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darkfaery1.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Apr. 18th, 2006 06:53 pm)Title: Doppelganger
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Pairing: Loanshark/Dom, Dom/Billy (unrequited)
Rating: NC-17 for rough slash sex, language, violence.
Summary: After a visit with Billy in Glasgow, Dom feels lonely and terribly jealous of Billy's relationship with his girlfriend. He takes a walk and finds himself in the wrong side of town where he meets a young man who looks astonishingly like his beloved.
Disclaimer: This twisted little tale is just for fun. Don't know Dom. Don't know Billy or his girlfriend. I've never met a Loanshark either.
Notes: This is a weird little AU story in which Dom meets Billy's ultra-nasty Loanshark character from Urban Ghost Story. I'm fairly certain I'm going to hell for this one.
I was annoyed even though I had no right to be. I was supposed to be over it--over Billy, but seeing him play house with her brought my feelings back to the surface. Insane thoughts ran through my brain as I watched them sitting close, holding hands, and exchanging private whispers. I saw him first! I wanted to scream, but instead I mumbled a lame excuse and left.
As I walked the streets of Glasgow, I recalled my slip that happened almost four years ago. I was pretty pissed at the time. We'd both been drinking, but as usual Billy still managed to keep his wits about him. As soon as I said it, I wished I could stuff it back down my throat. "I love you, Billy."
"I love you too, Dom, you sod."
"No, Bills, I really, really love you." I knew the power of my bedroom gaze and turned it on full blast as I leaned towards my best mate.
In spite of the alcohol, I remember the look of terror in Billy's eyes, which he quickly covered up with a laugh. "You arsehole, that's not funny."
"Sorry," I giggle like an idiot. "Had you going there for a minute, didn't I?"
Billy knew I meant it and he tried to talk to me about it once or twice, but I put him off. I thought it best to grieve privately, purging myself of these feelings that were to sure to ruin the most important friendship in my life if I didn't. A couple of years ago, Billy started dating "The Woman." Don’t get me wrong. She's a perfectly lovely lass; I knew I should be happy for him, but I wasn't. Selfish bastard.
I had my show, millions of fans, money, geckos. "You're a nob, Monaghan," I said under my breath. "Get yourself a girlfriend and move the fuck on." I looked up from the sidewalk to make sure no one had heard me talking to myself and saw a graffiti-ridden storefront partially covered up with plywood. I looked around and found that the other shops in the area didn't look much better. I started to get nervous. Where in the hell am I?
I looked up and down the street and didn't see a taxi, of course. I could have called for one on my mobile, but I doubted it would pick me up in this part of town. I thought about calling Billy, but my pride stopped me. I turned to retrace my steps and ran smack into someone instead.
My head was spinning from the impact, so all I could immediately see were three man-shapes: a smaller man in the middle flanked by two larger men. The smaller man stumbled back, but recovered quickly, then came at me, pushing me hard. "What the f-fuck is your problem? Watch where the fuck you're going, you piece of shite!"
I put up my hands in a sign of surrender. I've had my share of manly encounters growing up in Manchester, but I didn't like the odds. "Hey, I'm sorry, man…I-I didn't see--" My pathetic apology stuck in my throat when I finally managed to focus on the young man's features. "Billy…?"
"Who the fuck is Billy?" the young man spat.
He was dressed in a black suit, with a green shirt that set off his eyes. His hair was very short and there was a vicious snarl on his rosebud of a mouth, but otherwise the resemblance was eerie. This man and Billy could be twins. I felt a stirring in my crotch and cursed myself under my breath.
"You look a lot like a friend of mine," I muttered.
The young thug looked down at the swelling in my jeans with a smirk. "A good friend, I see."
I felt my face burning as I wondered how I was going to get out of this with my balls intact.
"Don't I know you?" he asked suddenly.
I shook my head. "I don't think--"
He grinned. "Yeah, you're on the telly."
I groaned inwardly, though I hoped my celebrity might save me from a cracked skull. "That's right. I'm on Lost."
Billy's Doppelganger turned to his mates and told them to go on without him. One of them gave me a sly smile as he walked past me.
"You're the junkie, right?" the young man asked. "What's your name?"
"Charlie on the show; Dom in real life."
"Is that why you’re here, Dommie, to score some drugs?"
Even his voice was Billy's. I shivered at the sound of my nickname. "No." It was true I used to be quite the pothead, but that was years ago. "I just went for a walk and got--" I paused and flashed him my most charming crooked smile. "--lost."
He took a step forward, invading my personal space. I stood my ground and met his eyes. The Doppelganger licked his bottom lip.
"I could go for a pint," he said. "How about you, Dommie?"
I realized my mouth had gone dry. I nodded, then followed him into a nearby pub called The Castle. It was still early, so there were only a few patrons drinking. They had the look of regulars and waved to the young man as he approached the bar and ordered our drinks. He turned to me and jerked his head, indicating that I should follow him into an empty back parlor. There was a small fire burning in the fireplace, but it hardly touched the chill in the room. There were a few round tables with chairs surrounding a billiard table in the middle of the room.
I sat down at one of the tables next to the Doppelganger who leaned back and regarded me with a mocking smile. A few minutes later, the bartender knocked and entered with two pints, a bottle of whiskey, and two empty glasses. The middle-aged man darted his eyes between me and the Doppelganger, then tended the fire.
"Nosy old fuck," the young man said bitterly as the bartender left the room.
Not knowing what to say, I took a long pull of beer. He continued to stare at me with the look of a predator in his green eyes. I felt my cock twitch and squirmed in my chair.
He poured himself a shot of whiskey and threw it back in one gulp. "So, is your friend Billy an actor too?"
"No," I lied, ashamed for bringing his name into this at all. "He's a bookbinder."
"Billy the fucking bookbinder." The thug laughed. "Is he a good fuck?"
My cock strained painfully against my jeans. "I wouldn't know--he's straight. What do you do?" I asked, desperate to change the subject.
"I'm in loans and collections," he said with an evil grin.
A Loanshark. What have I gotten myself into?
The Loanshark leaned forward and began to rub the inside of my thigh. "I'm a very busy man, Dommie. I haven't got time to play fucking games."
"You mean we're not going to play pool?" I asked innocently, leaning forward myself and placing a teasing kiss on his lips. He responded violently by putting his hand on the back of my head and forcing his tongue in my mouth. I was too randy to be afraid, so I started tearing at his clothes, anxious to feel his skin against my hands. He grabbed my wrists tightly and withdrew.
"Let's get one thing fucking clear," he said with a dangerous rumble. "I'm in charge. You're my fucking bitch tonight, Dommie. You got that?"
I felt anger and indignation suddenly well up inside me, then wane just as quickly. My balls ached as I gazed into his eyes. I nodded. "I got it."
"Say it, Dommie."
"I'm your bitch. I don't know even your name."
"Call me Billy," he growled.
I shuddered uncontrollably as my eyes rolled back in my head. "Fuck me, Billy," I pleaded, reaching for him timidly.
"Soon, Dommie." He rose and pulled me up with him. He kissed me wildly, biting my lower lip and neck as he unbuttoned my shirt. He ran his nails over my chest and belly, whistling appreciatively. "You're fucking gorgeous," he said. He pushed me against the edge of the billiard table, then slowly fell to his knees, running his tongue downward over my skin as he went.
I watched him in a daze as he unbuttoned my jeans, pulled them down and helped me out of them. I wasn't wearing any underwear, so my cock sprang free, already rock-hard. He warned me not to come in his mouth and I mumbled a promise. I threw my head back when he swallowed my cock whole.
I groaned and whispered, "Billy, oh Billy--suck me."
He complied expertly, pumping my cock with his hand and his mouth. I kept my hips still with some effort and tried to hold out, but then he looked up at me with those green eyes that seemed so familiar. I grunted and came hard down his throat.
He pulled away and spit my come on the floor, wiping his mouth on his sleeve "You fucker! I told you not to come in my mouth!" The Doppelganger jumped to his feet. I didn't see the blow coming and was stunned when he backhanded me across the face. His pinkie ring ripped open my lower lip. "I don't care who the fuck you are! You'll do as I say or I'll really fuck up that pretty face of yours."
The familiar green eyes suddenly became frighteningly alien. "I'm sorry--Billy." The most amazing thing about this bizarre situation was that I was more aroused than ever. I could already feel my cock growing hard again
He put his arms around my waist and pulled me close. He licked the cut on my lip, then devoured my mouth, sadistically crushing and biting the wound he'd caused. He pulled my hair painfully, then dragged his nails across my skin, drawing blood, I had no doubt. He pressed his crotch against my thigh, thrusting his growing erection against me.
"Lay down on your back and hang your head over the side," he ordered.
I looked at that beautiful face again and did as I was told. The edge of the table bit into the back of my neck, but I hung my head over and waited for his cock.
He unzipped his trousers, but kept them buttoned at the top. I wanted to see his body. I had seen Billy in the buff on a few occasions--we even showered together once, for time's sake only. But Doppelganger Billy kept his clothes on while I lay naked and exposed.
He stroked himself a few times then slapped it against my cheek. Before I could ask for it, he shoved it in my mouth. On the second thrust he shoved it in all the way up to his balls almost choking me. He moaned and laughed, calling me his pretty bitch. I tried to forget the pain in my neck as he pounded my mouth by taking my own cock in hand. He leaned over me, making it even harder for me to breathe and grabbed my wrists. "You'll come when I say so."
He held my wrists tightly, bruising my flesh, pistoning his cock in and out of my mouth until I was sure I'd die of suffocation. Finally, he came down my throat. I choked on the thick, salty fluid. I tried to cough, but he shoved his cock even deeper. I felt lightheaded and was afraid I'd pass out and choke on my own vomit. He withdrew just in time. I turned over and wretched on the floor. He cuffed me again, across my cheek this time, and I immediately felt the skin below my right eye swelling. Shit, I thought, anywhere but the face. I had filming in three days.
He threw a dishrag on the table and I knew he expected me to clean up my mess. I had never been so humiliated in my life, I felt my anger rising, but then I gazed at his face and it faded. How could I mar that beauty?
I wiped up my sick and stuck my arse in the air as he ordered. He rubbed his hand against the cleft of my arse, then shoved a finger, then two inside. I yelped, but I wanted his cock inside me no matter how badly it hurt me.
As soon as I finished cleaning the floor, I took a chance and faced him. I stroked his cheek gently and was grateful when he leaned into my touch. I shivered when he fixed his gaze on me. He put his hand on the back of my head again and kissed me violently, pressing his thumb into my swollen cheek. I managed to unbutton his coat and slide it off his shoulders, careful to throw it over a chair. Next I pulled his shirt free of his trousers and finally was rewarded with the feel of his slight, but hard chest against my hands. "You're beautiful," I said in that deep throaty whisper that had gotten me into the beds of more the a few young women.
He finally took off his trousers and boxers. I took a moment to mentally compare this Billy with my Billy. They were so alike, except that there was a softness, a gentleness about the real Billy that this man lacked.
As if to prove my assessment of him, he snarled in delight, then flipped me around pressing me hard against the edge of the table. I heard the tearing of paper and realized he was putting a condom on.
"Can't be too careful, Dommie. Don't know who you've been fucking."
I felt him smear something slick against my arsehole, then the head of his cock probed my opening. I tried to relax, but I couldn't help but tense up. I screamed when he finally entered me, not gently and slowly like I had imagined my Billy would, but cruelly ripping me open just for the sake of causing me pain. I started to cry softly as he pumped my arse relentlessly.
Then he pushed my head down into the felt top and really pounded me. The pain was so bad at first I thought I'd pass out, but then suddenly I felt his cock rubbing against my prostate and felt myself go hard again. I reached for my own cock, but he grabbed my wrist again. I started to buck against him when he took my cock in his hand and started stroking it. His thrusts became more violent and he clutched my cock tightly. He let out a guttural cry and I could feel his hot come fill my arse
"Ah, fuck, Billy!" I cried, then came all over the pool table. I feared another blow, but the Doppelganger spun me around and kissed me instead. I melted into his embrace wanting nothing more than to curl up next to him and fall asleep, but he had other plans for me.
With surprising strength, he made me sit on the table and pushed me onto my back. Amazingly, his cock was already hard again. He spread my legs and entered me, pounding my arse again…
After the third fuck, I couldn't think anymore. I vaguely realized there was blood mixed with semen coming from my arse, but I was mostly numb. After he'd come a forth time, he staggered back and wiped his cock on my shirt. He got dressed as I lay panting on the pool table. Every muscle in my body ached and I could barely turn over onto my side. Finally, he threw my clothes on the table next to me. "Get dressed, bitch. We're done here." With that he left me.
I was grateful my mind was as numb as my body. I had no desire to think about what I'd let him do to me. As soon as I managed to dress, one of the Loanshark's associates entered the room. I was momentarily gripped with fear, wondering what he had planned for me.
He just regarded me with a look of mild disgust. "I'm supposed to drive you back to your hotel." He handed me my hotel key card. I searched my pockets for my mobile and wallet and found them gone.
~*~
End of Part One
Part 1/2
Author:
darkfaery1Pairing: Loanshark/Dom, Dom/Billy (unrequited)
Rating: NC-17 for rough slash sex, language, violence.
Summary: After a visit with Billy in Glasgow, Dom feels lonely and terribly jealous of Billy's relationship with his girlfriend. He takes a walk and finds himself in the wrong side of town where he meets a young man who looks astonishingly like his beloved.
Disclaimer: This twisted little tale is just for fun. Don't know Dom. Don't know Billy or his girlfriend. I've never met a Loanshark either.
Notes: This is a weird little AU story in which Dom meets Billy's ultra-nasty Loanshark character from Urban Ghost Story. I'm fairly certain I'm going to hell for this one.
I was annoyed even though I had no right to be. I was supposed to be over it--over Billy, but seeing him play house with her brought my feelings back to the surface. Insane thoughts ran through my brain as I watched them sitting close, holding hands, and exchanging private whispers. I saw him first! I wanted to scream, but instead I mumbled a lame excuse and left.
As I walked the streets of Glasgow, I recalled my slip that happened almost four years ago. I was pretty pissed at the time. We'd both been drinking, but as usual Billy still managed to keep his wits about him. As soon as I said it, I wished I could stuff it back down my throat. "I love you, Billy."
"I love you too, Dom, you sod."
"No, Bills, I really, really love you." I knew the power of my bedroom gaze and turned it on full blast as I leaned towards my best mate.
In spite of the alcohol, I remember the look of terror in Billy's eyes, which he quickly covered up with a laugh. "You arsehole, that's not funny."
"Sorry," I giggle like an idiot. "Had you going there for a minute, didn't I?"
Billy knew I meant it and he tried to talk to me about it once or twice, but I put him off. I thought it best to grieve privately, purging myself of these feelings that were to sure to ruin the most important friendship in my life if I didn't. A couple of years ago, Billy started dating "The Woman." Don’t get me wrong. She's a perfectly lovely lass; I knew I should be happy for him, but I wasn't. Selfish bastard.
I had my show, millions of fans, money, geckos. "You're a nob, Monaghan," I said under my breath. "Get yourself a girlfriend and move the fuck on." I looked up from the sidewalk to make sure no one had heard me talking to myself and saw a graffiti-ridden storefront partially covered up with plywood. I looked around and found that the other shops in the area didn't look much better. I started to get nervous. Where in the hell am I?
I looked up and down the street and didn't see a taxi, of course. I could have called for one on my mobile, but I doubted it would pick me up in this part of town. I thought about calling Billy, but my pride stopped me. I turned to retrace my steps and ran smack into someone instead.
My head was spinning from the impact, so all I could immediately see were three man-shapes: a smaller man in the middle flanked by two larger men. The smaller man stumbled back, but recovered quickly, then came at me, pushing me hard. "What the f-fuck is your problem? Watch where the fuck you're going, you piece of shite!"
I put up my hands in a sign of surrender. I've had my share of manly encounters growing up in Manchester, but I didn't like the odds. "Hey, I'm sorry, man…I-I didn't see--" My pathetic apology stuck in my throat when I finally managed to focus on the young man's features. "Billy…?"
"Who the fuck is Billy?" the young man spat.
He was dressed in a black suit, with a green shirt that set off his eyes. His hair was very short and there was a vicious snarl on his rosebud of a mouth, but otherwise the resemblance was eerie. This man and Billy could be twins. I felt a stirring in my crotch and cursed myself under my breath.
"You look a lot like a friend of mine," I muttered.
The young thug looked down at the swelling in my jeans with a smirk. "A good friend, I see."
I felt my face burning as I wondered how I was going to get out of this with my balls intact.
"Don't I know you?" he asked suddenly.
I shook my head. "I don't think--"
He grinned. "Yeah, you're on the telly."
I groaned inwardly, though I hoped my celebrity might save me from a cracked skull. "That's right. I'm on Lost."
Billy's Doppelganger turned to his mates and told them to go on without him. One of them gave me a sly smile as he walked past me.
"You're the junkie, right?" the young man asked. "What's your name?"
"Charlie on the show; Dom in real life."
"Is that why you’re here, Dommie, to score some drugs?"
Even his voice was Billy's. I shivered at the sound of my nickname. "No." It was true I used to be quite the pothead, but that was years ago. "I just went for a walk and got--" I paused and flashed him my most charming crooked smile. "--lost."
He took a step forward, invading my personal space. I stood my ground and met his eyes. The Doppelganger licked his bottom lip.
"I could go for a pint," he said. "How about you, Dommie?"
I realized my mouth had gone dry. I nodded, then followed him into a nearby pub called The Castle. It was still early, so there were only a few patrons drinking. They had the look of regulars and waved to the young man as he approached the bar and ordered our drinks. He turned to me and jerked his head, indicating that I should follow him into an empty back parlor. There was a small fire burning in the fireplace, but it hardly touched the chill in the room. There were a few round tables with chairs surrounding a billiard table in the middle of the room.
I sat down at one of the tables next to the Doppelganger who leaned back and regarded me with a mocking smile. A few minutes later, the bartender knocked and entered with two pints, a bottle of whiskey, and two empty glasses. The middle-aged man darted his eyes between me and the Doppelganger, then tended the fire.
"Nosy old fuck," the young man said bitterly as the bartender left the room.
Not knowing what to say, I took a long pull of beer. He continued to stare at me with the look of a predator in his green eyes. I felt my cock twitch and squirmed in my chair.
He poured himself a shot of whiskey and threw it back in one gulp. "So, is your friend Billy an actor too?"
"No," I lied, ashamed for bringing his name into this at all. "He's a bookbinder."
"Billy the fucking bookbinder." The thug laughed. "Is he a good fuck?"
My cock strained painfully against my jeans. "I wouldn't know--he's straight. What do you do?" I asked, desperate to change the subject.
"I'm in loans and collections," he said with an evil grin.
A Loanshark. What have I gotten myself into?
The Loanshark leaned forward and began to rub the inside of my thigh. "I'm a very busy man, Dommie. I haven't got time to play fucking games."
"You mean we're not going to play pool?" I asked innocently, leaning forward myself and placing a teasing kiss on his lips. He responded violently by putting his hand on the back of my head and forcing his tongue in my mouth. I was too randy to be afraid, so I started tearing at his clothes, anxious to feel his skin against my hands. He grabbed my wrists tightly and withdrew.
"Let's get one thing fucking clear," he said with a dangerous rumble. "I'm in charge. You're my fucking bitch tonight, Dommie. You got that?"
I felt anger and indignation suddenly well up inside me, then wane just as quickly. My balls ached as I gazed into his eyes. I nodded. "I got it."
"Say it, Dommie."
"I'm your bitch. I don't know even your name."
"Call me Billy," he growled.
I shuddered uncontrollably as my eyes rolled back in my head. "Fuck me, Billy," I pleaded, reaching for him timidly.
"Soon, Dommie." He rose and pulled me up with him. He kissed me wildly, biting my lower lip and neck as he unbuttoned my shirt. He ran his nails over my chest and belly, whistling appreciatively. "You're fucking gorgeous," he said. He pushed me against the edge of the billiard table, then slowly fell to his knees, running his tongue downward over my skin as he went.
I watched him in a daze as he unbuttoned my jeans, pulled them down and helped me out of them. I wasn't wearing any underwear, so my cock sprang free, already rock-hard. He warned me not to come in his mouth and I mumbled a promise. I threw my head back when he swallowed my cock whole.
I groaned and whispered, "Billy, oh Billy--suck me."
He complied expertly, pumping my cock with his hand and his mouth. I kept my hips still with some effort and tried to hold out, but then he looked up at me with those green eyes that seemed so familiar. I grunted and came hard down his throat.
He pulled away and spit my come on the floor, wiping his mouth on his sleeve "You fucker! I told you not to come in my mouth!" The Doppelganger jumped to his feet. I didn't see the blow coming and was stunned when he backhanded me across the face. His pinkie ring ripped open my lower lip. "I don't care who the fuck you are! You'll do as I say or I'll really fuck up that pretty face of yours."
The familiar green eyes suddenly became frighteningly alien. "I'm sorry--Billy." The most amazing thing about this bizarre situation was that I was more aroused than ever. I could already feel my cock growing hard again
He put his arms around my waist and pulled me close. He licked the cut on my lip, then devoured my mouth, sadistically crushing and biting the wound he'd caused. He pulled my hair painfully, then dragged his nails across my skin, drawing blood, I had no doubt. He pressed his crotch against my thigh, thrusting his growing erection against me.
"Lay down on your back and hang your head over the side," he ordered.
I looked at that beautiful face again and did as I was told. The edge of the table bit into the back of my neck, but I hung my head over and waited for his cock.
He unzipped his trousers, but kept them buttoned at the top. I wanted to see his body. I had seen Billy in the buff on a few occasions--we even showered together once, for time's sake only. But Doppelganger Billy kept his clothes on while I lay naked and exposed.
He stroked himself a few times then slapped it against my cheek. Before I could ask for it, he shoved it in my mouth. On the second thrust he shoved it in all the way up to his balls almost choking me. He moaned and laughed, calling me his pretty bitch. I tried to forget the pain in my neck as he pounded my mouth by taking my own cock in hand. He leaned over me, making it even harder for me to breathe and grabbed my wrists. "You'll come when I say so."
He held my wrists tightly, bruising my flesh, pistoning his cock in and out of my mouth until I was sure I'd die of suffocation. Finally, he came down my throat. I choked on the thick, salty fluid. I tried to cough, but he shoved his cock even deeper. I felt lightheaded and was afraid I'd pass out and choke on my own vomit. He withdrew just in time. I turned over and wretched on the floor. He cuffed me again, across my cheek this time, and I immediately felt the skin below my right eye swelling. Shit, I thought, anywhere but the face. I had filming in three days.
He threw a dishrag on the table and I knew he expected me to clean up my mess. I had never been so humiliated in my life, I felt my anger rising, but then I gazed at his face and it faded. How could I mar that beauty?
I wiped up my sick and stuck my arse in the air as he ordered. He rubbed his hand against the cleft of my arse, then shoved a finger, then two inside. I yelped, but I wanted his cock inside me no matter how badly it hurt me.
As soon as I finished cleaning the floor, I took a chance and faced him. I stroked his cheek gently and was grateful when he leaned into my touch. I shivered when he fixed his gaze on me. He put his hand on the back of my head again and kissed me violently, pressing his thumb into my swollen cheek. I managed to unbutton his coat and slide it off his shoulders, careful to throw it over a chair. Next I pulled his shirt free of his trousers and finally was rewarded with the feel of his slight, but hard chest against my hands. "You're beautiful," I said in that deep throaty whisper that had gotten me into the beds of more the a few young women.
He finally took off his trousers and boxers. I took a moment to mentally compare this Billy with my Billy. They were so alike, except that there was a softness, a gentleness about the real Billy that this man lacked.
As if to prove my assessment of him, he snarled in delight, then flipped me around pressing me hard against the edge of the table. I heard the tearing of paper and realized he was putting a condom on.
"Can't be too careful, Dommie. Don't know who you've been fucking."
I felt him smear something slick against my arsehole, then the head of his cock probed my opening. I tried to relax, but I couldn't help but tense up. I screamed when he finally entered me, not gently and slowly like I had imagined my Billy would, but cruelly ripping me open just for the sake of causing me pain. I started to cry softly as he pumped my arse relentlessly.
Then he pushed my head down into the felt top and really pounded me. The pain was so bad at first I thought I'd pass out, but then suddenly I felt his cock rubbing against my prostate and felt myself go hard again. I reached for my own cock, but he grabbed my wrist again. I started to buck against him when he took my cock in his hand and started stroking it. His thrusts became more violent and he clutched my cock tightly. He let out a guttural cry and I could feel his hot come fill my arse
"Ah, fuck, Billy!" I cried, then came all over the pool table. I feared another blow, but the Doppelganger spun me around and kissed me instead. I melted into his embrace wanting nothing more than to curl up next to him and fall asleep, but he had other plans for me.
With surprising strength, he made me sit on the table and pushed me onto my back. Amazingly, his cock was already hard again. He spread my legs and entered me, pounding my arse again…
After the third fuck, I couldn't think anymore. I vaguely realized there was blood mixed with semen coming from my arse, but I was mostly numb. After he'd come a forth time, he staggered back and wiped his cock on my shirt. He got dressed as I lay panting on the pool table. Every muscle in my body ached and I could barely turn over onto my side. Finally, he threw my clothes on the table next to me. "Get dressed, bitch. We're done here." With that he left me.
I was grateful my mind was as numb as my body. I had no desire to think about what I'd let him do to me. As soon as I managed to dress, one of the Loanshark's associates entered the room. I was momentarily gripped with fear, wondering what he had planned for me.
He just regarded me with a look of mild disgust. "I'm supposed to drive you back to your hotel." He handed me my hotel key card. I searched my pockets for my mobile and wallet and found them gone.
End of Part One
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Poor Dommie, hope there's a happy ending for him.
God, I love the loanshark!!
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LOVE your icon, BTW. LMFAO!
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I did write a Shark/OFC story that did show a little humanity and chance for redemption in him, but I felt it was a wee bit dishonest even though he was still a bastard at the end of it. Sorry for rambling...:)
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