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</div></div><span style="font-size: 12px">Riley's gaze could not help but take in the male that was before her. Yes, she had seen him while they stood by the window, but now she was seeing him in a different way. Had this been another time --one where her innocence had not been ripped from her-- Riley would have pursued a genuine relationship with this man. She would have flirted with him, gone on a date, slept with him, and then waited with bated breath for him to call her up for round two. Sexual fantasies would have been built around him. The kind that caused a woman to finger themselves in inappropriate places and at inappropriate times. Surely he would have made her spend each night thinking of him as she lay in bed, waiting for sleep to take her. But this was not that sort of time. Her days of innocence, of pining away for another were now gone. Torn from her like a stuffed bear being torn from a child. She cried for it back. Begged and even pleaded but it was forever gone. Having been tossed into the trash without a second thought. Yes, this was Riley's life now. Lonely nights in the arms of a strange lover or being plagued by nightmares. Could she have it her way, she would choose the former any night. At least she didn't think of <i>him</i> when she was being fucked by another. Well...not as much as when she was alone.<br/>
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When Michael removed his shirt, something within him changed. She noticed it. Seemed he was not in the mood for a sweet vanilla evening. No gentle caresses, no whispered empty-promises of a future meeting, no tenderness. The way he pulled at her dress and bra had her smiling internally. Yes, this was what she needed tonight. That driver had brought up old memories that had chilled her to the bone. She could practically feel her handler standing behind her, breathing that stench onto the back of her neck. His grim-covered hands just itching to paw at her delicate skin. But it wasn't his hands that bound her wrists, nor was it his tie that was used. And the hand that grasped her chin smelled clean. Her seemingly cold and empty eyes stared into Michael's as he spoke to her. Her body tensed as he spoke the last part, calling her his. She wanted to open her mouth and tell him 'no'. She wanted him to understand that she could not belong to any other. That he would not even want her once he knew of her past. But her mouth remained shut. Seemed her mind thought he only meant for that evening, while they fucked, she belonged to him. Guess Riley could handle being called 'mine' if she told herself that.<br/>
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Riley's lips barely had time to move against Michael's before he had her laying on the bed. His harsh ministrations had caused a wetness to form on her panties; her sex glistening for him. She always hated that. The way her body reacted whenever she was being handled in any way that was not gentle. It was as though it had been trained to need that. Even when she was down in her car, fingers working at her pussy, her other hand was gripping at her breasts; pinching her nipples till they stung. Her mind would play back various parties she had gone to. It was only the times when she was being used the most that she found herself cumming to. And if this was how it would be with Michael, then she knew that she would be playing this night over and over again in the coming weeks.<br/>
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His mouth on her sex had her arching her back as a moan hissed through her teeth. Bound hands found the back of his head, urging him to not stop. Would he punish her for touching him? How could he, he never gave her any rules or commands to follow. Just tossed her down and dived right on in. Not a surprise to Riley. Men tended to be a bit impatient when it came to her. Guess they knew just how desperate she was for their "fuck em and leave em" attitude. But would Michael be that way? After he came, would he just leave her there on the bed for others to have? Or would he try to take her home with him? Others had tried that before, but she always denied them. This was just an escape for her. A way to allow her body to feed off of the rage that always seemed to boil within her veins.</span>