Greg plowed into her pussy with a violence that even surprised himself. The more he brutalized her, the more she wanted. She met his savagery with a rage of her own, until their bodies molded into one writhing mass of flesh. Her cunt was like a vacuum, sucking on his cock, pulling him harder inside as if trying to draw out his brains. He banged the last of his load with his full strength, crushing his body over hers. A few seconds later, he relaxed, falling to his side, releasing her legs and shoulders.

Sara's eyes were closed, a million thoughts bursting in her wind. She had been raped, yet had consented to the act. Was that possible? Was it possible for two people to rape each other at the same time? She looked, over at Greg, wondering what he was thinking. From talk of music, flowers and romance, they had torn into each other's bodies exactly as he had said-two sex-crazed alley cats. She chided herself for not being angry, for not feeling guilty.

"How was that, Mr. Martin?" she asked finally, trying to sound more sarcastic than she did. "Is this what will be expected of me?"

"Don't be an ass," he whispered, his voice flat. "You know damn well you liked it as much as I did." He rolled over and kissed her lightly on the mouth, a move so gentle, so loving it caught her off guard. "Well, didn't you?"

"I can't figure you out," she said, melting once more in his embrace.

"You'll have plenty of time to do that," he interrupted, "We're going to New York tomorrow. And don't be silly and say no, because you know you will. You're mine now, you know that? You're mine."

"And are you mine?" she asked, her eyes flashing with anger.

"That depends," he said, cool as ever, "on how much of a woman you are."

"I'm a hell of a lot more woman than you can take care of," she said defiantly.

"Yeah? Prove it."

She pushed him to his back and straddled his waist, her face toward his feet.