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Deconstruction	By : livingdeadgirl Category: WWF/WWE > General Views: 6578 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Lita couldn't believe she had agreed to this. She shivered as she walked down to Kane's motel room. The night was dreary; not a star in the sky and the wind kept blowing carelessly. It wasn't really cold at all, it was actually kind of muggy, but she had still worn a thigh length black knit hoodie over her normal spaghetti strap top and cargo pants, her sneakers squeaking on the wet pavement of the sidewalk.
It had been raining terribly earlier and by the rolling sound she heard far off, she knew it was going to again. Every now and then there was lazy flashes of heat lightening between clouds. How fitting, her thoughts muttered miserably as orange motel door after orange motel door flashed out of the corner of her right eye. She quickened her pace, head down, hearing the constant hum of electric bulbs above her head.
She chewed on her lower lip, thinking of what she was agreeing to. But she had to do it - for Matt. She loved him so much…she could still see the steel chair around his neck, she could still remember the insane look in Kane's eyes…if she hadn't come out and agreed when she had, she knew Kane would have killed Matt. He would have killed him! She couldn't allow that to happen, she just couldn't…so she'd given in. For his sake, to save his life.
But it was going to cost her.
Her skin kept pricking in revulsion as her mind rolled the motel room number over and over in her mind. She finally directed her vision to one of the orange doors. Tacked to the center of it were grimy gold numbers and letters. Room B12 - nope, not there yet. He was in room B6.
Again, her thoughts glowered, fitting. Add two more sixes on top of the first and the room suits him to a 'T'.
She continued her walk, arms folded tightly around herself, as if trying to offer a comforting hug. She kept trying to prepare herself for what was to come. It was going to be like a rape - she just knew it. He'd be a complete Neanderthal - he'd tug her hair, bite her, scratch her…she'd probably end up with bruises all over.
But she knew she couldn't fight him - that would just make him angry. She hoped he didn't expect her to reciprocate. She couldn't bear the thought of being a willing part to it. She was hoping he'd just let her lie there and he'd do his thing - she could let her mind float some where else, to something more pleasant - flower filled fields, blue skies…maybe she could even pretend it was Matt, but that just made her feel worse.
But she knew he probably would want her to be an active participant; he'd probably want her to say terrible, vulgar things. She could see it now - him above her, sweating and heavy, deep inside her body, burning her alive and that ugly mug looking her over - those terrible eyes and his voice, guttural, "Tell me you're a dirty whore. Say you want it harder, deeper…"
Lita's breath hitched and she fought off the urge to cry. She couldn't cry, she knew that'd only make him angry too. She knew he wouldn't kill her - that would ruin his plans for the evening but he would hurt her…oh how he'd hurt her, humiliate her…
She all ready felt so ashamed, and it hadn't even happened yet.
She tried to steel herself - it was just sex. It was just her body. She could handle this. She suddenly noticed that the lights above her were no longer humming and that it was somehow darker…
She looked up and saw that several light bulbs along this hallway had burned out. She turned her head and saw Room B5…just one to go. Her legs felt like lead as she tugged herself in front of his door. The golden B6 looked absolutely hideous, old stains streaking the orange paint of the door.
She swallowed, her entire being trembling. Her mind flashed to her own room, where Matt slept peacefully, completely blissful in dreams, unaware of where Lita had gone. He was a sound sleeper - she knew she could do this and be back in the room without him ever knowing she had left, without him knowing a thing. She knew it would be better that way…
She raised up a hand to knock when suddenly the door squeaked open. It was dim inside, only one lamp on as Kane's gruff voice rang, "Come on in."
Lita's eyes shut tightly, fighting off hysteria as she made her feet work and went inside. Her entire body felt dead, her mind numb as she looked around. Surprisingly the room was normal - it wasn't all that messy. Sure, the TV had been knocked over and smashed but it looked as if it had been tidied up since then. A few pieces of furniture were also broken but they were stacked - almost neatly - into one corner of the room.
The bed - of course, was completely untouched. The covers and sheets had been turned down and the wooden headboard looked to be entirely intact. Her head turned slowly, feeling like a stone pestle grinding down into its mortar; he sat in the corner, next to a tiny table where a lamp rested. The corner was dark, making his face invisible, but she could almost swear she saw his one ice-cold blue eye glaring at her. His hand rested on the table near the lamp, the light illuminating it for her.
She felt her eyes focus on that hand - it was big, muscular - the fingers thick and rough, there was no gentleness to his hand. She saw it move, turn over as he waved to the bed, "Have a seat."
She couldn't stop a shudder from going through her but she made sure to end it quick as she sat upon the edge of the bed, her knees tight together, hands on either side, clutching to the material of the bed. Her head was tipped down and she noted the rug's topography as his gruff voice, sounding as if it was emerging from the very depths of Hell, grunted, "Here, drink this."
She ed hed her head, fear trickling through every vein in her body. Thankfully he was still shrouded in darkness but one of his hands had jutted forward, holding a tiny Styrofoam motel cup in his meaty grip. Knowing it would be unwise to refuse, she took the cup from him, peering inside. A brownish liquid met her gaze and she couldn't stop a questioning look frokingking her features, eyebrows knitting together, a notch forming between her eyes.
She heard his coarse laughter and had to suppress another shudder, "It's not poison, if that's what you're thinking. It'll help you relax."
Probably drugged, Lita thoughts whispered and oddly enough this comforted her. Maybe it was some strong, powerfully potent stuff. If she were going to have to have sex with him, if she was going to have to give her body away, it would certainly be more bearable under the influence of a date-rape like drug.
After all, for the most part this was rape - sure, she was allowing it to happen, but she didn't really want to do this, and therefore it was nonconsensual - it was rape…rape…
She raised the cup to her lips and took a tentative sip. The drink was crisp and cool, easing her parched throat. It kindled a warm fire when it reached her belly and she realized it was some pretty fine whisky. She wondered, if it was drugged, how long it would take to kick in.
If it wasn't drugged, at least the alcohol would be something of an aid. She took the rest quickly and she heard Kane's chair squeak as if he was sitting up quickly, his voice an angry sneer, "Not so fast! Don't want you to get sick!"
Lita choked slightly in her efforts to slow down, but managed it, resorting back to sips, Kane's chair squeaked again as he eased back into sitting. She was thankful that he had remained in the darkness thus far - she knew if she had walked straight in to see him towering over her, to see his monstrous face glowering down at her smugly she wouldn't have been able to bear it - she would have gone straight into hysterics - crying and pleading…
But she was proud of herself thus far for behaving so well. For being brave in the face of something so terrible. She would not beg, she would not plead…she would not resort to being some simpering damsel in distress. She would take this like a strong woman.
As if reading her thoughts, Kane's horrible cackle sounded again; "Do you ever wonder why I chose you?"
Lita had been pondering that since the moment this had all began. Why was she so special to him? Why had he chosen her to terrorize? Tockmackmail to this…to this…
There were other candidates - better candidates. Trish, Stacy, hell, even Torrie Wilson - beautiful, robust blondes. She recalled vaguely, back when he'd had the mask, back when he had been trying to act good, he had had a thing for Terri. Wouldn't it make more sense for him to be attracted to one of those girls? To a blonde?
She was despisedh hoh how base she could think - to wish this fate upon some other girl - but she couldn't help it. She didn't want this; she didn't want it…
Tears threatened again and once more her head lowered, red strands of hair falling in front of her face, clinging to her skin when she heard his voice again, "I asked you a question. Do you want to know why I chose you?"
She gave a short bob of her head, eyes closed.
Another hideous laugh, "Because you're durable."
The chair squeaked so loudly now that she knew he had risen from the chair. Her heart began thumping loudly in her ears, her throat thick with terror as she realized he was coming over to her. The bed bent considerably under his weight and she could feel the vast amounts of heat coming off of him - bathing her, burning her…
She screwed her eyes even more tightly shut as his hand rose up and took a few strands of her hair, twisting them between his blunt fingers, his voice near her ear, "You're strong, you're tough. The other girls - they'd break like glass. But not you - I've seen you…been watching you a long tilonglonger than you'd think…in the cage, jumping off ladders, the turnbuckle - sacrificing your body, just like I bet you think you're gonna do now, hmm? Took chair shots from Austin…took a helluva a lot from everyone, but you survived. I like that, Lita. I admire it. I'm a survivor too - survived a fire, survived hell…and well," his fingers released her hair and then his whole palm caressed her scalp, as if petting her, "I have always had a thing for red…"
The Big Red Machine, Lita felt as if she was going to vomit. She could only imagine what 'The Machine' was going to do to her now. But what was even worse, what was really sick - was his hand on her. Because, while it revolted her, it wasn't…she had expected pain…she had expected violence...she had expected him to hurt her, to be rough and gruff and quick about it…
But he petted her now so gracefully, so gently…
Her spine tingled from the anticipation. Why wasn't he just getting it over with? Why wasn't hrowhrowing her down on the bed and rutting the hell out of her? She would have preferred that to this - be quick, be violent, take my body and toss me aside, don't do this…don't do this…
But he continued to gently (who would have thought he was possible of gentleness?) brush her hair. He was drawing himself closer and her nostrils flared, smelling ashes, sweat and some strong, unnamable cologne that wasn't too unentirely pleasant. She could feel his breath whistling through her hair, washing over her ear hotly, "You didn't expect this, did you?"
No, she didn't - and that made this situation even more unbearable. She thought she had predicted every angle - every way he would come at her, every way he would do this. But she had not anticipated this approach.
He chuckled, his hand rising to the side of her hair parting strands until her ear was fully exposed, his mouth mere inches away, his lips practically caressing the shell as he spoke, "I don't want to rape you, Lita. I know that's what you thought - but that'd be too easy. I do have an itch I need to scratch, and you're going to do a helluva job for me…but you're not going to be taken by force. I'm gonna make you want this, what's more, I'm gonna make you love it."
Lita's mouth dropped open a little as she fought back the words: Yeah, right! There was no way she was going to enjoy this - no way she was going to have a good time. The only thing keeping her from doing it and right afterwards going off to immediately scream rape was that then Matt would find out she had come to Kane willingly in the first place - not to mention that her boyfriend would then probably do something foolish and recs trs trying to avenge her honor - that was, of course, after he dumped her, so really it'd be his own pride and honor he was protecting…
Her mind was still reeling from what he had just said. Make her loves - s - it made her want to laugh, Kane was not smooth, he was not sensual - he was, as he'd pointed out, a Big Red Machine. He had no sexiness about him, no class - he was not clever enough, not slick enough to possibly make her love this…
Maybe since this was what he wanted though, she should pretend - just go along with it. Then it would be over quicker, sooner.
Swallowing convulsively she dropped the cup she'd been unknowingly squeezin one one fist and opened her hazel eyes. She was momentarily shocked by how close he was - by his appearance. The dim lights cast off his pale, bald head and his colorless lips were pulled into a sardonic expression. His two different colored eyes - one brown and dark as the pits of hell and the other, white ice blue and searing - looked at her with a horrifyingly thoughtful expression.
Her lips formed a tight line as she turned to face him on the bed, gripped by determination as she shot forward and pressed her mouth to his. Kissing him stiffly. He eased her off of him, strong hands gripping her arms tightly, a laugh rumbling out of the massive center of him, "Oh no, no…you're not going to make this quick and easy. And we're not going to start off that way. I'm not kissing you and you're not kissing me, not 'till you want to."
Lita almost let out a cry of despair. This was what he wanted, wasn't?! Why did he have to play these games with her? Becaus wan wanted to torture her, of course. But who would have thought he'd be so cunning about it? Who would have thought he'd find a way to cut her so deep…
This form of torture was unbearable - she didn't want to take her time. She didn't want to go thorough the rigorous process of acting this out, of pretending she liked this. But she knew she had to, had to steel herself and make him believe - the sooner the better. She could get through this fast if she just went about it the right way.
She trio reo relax her face and look enticing as she finally spoke, her voice more husky than she would have thought, "I - I'm not trying to speed this up. I - I wanted to kiss you."
She wondered if her voice sounded like this because of her fear or because she hadn't spoken in so long but any thoughts about it were stifled as he yet again laughed, voice dripping with disbelief as he released her, "Nice try, but I'm not buying it. We'll go about this my way for now, until you get used to the idea…until you want it. And trust mell kll know when you want it."
He spoke with a finality she couldn't comprehend. He sounded so serious…like he would know! She couldn't believe him - he couldn't possibly know 'when she wanted it'. He knew nothing about her and what's more he wasn't an expert. Hell, for all she knew this was his first time even having. Sh. She could believe that.
But then maybe he had actually gotten farther with Terri than she had thought…and then there was Tori…and maybe a couple of prostitutes he'd paid and hired…
Shit, in most ways that's what she was. Except she wasn't getting paid. She could see various prostitutes taking his money and swallowing their disgust and - and going through with it…
The idea of pleasuring him, the nasty images that rolled through her imagination made her want to vomit again. Instead she tried to think of another tactic - maybe if she just went straight to the heart of the matter…
Her palm began to sweat as she reached out a hand, prepared to touch his chest and let her fingers float down lower, prepared to take a handful of him, right between his legs no matter how much it disgusted her…
But he snatched up her wrist, grip tight enough to be uncomfortable but loose enough to not cause any real , he, he seemed really amused by her actions, voice holding that twisted, humorous tone, "Uh-huh-uh, what did I just say? We're taking this nice and slow. No need to rush. No reason to go straight for that…"
Lita couldn't keep a frustrated sound from escaping her throat this time: what did he want from her then? How were they supposed to take it slow? Once more, he seemed to read her mind as he released her wrist and both his meaty hands drifted near her waist, not really touching, but somehow managing to make her skin tingle as if they were.
He moved them slightly forward,icaticating she scoot closer, "Come here."
She did so obediently, until she was practically on top of his lap. His hands took hold of her hips then and completed that task. He positioned her carefully, her back leaning against his bare chest, her legs tangled with his. She noted vaguely that he was shirtless and only wearing his wrestling uniform - she had begun to doubt he wore anything else as she was jostled left to right, until he was spooned around her quite snugly.
She was grateful not to feel anything poking her from behind, positive that if she felt any sort of evidentiary arousal from him against her flesh she truly would be unable to keep herself from vomiting. His chest against her back was all ready pretty nauseating. She could feel him breathe, could practically feel his skin even though clothing protected her back from his naked flesh.
They rested this way but a moment, when his hands began to pet her hair again in that slow, languid er. er. Stroking her like a cat. She wondered if he was doing this to calm her nerves or if he really liked it or something: maybe he had a hair fetish. It wasn't out of the realm of possibility - he was a freak in so many other ways - why wouldn't he…
But as he continued to casually stroke her scalp she found her thoughts harder and harder to hold on to. This wasn't too bad actually. She couldn't see his face, and after a while it even became slightly soothing. It dragged on for several minutes - maybe this was all he planned to do all night. That absurd idea caused a bubble of bitter laughter to bottle inside her lungs as she drew in a shaky breath, her eyelids growing heavy.
The warm, whisky fire in her belly continued to glow and she was thankful now that she had taken the drink from him, t cet certainly took the edge of this moment off. Though his hands were doing a nice enough job of that all ready.
His fingers suddenly changed their course, divulging into her hair and then parting the thick, heavy strands - parting her hair down the center so that the back of her neck was revealed. She seemed to notice then how stifling the room was. Kane certainly was not the kind to use an air conditioner, probably used to the fire and heat of he fla flames.
The moment her hair was pushed back she realized how damp with perspiration it had become, how refreshing it felt to have the back of her neck bared to the air - even if it was warm. Then his breath was over the nape of her neck and she shivered - but this time, not in revolution. The air whooshing over her sweat encased skin felt surprisingly good and then she realized his mouth was close.
She could hear his rasping breaths closer and closer, until finally his lips met her flesh as he kissed the notch where the top of her spine rested. His lips were strangely moist - when she had kissed him earlier they had not felt this way at all. Those same lips hovered for a moment, then soared upwards. She could feel his nose tap the back of her skull, could feel his chest expand as he breathed in the scent of her and then another wet kiss was placed on the wispy hairs at the nape of her neck.
Meanwhile his thus far unmoving hands rose, his fingertips beginning to brush up and down the length of her arms - bearly grazing her. His lips moved over her neck again and again, resting every now and then to drop a kiss, his fingers continuing their caressing dance up and down her arms. Lita's whole body felt full of bubbles, every nerve ending spasming with some feeling she couldn't describe.
She was torn between wanting him to stop and wanting him to continue. Her eyes were still shut and now for some reason she was beginning to find her breathing labored. Once more she wanted to scream at him, to rage - why was he doing this to her? Why couldn't they just get it over with? Why did he have to be so…
Lita wouldn't have thought him capable of what he was doing now and it seemed so insane - so uncharacteristic that she began to hope that maybe she could imagine this was Matt doing this to her when she heard his crushed gravel in her ear, "Is this how it is with Matt, Lita? When you do it with him - is it like this, nice and slow? Or is it like how you wanted it earlier? Quick, fast - you kiss him, grab his dick and just try to get it over with?"
She gulped, feel her stomach twist in knots - fury and, oddly, confusion, gripped her and what was worse, he still hadn't stopped touching her. His fingertips were still continuing their trek up and down and his lips gave her yet another kiss, this time right at the juncture where her neck met her shoulder.
And then the most dreadful thing happened - she felt her breasts tingle and knew her nipples were growing hard. Oh god - her body was responding to this?! She suddenly felt humiliation and shame wash through her, choking her. How could her body betray her like this?! She couldn't just make up an excuse - say it was cold or that it was just nerves. Had it just been nerves, this would have happened long before now.
But the sensation of his fingers on her arms, of his mouth dropping tiny, damp kisses here and there was really affecting her - no, not her, not her mind - not her heart, just her treacherous body. She had said he could have her body - but not the rest of her. She had all ready thought of this, prepared and comforted herself for it but she was still wounded by the truth that her body could betray her so.
He suddenly drew away and she felt her eyes flutter open as she tried to turn and look at him, confused. Lita could see he was smirking as the bed shifted noisily beneath his big body as he rose and stood next to it, away from her.
"Take your coat off."
Lita blinked, stunned, but did as Kane bade her, removing her hoodie and tossing it aside. She sat up straight, unaware until now that she had been bowing inward under his ministrations - her traitorous body responding to him by drawing closer, by trying to get more from him. Again she felt her stomach twist inside.
She looked up at him now, eyes full of questions. His face was shadowed by the room's dim lights, "Lie down on the bed on your stomach."
Lita bearly leashed a whimper as she once again did as he asked, resting flat on the hard bed, her arms winding around the pillow, clutching it closer to her for comfort, her face half buried in it. Kane resumed sitting on the bed and once more the mattress squelched under his considerable weight. His thick fingers found her back and she expected him to jab and poke at her - thinking he obviously had some bizarre massage in mind.
She was right on one account, but not the other - Kane's fingers were far from clumsy despite their size and appearance - they neither jabbed nor poked but instead worked diligently over her muscles. They somehow managed to bluntly find each knot under her skin and work at it - unraveling them one at a time until Lita felt as if all her limbs were jelly.
Then his hands soared over the spread of her back - trailing along her spine, her shoulder blades and then to the small of her back and then up again. She felt the heat of his palm brush over her behind only once but rather briefly - as if just to explore and then continue with her back some more. He eventually moved to her legs, working over the backs of her knees and thighs, her calves but still her behind burned from his earlier touch - feeling neglected, wanting more…
She squeezed tighter to the pillow and two hot tears managed to escape out as her breasts tingled again. She may have known her body might do this to her but not so vehemently - as if it were actually enjoying this…enjoying what he was doing and wanting more…
And it was true that her throat felt tight with restrained noise. Every now and then, when his hands moved this way or that, or his fingers found this spot or hit this area just right she had fight off the desire to moan. And not in pain, not in frustration, not even in disbelief…but in pleasure.
She wouldn't give him this satisfaction - she wouldn't let him think that he could make her feel the way he boasted he could. She would never ever want this! Maybe her body thought it could, but not her! She felt him removed her shoes and socks, the air offering the same relief to this exposure as it had to her neck earlier when her hair had been pushed about.
He eased forward and she could tell he was lying to one side of her, perhaps on his side. She cold feel the bed bend beneath him once more, feel the mattress trying to ease her down towards him. Her throat constricted again, but this time in fear. They were getting closer to why she had came - they had to be! Otherwise why would he be laying down…
And thus far they had been taking it slow - maybe now at last he had had his fill of her, abated whatever need he had to touch her in a pretty manner and he would get down to business, he would get this over with instead of dragging it out…
"Roll over."
Finally! She prepared herself to see him up close, prepared herself to this moment as she roll onto her back. He had indeed lain down fully to one side of her; his massive head propped up on one arm so he could gaze down at her. He was still as hideous as she remembered - his ugly face peering down at her, but he looked less smug now. Instead he once more looked horrifyingly thoughtful, "I want you to see me when I do this, Lita. I want you to see my face. I want you to remember that its me you're with - not Matt, not anyone else - me."
A tiny squeak came out at these words, another hot teardrop managing to ease its way out of the corner of one eye. His hand reached out and one fingertip caught the tear, he drew it to his mouth and sucked it off quickly, his eyes glowing with some mad intensity, "I taste your fear, Lita. But you know what else I taste…your guilt. You're starting to want this - aren't you?"
NO! Her thoughts screeched with such vehemence, her eyes screwing up painfully, face contorted with grief. Again she wanted to fight him but she knew she couldn't - knew she had to just follow along. This was for Matt - all for Matt - she loved him so much, she needed to protect him, to save him…
She was willing to make this ultimate sacrifice for him, no matter how much it was killing her. She just had to let Kane have his way, let him do what he wanted so it'd all be over - soon, soon, it had to all be over soon…
Kane sighed and trailed a hand over her collarbone and then very lightly over her breasts, passing the mounds as if they bored him, down to her belly where it rested a moment before being to trail a tight circle around her belly button, the trek expanding, the circle growing wider and wider.
Her breasts were outraged, demanding attention and she hated them for it. If he was waiting for him to ask her to let him molest her he had better not be holding his breath. She swore she wouldn't, swore not to give in…
But if this was what he wanted, or what he was waiting for, Kane gave no indication of it. Instead he burrowed in close to her neck. His mouth finding some skin there to kiss. God - why did he just keep kissing her? Why wouldn't he lick -
Mortification tore through her system, filling her with ice water. Not her mind too! How could she think something like that! Maybe she had finally lost her mind. Or maybe she was confusing him with Matt. She didn't want this man - she couldn't want him to do something like that to her unless she did, right? Maybe her body did…her mind was in her body, maybe it was like a contamination - spreading everywhere throughout her -
No, no - she had to keep a reign on her mind. If she lost that she'd only have her heart and soul left and what if they were infected with this plague too? Oh god, she really was losing her mind…
So this was his goal - to drive her insane. She felt as if she were outside her body and as she looked at his actions, his plan, she had to admit, it was good. Better than she would have thought capable of his intelligence - for him to be so devious. He really was doing a good job - if this was his goal.
She felt tortured.
She felt insane.
And worst of all, she felt desire.
Suddenly, as if possessed, she sat up and stripped her spaghetti strap top over her head. Tossing it aside as if it were on fire. She fell back upon the mattress, her skin gleaming with a sheen of sweat, her bra the only thing protecting her naked chest from his. She realized rapidly that her chest was rising and falling in an erratic matter - her breathing off track, jittery.
Her heart was pounding madly in her ribcage as her head turned to one side and her hazel eyes looked at him openly. A flicker of surprise passed over his features and then was gone again, replaced with the same mask as before as his hands rose upwards and his fingers trailed over the newly uncovered skin.
Kane's fingers traced around the edges of her black lace bra, over it, but never, ever did they divulge beneath, never did they seem to indicate that they were going to reach around her back and undo the clasp holding her inside. He seemed completely content to do this all night.
Lita was incensed - he had said they would do it his way for now. How could this be his way?! He was supposed to be frantic - mad with the need to consume her - to fuck her. And instead he seemed to be going about it like a toed down 13-year-old-kid who'd never done this with a girl before. She had thought him to be a virgin at one point but now she knew that couldn't be the truth.
He had to know how crazy he was driving her…
She let out a ferocious grunt of annoyance, "Just do it all ready…"
"Do what all ready?"
"Goddammit - take my bra off," Lita cursed, eyes squeezing shut, "Take it off, play with my breasts - do whatever you want but just hurry up! You know you want to, I know you want to -"
"The question is, do you want to?" He interrupted, voice hard-edged.
Lita couldn't contain herself anymore, hissing, "Fuck, let's just get on with it! All right! I said 'yes' to this, remember? I've given you what you wanted - you have free permission to do whatever the hell you want with me - but don't expect me to play along with you and pretend I like it…"
As soon as the words left her mouth cold fear stabbed her heart - what was she doing?! All she had to do was keep her mouth shut and do what he wanted and she had to go off and be rash - speak her mind. If she made him angry he could hurt her, he could drag this on even longer or worse - he could change his mind and discard her, hurt Matt…
But surprisingly he laughed, looking very pleased, "Finally! I was starting to worry that when you broke your neck, you're spine went with it. Another reason I had to have you - you've got spirit, redheads are supposed to be fiery, good to see its true, that'll make this all the more sweet."
Her eyes popped open, look incredulous, "Is that you're intention then? To break me?!"
"Oh no, you'll do that all by yourself," Kane promised, his ugly face blossoming with dark promise as his hands reached beneath her back, finding the clasp of her bra, "Tell you what - we'll make a deal. I'll take this off," he unclasped her bra and drew it aside, tossing it away.
She felt the air brush her bare chest and her cheeks darkened against her will. She expected his eyes to immediately fixate there, to grow wild with hunger - mayor hor him to even stupidly drool a little. But his eyes never wandered from her own - one brown eye and one blue eye locked firmly with her matching hazel set as he continued speaking, "But I'm still going to do things my way. If want anything, you let me know. Fair."
The last word was not a question, but more of a verdict as he finally drew his gaze from hers, settling them on her naked breasts. She leaned her head back on the pillow, focusing on the ceiling as opposed to him and what was happening. She couldn't believe she was here, couldn't believe this was happening…
The soft, sensitive sides of her breasts felt the heat of his hands far before they ever felt the skin themselves. His palms brushed the sides lightly, testingly and she could feel the calluses on his hands. Naturally they were rough, much more so than Matt. Another thing she had imagined but when it was actually happening, when she actually felt it…
She kept looking at the ceiling, trying to ignore the fire that swirled right beneath his hands as he touched her breasts. If you could even call it touching. She expected at any moment he'd crack - he's start grabbing and squeezing, clutching and fondling. He'd pluck clumsily at her nipples and maybe grow bold enough to slobber on the a bit but them more she waited, the more it seemed he was satisfied to continue what he was doing now…
How could someone like this, who had no restraint in the ring, have the patience of a saint in the bedroom?! He had to be hard-up for this, he had to be as crazy as she felt…
He couldn't be a considerate lover. She knew that. Hell, he couldn't be a lover at all - he was an animal. He wasn't the type to focus all his attention on a woman's pleasure. He was supposed to gratify his own needs and move on. Why was he so desperate to play this role? What was going on in that twisted skull of his?
The back of his knuckles caressed the underside of one breast and she had to struggle not to shiver. Her eyes darted from side to side as she tried to think. Okay, she had said she wasn't going to play along anymore and thus far any acting she had attempted to hurry this up had failed - but there couldn't be any harm in trying one more time…he needed to believe she wanted this, he need to believe it or they would be here all night…
She tried to make herself believe that she could actually want this.
The back of his knuckles moved again, slowly…so slowly…
Taking a breath she felt another tear, disgust at what she was about to do striking through her. God forgive me…
"More."
"What." His voice was stiff, dead.
"More." She breathed louder, a huskiness in her timbre that she vehemently ignored.
"Say it."
"What?"
"Say you want it."
Oh god. "More…I…I want more."
"More what?"
God…
"I want more of you…touching me," she bit her bottom lip, another shameful tear breaing out, "Please."
A black chuckle came as his palms finally closed over her breasts fully. Lita's eyes sealed shut and she knew she wasn't going to cry anymore, which was good, as Kane apparently wanted her 'fiery'. Besides, she wasn't going to waste tears on this now…it would all be over if she just kept saying these lies - she didn't have to mean them…
But her stomach felt cold, like something inside her was sinking. She hadn't been able too fool him before and, what? Now she could? She some how doubted her acting skills had magically improved in the last five minutes. Was it possible she was actually wanting…
No, she couldn't for a second believe that or she'd shatter.
His palms had yet to squeeze or turn violent, despite her ever constant belief that eventually they would. Instead they tenderly shaped and cupped the fullness, but only for mere minutes before he released them. Instead his fingertips began to swirl bot both the areolas of her nipples, never touching the aching centers. Lita felt the length of her legs twitching and she found it hard not to writhe under his ministrations.
Her throat throbbed from all the sounds she'd been holding back and while all her tears were gone, she had the feeling she was going to sob. She couldn't do this anymore, she couldn't keep holding back and resisting. She assured herself this was all acting, that this was part of her plan to truly have her way and get this all over with, that this is what she'd been fighting for since the beginning of this whole mess…
She felt herself cracking as a squeak worked its way up and out of her mouth.
Then it was like a dam inside her burst violently, a full throttle moan leaping forth, "Please…"
"What?"
"More, more…" she sobbed, her head moving from side to side in disbelief at her own words. She had never felt more out of her body and she knew for certain now that she had lost her mind. She was no longer Lita. Lita would have never asked for this…

She didn't know who she was now - all she knew was that she had to relieve this pressure inside…
Kane's fingers took control but were still not violent - instead they simply increased their strength just so. He rolled both of her nipples between his fingertips and she let out a tiny cry of completion. But still it wasn't enough and somehow he seemed to know it - his mouth placing a kiss under her chin, along the column of her neck and down again to the juncture where her neck met her shoulder…but this time his mouth opened and she felt the wet slickness of his tongue.
A sharp mewl left her and deep inside, an echo of sanity swept through her, telling her she had never made a sound like that before in her entire life. But just as quickly as the thought rose she squashed it. She couldn't think now, she couldn't analyze. Her mind was gone now - awash with her body under this disease he had caused - but she still had her heart and soul, he could not have those - she may have given in on her body and now her mind but he would have no more of her - he would not break her - at least not completely…
His plan would fail, he would fail…
His mouth trailed wetly down until it reached her breasts and he looked up at her. She no longer could see his homely face - her vision glazed. All she saw were his eyes and she could only nod, but still he waited and she knew what he wanted. She surrendered again, "Please…I want you to…"
He didn't make her say it and somehow that kindness hurt her more than anything thus far as he took her breast into his mouth. He tasted one and then the other, once more taking his time and her hands somehow had latched onto his back, digging in piercingly. Vaguely she hoped it caused him pain…
Maybe it did, because his teeth nicked down on one of her nipples. Not enough to be a vicious bite - but enough for her to feel it -
And that feeling shot straight to the center between her thighs, making her hips rock up against his. Her eyes rolled in her head and she whimpered. Oh god - what was she doing?
He merely grunted mutely - how could this not be affecting him?
Had she even felt his arousal when she'd jutted up into him just now? Her brains were mush - she didn't know…all she knew was that her whoody ody was humming…
His fingers had skimmed down her waist to the where her cargo pants began and he started to remove the cumbersome material. His mouth left her breasts and now his voice was in her ear, "Help me."
And god forgive her again, she did. Her hips rose and her hands left his back to push down all the material, to strip everything away, until she was entirely naked beneath his massive form. Somewhere in the frenzy of activity his body had covered her own. She remembered thinking that it would be sweltering, that his weight would crush her, that it would be intolerable.
Instead he seemed to fit. A perfect cover…
She couldn't think now, she couldn't analyze…
She reached for his pants but he batted her hands away, "No. Not yet."
A bereaved moan left her and he gloated once more, "We're still doing this my way. Though I have enjoyed your participation…nice touch…"
Nice touch? Did he know she had been faking? Had she been faking? She didn't know anymore. She hadn't thought about taking her pants off, she hadn't thought about how she was now wriggling beneath him wantonly, or even about how she had just now attempted to get his pants off as if in a cloud of heady passion. All she'd been thinking about was the pressure inside. She had thought letting him have a few liberties would take it away but instead it was growing.

>Jes>Jesus, there wasn't even supposed to be any pressure!
His hands slid down to run over the tops of her thighs, her knees and lower, then up to clasp around her hips, squeezing delicately. He had wanted someone durable - someone who wouldn't break like glass. He wanted someone like that so he could have the satisfaction of breaking them and now here he was treating her far too carefully.
She rocked her hips in his grip, noting at least that his palms had broken out in a sweat, "Come on…"
"Lita, look at me."
Her eyes met his and her vision cleared. She saw his face but it no longer terrified her. She couldn't think about that now, she couldn't analyze it. He looked at her with such intensity she felt her core quake, "I'm still doing this my way."
His arms hoisted around her and he buried his face in her hair, voice a soft velvet promise against her eardrum, "But I'm going to make you peak. Again. And Again. And Again. You're going to fall apart in my arms - you're going to go over the edge because of me. No one else. Understand?"
She shivered and nodded.
Smoky laughter and then he drew back, his hand dancing up her soft inner thighs. She swallowed convulsively as his hand drew closer to her moist heat and then, at last, his touch was there and she felt as if she would explode. But not yet, he traced the silky inner folds and then one finger drove inside.
Her throat tore open with noise.
The finger withdrew then plunged in again and then again, picking up speed, and then there was a second, a third…stretching, filling…
Her trembling was out of control, and then his thumb sought out and circled the nub where all the sensations had been flooding. He caressed it languidly.
Her hips jolted up and her entire body lit up like a Christmas tree as she came. Her fingers had found his shoulders, her nails biting down deep as she responded to the thrust of his fingers, to the movement of his hand against her and then, to her amazement, she felt something building in her again…
No, no - this was not possible…this had never happened to her before…he had merely been boasting before about - he couldn't - she'd only read in magazines about…
She crested a second time.
Her voice was sobbing over and over as the lights in her limbs grew brighter in force. And still he kept on with his fingers until she felt she would either explode for an impossible third time or die. Pleasure had enveloped her completely and she realized she wanted more…
But she was too far gone to be horrified. All she knew was what she wanted and she could dimly hear her voice asking for it. Oh god, begging…
And nothing but laughter answered her, as well as her name purred repeatedly in a soothing tone. He released her and she collapsed onto the cool sheets. She wondered when and how the blankets had gotten so bunched up - she wondered if her head would ever stop spinning…
She could see him remove the rest of his clothing. They were both nude now - this was it. What she had been waiting for…
She could finally see the evidence of his arousal and a stab of shock splashed over her. He was massive! True, his size and frame alone would have suggested…but then things like that could be misleading, now she knew for certain that that wasn't the case here…he would tear her apart if he…
But apparently she was wrong about his intentions. He didn't just drive into her. Instead he eased down and kissed her right between her breasts. Then he dotted another kiss below that, and then another and another until he created a trail to her bellybutton. Her stomach muscles quivered under the unexpected attention and he stopped to look up at her, "I tasted your fear, I tasted your guilt and now I'm going to taste your passion, your want - passion I put there, want I put there."
Lita's eyes widened, he couldn't possibly be thinking of…
She thought to struggle but was too dumbstruck by the idea of him actually going through with this to do anything but lie there in shock. He wouldn't do this. He couldn't. Not many men liked to…and he didn't even love her or want to give her anything and…oh if he did it, it would probably be horrible and gross and…
Mortification strangled her but still, she did nothing as he reached the goal she thought he'd never go for…
His tongue delved inside. Lita felt her whole body hitch. Again? She had been close to a third time before but she couldn't possibly…
She'd been tired seconds ago but now she felt wired again and once more his eyes met hers, that deceptive voice, "Has Matt ever done this for you before? Has it ever been this good with him?"
Matt? His name was foreign to her mindless body. And then Kane was there again, practically kissing…
She felt like she was on the hilt, knew her cries indicated as much and he drew away, much to her frustration, rising now above her. Sanity again made a flash - what about protection? Ever the mind reader, Kane said, "Know what you're thinking - but you're safe - don't lie. You couldn't be fucking Matt if you weren't. And I want to feel you. All of you. And you're going to feel me, deep inside of you. And you're going to remember the feeling forever."
Lita blinked. He was right - she was on the pill. And he was right. She would remember this forever.
He began to surge inside. He was so big, too much and pain was running right alongside ecstasy but they were so intermingled that she could only thrash wildly, her sounds no longer human. Once he was in her completely he didn't move. Instead he seemed to wait for her to adjust and what's more, drew her close…as if to offer consolation.
He hugged her. han hand running smoothly over her hair - petting again and then his face was buried in the crook of her neck…was he nuzzling? His nose parted her hair, his mouth kissed the side of her neck. Her lips had an insane moment of jealousy and then he drew back stealthily to only enter again.
"Lita…"
He groaned quietly…her name…
This filled her with a satisfaction she didn't want any part of…
He moved again, just as sluggishly, his fingertips cradled around her hips and sinking in as he moved her along with him, as if teaching her the movements, the rhythm. She began to answer his thrusts, a pant escaping.
They squirmed against one another futilely, the pace agonizingly slow and she felt a steady pulse rise within her. Again her throat was a full nest of noisy delight but what was different was now he was no longer silent. Pleasured growls escaped, as well as her name again in a ragged gasp and he caught her eye, "Say it now. Say you want this. That you want me."
She was powerless to resist.
"Yes!"
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, I want you…want this…want…" she felt as if she had no more air in her lungs to continue.
His strokes sped up and she felt closer, his face loomed over hers and it wasn't ugly at all anymore. His eyes were mesmerizing, "Look at me. Look at my face, Lita. Remember who you're with…"
"Kane," she gasped. It was the first time she'd said his name this entire evening.
He visibly shuddered and for once, he averted his eyes. She had never gotten to him before - and now for the first time this evening she felt as if she had some power. She felt her hands leave his back and go to his face, cupping it, turning him to look at her. Their eyes met and she rose up, her lips meeting his.
She parted his mouth and her tongue dipped inside. She angled her head, her arms wrapping around his neck as his arms wrapped around her body and he returned her kiss fully, passionately. Their bodies began to move together in faster tandem, their lips caught in the same furious war.
Lita's eyes edged open and met his - the look soft…
He broke the kiss, his lips against hers as he moaned her name and came. She followed suit, breath bathing his mouth as another tremor rocked her form. They both felt sparks sizzling through them, between them and then they were floating down to the mattress - the room still blistering, the cotton sheets a cool blessing.
Her arms were still around his neck, her face pressed into his chest and still Lita could have sworn Kane cuddled - literally cuddled - her close. His lips pressed a kiss to the top of her forehead and she thought she heard a weary voice saying soothing words, comforting her to sleep…
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