“Why are you still acting like this is about Danny?” he spat viciously.
“This is… this is for him,” I cried plaintively. “I’m doing–doing this for him!”
“That’s bullshit,” he cried angrily, slapping my ass. “And you know it…”
“It’s true!” I moaned. “P–please, Johan… it–it’s true…”
“Here’s the thing, Nikki,” he growled. “I won’t cum until I hear you tell me the truth. So I’ll give you a choice: you can keep lying to me about how you’re only doing this for Danny, and I can keep fucking you all night…”
“Ohgod–Johan, no… you can’t…”
“I can keep you in this bed,” he continued. “Making you cum over and over, until Danny wakes up without you…”
“No!” I moaned, my voice full of terror. “No, you can’t!”
“Or, you can tell me the truth,” he snarled. “About why you’re really here. About you and your husband.”
“I’m–I’m telling the truth,” I whimpered.
“Just be honest, Nikki,” he said, slowing his rhythm to a gentler pace and dropping his voice to a more soothing tone. “The truth will make me cum. And then I’ll let you go.”
“You… you will?” I whispered.
“Yes, Nikki,” he said softly. “I promise. The truth will set you free.”
“Okay, but… I don’t know what to say…”
“Tell me about your husband,” he said. “Does he love you?”
“Yes,” I whispered softly, flushing with shame. “He does.”
“How often does he fuck you?”
“I… I don’t know,” I murmured. “About… about once a week…”
“That’s pathetic, Nikki,” Johan sneered. “That’s not enough for you, is it?”
“I–I don’t know…” I stammered.
“With this body,” he growled, slapping my ass for effect. “You should be getting fucked like this everyday…”
“Oh god,” I moaned, the thought planting itself inside my brain. “Everyday…”
“Your body needs more than just food and water,” he cried savagely. “Your body needs a big cock, Nikki…”
“I just…I just–”
“If your husband loves you, then why doesn’t he fuck you everyday?” Johan grunted dismissively. “Why isn’t he giving you what you need?”
“He’s–we’re–we’re busy,” I stammered, unable to think clearly while this young man continued to plumb the depths of my body. “With Danny, and–and Riley…”
“Don’t lie to me, Nikki,” he snarled, puling my hair back as he plunged into me. “Tell me the truth!”
“I AM!” I moaned, my body quivering inside as the storm clouds began to gather anew. “Ohgod, I–I am…”
But at that moment, I realized that Johan wasn’t interested in the truth. He didn’t care about how complicated a marriage can be, or how people can change over time and grow apart. He didn’t want to know about how hard it is to be a parent, especially raising a kid like Danny.
“TELL ME WHY!” he yelled. “WHY DOESN’T HE GIVE YOU WHAT YOU NEED?!”
I could see now that for Johan, the truth wasn’t based in reality. When it came to me, his truth was based in fantasy, and that was what he wanted.
My body alone wasn’t enough. Only one thing would satisfy this greedy, insatiable 19-year-old stud, and it was his version of the truth on my lips. This was my only way out.
“HE–HE–HE CAN’T!” I moaned, unable to deny him what he so clearly wanted, my voice choked with shame and submission. “HE CAN’T!”