The Prey

Once.

Twice.

Thrice.

He wrenched three forceful orgasms out of me in less than ten minutes. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think straight. Everything was hazy, blurred… distant.

As he pulled away, I slipped from the counter, collapsing in a puddle of my own helplessness. My legs shook violently. My pulse skyrocketed, pounding in my ears like a war drum. My breath came in ragged, desperate heaves.

He stood behind me, silent. I knew without looking that he wore the same smug expression, that cold satisfaction he always had. But I couldn’t bear to face him. Not like this. Not when I was on my knees, my jeans...