lunch. The first time seemed odd. He took me to the same diner Dominic had taken me two weeks before. He even asked the hostess to seat us in the same booth. For a moment, I wondered if he knew about my lunch with Dominic, but how could he?

  Instead of sitting across from me, he slid into the seat beside me. He ordered for me too, which he never did before. A salad and water. For himself, he ordered a seafood basket and a beer.

  "Why just a salad?" I asked.

  "I've noticed your jeans are getting tighter. It will do you good to cut down on the greasy food."

  Ouch. That was blunt. I never noticed my jeans fitting any differently than they ever had before. Between the almost constant sex with him, and walking from class to class on campus, I got plenty of exercise. I didn't have time to think about it too much though. Kurt reached down and unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, sliding his hand into my underwear and slipping two fingers inside me. My face heated, and I quickly glanced around to see if anyone saw him.

  He pinned me snuggly between him and the wall. I tugged on his arm, hoping he would get the hint. I didn't want this.

  "Put your hands flat on the table," he said in a stern tone.

  He never spoke to me that way. I bit my lip as I tentatively placed my hands on the table.

  "You need this," he said more softly. "And you need to learn to trust me. Spread your legs."

  When I hesitated, he reached over with his other hand and squeezed my breast hard. So I spread them as far as I could within my limited space. I tried not to make a sound while he worked me close to an orgasm. There was no way I could hide it if I came, so it was a relief when the waitress came toward us with our food. At least it was until Kurt slipped his hand out of my panties, exaggerating his actions as he slipped each finger into his mouth in turn, relishing them as he sucked.

  "What a lovely appetizer," he said as the waitress stopped at our table.

  Her face turned bright red, and she avoided eye
contact as she set our plates on the table.

  "Enjoy your meal," she said, practically running away from our table.

  I was mortified. I pushed my salad away as I pressed my legs together and leaned as far away from Kurt as I could, which wasn't nearly far enough.

  "Eat," he said, glaring.

  The look in his eyes sent a shiver of fear through me, so I did as I was told. When we finished our meal, I was eager to leave. My pants were still undone, a fact which my shirt barely hit. I told Kurt I needed to go to the restroom and rushed inside the one room unisex toilet to fix myself up. I didn't notice Kurt following me inside until he locked the door behind us.

  "I won't be able to go with you in here," I told him.

  "Watching you piss isn't what I had in mind. Pull your pants down and bend over the toilet."

  "Kurt, we're in a public…"

  He gripped my jeans and pulled them roughly over my hips. Then spun me and bent me over, grabbing my hips as he rammed himself inside me. I didn't the opportunity to react, and by the time I did I was too off balance to do anything. There was nowhere to rest my hands, so I had to hope he didn't lose his grip. I would have just toppled over if he did.

  "You really need to trust me, Haleigh. I know what you need better than you do."

  Did he? I certainly didn't feel like I needed this in a restaurant bathroom. He came within moments, and once again he left me unfulfilled. I didn't need that either. As soon as he finished, he pulled his pants back up.

  "I'll be waiting for you in the car," he said as he left. "Don't be long."

  I finished up in the bathroom as quickly as I could, considering the possibility of walking back to school, but he watched me from his car as I left the restaurant. I already made eye contact, so if I left now, he would be angry.

  "What was that all about?" I asked, as I pulled the passenger side door closed after getting into the seat.

  His lecherous grin made my gut churn. For a moment, I thought he would rip my pants off again and take me right there in his car, but he turned the key, the engine roaring to life.

  "I can't get enough of you, Haleigh," he said.

  His gaze lingered on another woman who passed us in the arms of who I assumed was her boyfriend. It wasn't me he couldn't get enough of, it was sex, and it was getting worse. Regardless of where we ate, we would end up having sex in the bathroom. He even told me he didn't want me wearing underwear anymore because it got in the way. He removed all the underwear from my drawers, leaving me no choice.

  Then the visits increased. He met up with me between classes now too, and often he would pull me into a semi-secluded spot and have his way with me there. He bought me short skirts, saying it would be easier for our little trysts. All he needed to do was lift it for easy access. Soon, the only time I spent away from him was in my classes, and it was overwhelming. Not only that, but people noticed. I went from being the shy girl who hung out with Alexis, to being the "whore on campus". People I didn't know pointed at me and whispered to their friends when I passed. I hadn't been this humiliated since leaving Hawaii. Something had to change.

  Chapter 7

  I was glad when the weekend arrived. Kurt and I needed to discuss his recent behavior. So when I sat down at the table to eat my breakfast, I decided it was as good a time as any. I held his hand, hoping that would soften the blow.

  "Kurt? You know I love spending time with you, but seeing you every moment of the day is getting to be too much. We need time apart as well. I'd like to see some of my other friends too. I'm feeling a little smothered, and I just need—" I squealed when he squeezed my hand so tight my knuckle cracked.

  Throwing my hand to the side, he stood over me, scowling, and backhanded me so hard I fell out of the chair. The coppery taste of my blood filled my mouth.

  Kurt bent over me, wrapping his fist in my hair. "You stupid fucking bitch. Do you think I don't know what's going on?" He shook my head and slapped me repeatedly as he spoke.

  I shielded myself with my arm as I cried out. Why was he acting like this? "I don't know what you mean."

  "You've been dating that bastard Dominic behind my back." He lifted me by my hair so I was now on my knees.

  "No, it wasn't a date, and it was just the…"

  Kurt punched my gut. "I know you've got the hots for him. I saw how you looked at him at the play party."

  He dragged me across the floor. I tried to free myself from his grip, but he pulled my head back and slapped me again. We stopped in front of a door he had always kept locked. I assumed it was storage space, but when he opened it, stairs lead down into a basement. He flicked the switch on the wall, but he didn't give me a chance to get my feet under me before he dragged me, thumping from step to step. When we reached the bottom he tossed me onto the cold, hard cement floor.

  "Please, Kurt. I swear I never did anything with him. It was one lunch."

  He kicked me in the stomach, and I curled into a ball, suddenly terrified. Did he plan to kill me?

  "Did I tell you to speak?"

  "No," I said, my voice quavering.

  "Then shut your mouth."

  I sobbed and hoped he would stop hurting me if I appeased him.

  "Sit up," he ordered.

  I struggled into an upright position. As I did, I took a quick glance around the room and gasped. In one corner was one of those wooden x-shaped things I'd seen at the play party. In fact, it reminded me a lot of Brant's basement, except that this one wasn't finished. The floor was stained, unpainted cement, and the walls were white-washed cement blocks. It reminded me more of what I'd picture a dungeon to look like, and I had the impression it was the effect he'd been going for. Various implements hung on the wall, including a whip. I panicked when I saw it and tried to run up the steps, but he grabbed a fist full of my hair and wrapped his hands around my neck.

  "If you keep resisting, I will make you regret it."

  Kurt tightened his grip and didn't loosen it until I stopped fighting. Then he led me to the middle of the room where chains dangled from the ceiling. He fastened both of my wrists in leather cuffs. They weren't padded, so they dug, painfully, into my arm as I tried to balance on my toes to take some of the pressure off my shoulders and wrists.

  "Please, Kurt. Why are you doing this?" I asked between sobs.

  "You need to learn you belong to me and only me. Now no more talking. You don't talk until I tell you to. If you speak out of turn again, I'll gag you."

  He left me hanging there a moment while he removed a bar from the wall. It had similar cuffs attached to the ends as the one's binding my wrists. He fastened one cuff to my ankle, then forced my legs apart before doing the same to the other. Now my legs were spread, and I could barely touch the ground. My shoulders bore all of my weight, and they were already aching under the strain.

  Kurt left me again to grab something from a nearby cabinet. I screamed when he approached me with a knife.

  "Don't, Kurt. Please, don't hurt me. I swear I don't care about being with anyone else. I just want you."

  That wasn't true now, but he didn't need to know that. All I wanted in that moment was to get away from this psychotic bastard.

  "Oh shut up, you lying, fucking bitch," he said as he cut my clothes off. When he finished he went back to the cabinet and returned with a rubber ball with leather straps attached. He held the ball to my mouth. "Open."

  When I didn't do as I asked, he pinched my nipple and twisted hard. As I opened my mouth to cry out, he shoved it in and fastened the straps behind my head.

  "I warned you if you didn't keep your mouth shut, I'd gag you. Eventually you will learn to do as you're told." He tightened the straps, so they tugged on the sides of my mouth. "When you moved in with me, you became my property. You belong to me. I've helped you with your problems. I've treated you like a queen, and you've repaid me with complete disrespect. Now you'll learn your place."

  I tensed as he grabbed the whip from the wall. I tried begging and pleading thr
ough the gag, but it was no use. My words were garbled, not that it would have made a difference either way. When the first lash of the whip came, I screamed. There was no way I could have anticipated the searing pain. I barely heard Kurt as he spoke.

  "All women are manipulative bitches. You can't help it. It's just in your nature."

  Another lash sent white-hot pain across my abdomen.

  "You use men for your own pleasure, and then when you grow bored with us you move on."

  Another lash on my thigh.

  "I won't let you move on."

  Another strategically placed lash between my thighs had me screaming and pulling on my bonds. That and involuntary shivering adding to the pain in my shoulders. Please let him stop.

  "It's my job as a man to put you in your place, so you can't walk all over me."

  Several more lashes fell across my back before he spoke again. When I cried out my voice cracks, and then there was no sound.

  "Men in today's society have become weak because of all that gender equality bullshit, but I'm working to change all that. It's time we put women back in their place."

  Another lash across my breasts.

  "Of course, it will take a while for the rest of society to catch up, but it will happen. This is your life now. You are mine."

  After a while I couldn't understand his words. The pain was all that existed. I didn't even notice when he took the gag out and released my ankles from the cuff. He was loosening the ones on my wrists when I finally came back to reality. Kurt caught me before I fell to the floor and forced my arms to my sides. He may as well have ripped them off. I opened my mouth to scream, but nothing came out.

  Kurt chuckled at my distress and dragged me to a half wall that separated the back part of the basement from the front. Only a small gap on the left side of the wall would allow someone to walk through. He bent me over the wall, forcing my legs apart.

  "Your body is mine to use in any way I please. Women exist for a men's pleasure," he said then he raped me.

  It seemed to go on forever. Every thrust sent new waves of pain through me. I cried in relief when he finished, but my torment was just beginning. He took me to a corner of the basement where the floor dipped toward a drain hole.