Die For Me (The Consumed Series Book 2)

Hana

My heart dropped to my knees. He wanted to film us fucking and send it to Michael. That’s so fucking cruel.

“That’s awful, Jack,” I said quietly, staring up at his big, blue, mischievous eyes.

Jack grinned like I had complimented him. “Exactly. Now get up and get yourself dolled up. We’re making a porno.”

I didn’t hesitate to get up and go to the bathroom, but this time I didn’t close the door. Why bother? I rinsed my face before I looked in the mirror; I felt like I had aged years in these last twelve weeks. So much stress, so much heartbreak, so much trauma. I didn’t know how much more I could handle. Seeing Jack turn into his scary counterpart terrified me, and I had no idea what brought it on. He wanted to hurt me before he even knew of Michael potentially impregnating me. What the fuck was he going to do now that he knew?

I was slower than usual applying my mascara and matte-red lipstick. I fluffed my hair around and shrugged in the mirror. This would have to be enough for him.

I walked out to the living room to find Jack had set up each of our phones onto stands with ring lights behind them. He put one directly in front of the couch and another beside it. Had he been planning this? Was he saving this for the ultimate punishment?

Jack looked up at me and grinned. He looked like his sweet, usual self. How could I always forget how cruel he could be? Oh yeah, because looking at his gorgeous face made my pussy wet and made me forget all about scary Jack. His hard dick under his boxer briefs made my knees weak as he started to walk toward me.

“Stunning. Now get undressed,” he ordered gently.

I stripped off my leggings, panties, and thin, cotton shirt. Jack eyed me up and down with lust before he gave me another mischievous grin.

“This is going to be so fun, sweetheart.”

My heart fluttered. What the fuck was wrong with me? We were about to film a sex tape and send it to the other love of my life. This would absolutely ruin him, and here I was dripping wet.

“I want you to look in the camera and tell him this is for him,” Jack instructed, pointing at the phone in front of the couch.

I immediately tensed up, a lump in my throat. “I can’t.” I shook my head.

I knew he would get angry, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. Even if he forced me, I was still going to put up a fight.

Jack didn’t seem surprised.

“Yes, you can,” he snarled. “You fucked him, now I want you to show him how much you love fucking me.”

I didn’t move or respond. There was no way he could hurt me at that moment: I was potentially carrying his child. I wanted to test him and myself. My sweet Jack had to come through somehow.

“Hana. Either you say it, or I’ll go fucking chop his dick off right now,” he snapped, now standing only inches from my face.

Tears began streaming down my face.

“Please, Jack. I’ll do anything else. Please just don’t make me say that.” I could barely hear my own voice.

Jack eyed me like he was considering his options. My heart thumped in my chest. I wondered why I didn’t feel more scared. Maybe because I knew he was going to make me do something terrible, regardless of if I fought or not.

“Okay, sweetheart.” Jack smiled. “I have a better idea then.”

I was terrified, not because scary Jack was present…but because sweet Jack was as well.

“What is it?” My lip trembled as I spoke.

He smiled triumphantly. “You’ll see, love. Now get on your knees,” he ordered, still gentle.

I didn’t hesitate as I got to my knees. Jack took the phone that was beside the couch and rearranged the lights. He walked up to me and lowered his boxer briefs, and his thick, long erection sprung free in my face. Jack had my phone pointing down at me as I looked up at him.

“Open, Hana,” he ordered, grazing his thumb over my lip.

I opened my mouth wide before he shoved his cock in and immediately began thrusting quickly. Drool fell on my legs and tits. My pussy was practically dripping, the need for him to touch me overwhelming.

“Look up at me when my cock is in your mouth, love,” Jack moaned.

My eyes flashed up to him, his darkness starting to seep through again. He took one hand to the back of my head and pushed his cock further down my throat, making me gag and keeping it there while my eyes watered and even more drool dripped down my body.

Jack moaned loudly. “Can’t take this big cock all the way, can you sweetheart?”

I moaned as he started to face fuck me again. Suddenly, Jack let go of my head and wrapped his hand around my throat; I gasped for air, trying to catch my breath from him fucking my mouth and now his tight grip around my throat restricting my air flow.

“Open that pretty mouth,” he ordered.

My mouth flew wide open and Jack spit at me. His hot spit swarmed around my mouth and went down my throat.

“Who do you belong to, Hana?” His grip tightened.

“You,” I croaked out, almost unable to speak.

He squeezed tighter, and I was getting lightheaded, my eyes fluttering shut—then Jack let go quickly and chuckled as I gasped for air.

“Did you like that, sweetheart?” Jack asked, smiling down at me.

Endorphins rushed through me, all of my emotions bubbling up as hot tears streamed down my face.

“Yes.” I nodded, my breath hiccuping from the tears.

My nipples hardened and the wetness between my legs slid down my thigh. What the fuck was wrong with me? Jack almost choked me to death, and here I was more aroused than I had ever been.

Jack chuckled again. “You like being scared, don’t you, love?”

I realized what he was doing now: He was proving to Michael that I wanted all of this, that I was here willingly, and that I enjoyed it.

“Yes,” I answered, still staring up at Jack.

“You’re such a fucking whore. Get on your hands and knees and let me have a look,” Jack demanded, his tone still light.

I turned around on my knees and let my hands fall to the ground. Jack gently grazed his hands on my ass and he moaned; I looked back at him and bit my lip, watching him survey my body. I almost forgot he was filming all of this, but then I saw him pointing my phone to my ass.

“Look at this,” Jack gawked then opened my ass cheeks and let a finger slide into my slick pussy. “You’re fucking drenched, sweetheart. You’re dripping wet for me.”

He sounded so pleased and I moaned. The bliss of my blank mind had returned and all I could think about was how much I wanted him inside me.

“Go on, get down on your elbows. Put this pussy in the air so I can eat it.”

I immediately dropped down to my elbows, my ass now high in the air. Jack lowered the stand, the phone now mounted as he adjusted the lights again, focusing them on my pussy.

“Mmmm, fuck, Hana,” he moaned.

Suddenly, his hot mouth buried into my pussy, his hands spreading me open, and I let out a loud moan. Jack’s tongue dug inside my pussy before his thumb started circling my clit. I knew I was going to come; the build was too much to bear.

“Jack, I’m coming,” I moaned loudly, my hips pressing back against his face, his tongue and thumb going faster.

“Mmmm,” Jack moaned into my pussy, the vibration adding to my pleasure.

I let out loud yelps, the pleasure consuming me and Jack’s tongue and finger doing magic as I rode the wave of my orgasm.

Jack slowed down before he grabbed the back of my hair and pulled; I gasped as I straightened. My back pressed to his chest and his thick cock nestled against my ass.

“I think your drenched pussy can lube me up to slide into your beautiful ass,” Jack said into my ear, then pushed me back down to the ground, my hands catching my fall.

Only seconds passed before Jack’s thick cock rammed inside of my pussy, his pumps fast and hard. I let out another yelp, feeling a mixture of pleasure and pain, his size always making me question how he even fit inside of me.

“You like my cock pounding you?” Jack muttered.

“Yes, baby,” I moaned, driving my hips back against him.

“Tell me!” he ordered.

“I love your cock pounding me, Jack,” I cried out. “Harder!”

Jack grunted and his nails dug into my hips, his pounding faster and harder, making me scream. As quickly as he started, he pulled out of me and spit dripped down my ass cheeks.

“No lube today, baby. My cock is so slick from your pussy.”

I was still catching my breath and hadn’t registered what he was saying. The few times we had done anal, we always used lube. I wasn’t sure I could take him without it—he was just too big, too thick.

“Jack.” I looked back at him.

His gaze tore from my ass to my eyes.

“You’re too big.”

He smiled and looked over at my phone, then back at me. “The biggest you’ve ever had?” His eyes lit with mischief.

Oh, I see—I have to admit to all of this on camera.

“Yes.”

“And whose cock is the best you’ve ever had? The one that’s pleased you the most?” Jack was smiling now.

“Yours, Jack,” I answered. I had to give him what he wanted. And that was true, wasn’t it? As much as the guilt consumed me, he was right. Michael opened up a whole new world for me; Jack had me consumed in it.

Jack nodded and got up, grabbing my phone again. He also had something in his hand: lube. Thank fucking god.

He let a generous amount of lube fall onto his cock then dropped some down on me. I eagerly waited, wanting to come again, needing to feel him inside of me. He suddenly had a finger in my ass and I gasped—what the fuck was I going to sound like when his cock was inside of me?

“Mmm, such a tight little ass,” Jack moaned, then stuck another finger in.

I closed my eyes tight and braced myself for more.

“Does my fucking whore wife want more?”

“Yes, baby,” I begged, once again forgetting about the cameras and mentally smacking myself; I hated that Michael was going to see all of this.

I gasped as another finger went inside me, wiggling around. My whole body shivered with goosebumps.

“Please, I need it,” I moaned, ready to burst.

“What do you need, love?” He had a smile in his voice.

“Your cock.” I pushed my ass back, driving his fingers further inside of me.

Jack chuckled then removed his fingers from me. I moaned as I waited, feeling the tip of Jack’s cock start to enter me.

“I’m going to destroy your ass,” Jack blurted out before he swiftly and furiously pushed his cock all the way into my ass and started to thrust.

“Oh, fuck!” I screamed out, the pain overwhelming but quickly turning into pleasure the more he pumped in and out of me.

“Rub your pussy, Hana. Come for me,” he ordered, almost out of breath.

My right hand went up to my clit and I started to move my fingers around, the sensation of Jack filling me up and the pressure on my aroused clit quickly making me come.

“Fuck, I’m coming!” I shouted out, my pussy throbbing with my orgasm.

“That’s right, baby.” Jack gave me a moment as he stilled his hips. Then he pulled out of me and ordered me on my back.

I lay on the floor, watching Jack hover over me with his cock in one hand, my phone pointed at me in the other. I instinctively opened my mouth, lifting myself up slightly with my elbows, as Jack groaned out and his warm cum shot out all over me—my belly, my tits, my face.

“Fuck.” Jack’s eyes were closed as he released the remainder of his cum. He blinked his eyes open and looked down at me. “Filthy fucking whore.”

He smiled then spit on my cum-covered belly.

Out of breath, my body fell to the floor and I started to softly cry. The image of Michael’s jealous, angry, heartbroken face played on loop in my mind. Jack began to sing to himself as he started the shower, not a care in the world.