Ryan’s pace quickened, his long and deep thrusts becoming more urgent and frenzied as he drove into her with abandon. “It hurt so much. The shower was once again filled with the sounds of sex, the wet, slurping noise of the lube and the sound of Ryan’s pleasure a stark reminder of her situation. As she began to move up and down on his cock, she felt herself slipping into a familiar routine, a mechanical performance designed to please him, to bring him to climax as quickly as possible. The pain was still there, but it was no longer the searing, overwhelming sensation it had been before. “Oh god, please don’t do that,” she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. On the other hand, she was still being taken, still being penetrated, still being subjected to an act that should have been violent and traumatic.
