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~Suicide Squad á la ReflectStudios

Imagine they would all work together in “Welcome to the Game: Online”

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Chapter #3 (18+)

'Wrong yet right'

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As he got bored with having me against the wall, he looked behind him, scanning the living room for something more comfortable it seemed.

Stopping at my couch, he chuckled with his upbeat mood and lifted me up with ease.

Who knew he actually was that strong under his fancy white suit?

Just kidding. I'm a light weight. Even a kid once almost lifted me up.

Carrying me over to the couch, he kept eye contact with me, a happy glimmer staying in his eyes ever since he caught me on my terrace. With a quick move, he placed me on the black couch and pinned me against it, his towering height now more prominent than before.

The couch's pristine material giving away under the unusual pressure of two bodies in one spot made me give it a careful glance. The couch wasn't expensive, so I hope it won't just rip at the weight of us.

But maybe it gave me a chance to escape and fight back if it did...

I almost laughed at that idea as I didn't even want to fight this anymore at this point, so why think about it? 'I hope it doesn't break...'

The former violation became a messy fumbling of both of us, my hands pulling at his styled brown hair as he keep bruising my neck's skin with sensual bites. The last one he bit so hard that I was sure he drew blood!

"So fucking delicious, in and outside...I wonder what you taste like down there!" He claims, licking the place he just bit at, his warm tongue tracing my skin with eager strokes.

A shy moan dared to leave my mouth, my blood tinting his tongue and lips as he left my neck, gripping me at the nape of my neck to pull me into a rough kiss all of the sudden.

It tasted metallic, as one would expect. You would think it's disgusting, but it gave me some awfully good tingles...

'That couldn't have been good'

"...More..." I begged between his messy and needy kiss, feeling any guilt of pleasure dissipating at his immediate response being his tongue prodding at my lips.

Mine was to open up, inviting him in to make it his, a sweet metallic taste swirling around with our mixed spit. For a split second he left my lips to tell me something, "I have watched your friend for a while now and I'm 100% sure she wouldn't have been as happy as your are now. I would've had to sedate her..." The man stated with clear honesty and sadness in his voice.

He was right. Luna wasn't like me. She wasn't a freak, she was only seeing her work.

The kiss had to stop when both us became short of breath, awkward silence between us for a moment.

He didn't have to hold me anymore, no more malicious intent seemed to come from him. It was as if the man never actually attacked me before all this.

He had an oddly positive effect on me. More than most people around me.

At these thoughts, I realized that I didn't even know his name and he didn't know mine. He just kept using pet names.

"Wh-whats your name by the way...I-i...I would like to know what to call you." I push out curdly with small moans in between, his hands going further down every moment. Soon he would be between my legs.

Would I want this? Yes. Yes I would, the full program.

"Don't worry about that, sweetheart, I'll tell you when you need to know."

The room was incredibly warm, the isolation of the walls keeping it from escaping after warming up all day. Like that, we had sweat glistening on our skins soon after getting inside the house and it only got worse when the arousal rose up by the second, out hands always somewhere on eachother, exploring the other's body. Biting my lip, I wanted to try and unbutton his white suit, wanting to feel more than just the fabric of his suit.

'Why should I be the only one naked?'

Noticing my intentions, he shortly let go of the hem of my skirt he already reached at, standing up straight before unbuttoning his suit jacket, all while not letting me out of his predatory like stare.

As i watch him discard the piece of clothing more carelessly than the price of it probably allowed, I made out the tight tent growing in his black slacks.

Not able to ask before he had already gotten rid of his jacket, tie and white button up, his naked chest infront of me as he went back to messing with my skirt, not even giving me a chance to admire the relatively well build body he had.

He was exactly my body type, I had to admit. His messed up hair fell into his face as he pulled my skirt away, almost getting it done to rip it just like my bra. No idea how he managed to do this with a elastic waistband though...

I was about to feel more relaxed about this situation altogether yet my walkie talkie on the other side of the room started to stutter for a moment only to continue with the familiar voice of my Neighbor Luna...

'A few minutes ago I would've been happy with her interrupting him but now it was just annoying...'

"Bailey? Luna to Bailey, do you copy? I repeat, do you copy?" She asked through the static, both of our eyes snapping towards it. "I promise I won't inform her of you, I just have to answer or she'll run over here immediately. Pleas—" he shut me up with a short kiss, once again showing me how caring he actually was.

"Just end it quickly, i wasn't done with you yet!" He sings with a teasing tone, a grin stuck as always.

'Doesn't it hurt to constantly felt so overly happy and or excited?'

I felt his eyes bore into me from behind, undressing me further as I picked up the crackling walkie talkie, "Yeah yeah...I'm here Luna, stop trying to make me use this stupid Comm-Talk. It's already agonizing having to follow it at work. What's your problem? I got a real bad stomachache, I couldn't even continue my rounds tonight and I just wanted to finally go to bed..."

In the back I heard my intruder chuckle under his breath. What was it? Did his sick mind think about a secure way of kidnapping me? Or a cartoon he saw when he was five?

"Wait, you couldn't finish your rounds? Jesus Christ Bailey, is it so hard? Anyways, your Captain, Cooper was it—" "Not my Captain." I butted in almost instantly, correcting her mistake, a sigh on the other side heard through the static. "Anyways, he said you were being too aggressive towards him, that you should remember your place. Just wanted to tell you, please stay careful with what you say towards him, he can get you demoted..."

Rolling my eyes, I ignored the words that followed, seemingly unending. 'Good for her that she's feeling so energetic. Should just do her work instead of wasting my time like this...'

"Yeah whatever, that man can eat my shit. And if I have to, I'll tell him personally. Goodnight now. I really want to go to bed. You do your damned work or whatever..." I returned, not more interested in her talking, muting the walkie talkie from my side.

Of course she didn't get the obvious message of me saying goodnight, her voice asking if I was insane for my opinion in the background once I walked back to the couch.

"I thought you were friends?" He asked intrigued, in the meantime fully pulling away the skirt that only hanged on my ankles anymore. "No...only colleagues. And not even truly that. I'm part of a small Task Force while she's a normal Detective."

He looked curious yet chose to drop the subject, concentrating on the very thing that got him here. My body, it seemed.

"Delicious, darling. You don't see such a beautiful shaven, small pussy everywhere. I can't wait to taste you!" He told me from between my legs, lifting them above my shoulders, telling me with small gestures to hold them to continue admiring my clit.

'I wonder what his reaction would be if I told him that I didn't have to shave all that much because of my odd genetics.'

Obviously for him it was enough already, a blush bright on my cheeks, his tongue licking his lips anxiously. What was he waiting for?

"Can I really do this?"

'The whole time he forces himself ontop of me like lion in heat, I like it too and NOW? Now he asks if it's alright?!'

Deciding to take matters into my own hand, I let go of my legs again, putting my hands into his hair before pressing him face first into the thing he wanted so very bad.

From a soon to be rape victim I went to wanting it so badly, that I felt like going insane if he wouldn't finally do what he wanted to do.

Always being a good girl in the past seemed to have taken its toll on me, as I wanted this to end as everything but not nice and clean.

The moment on the terrace gave me a feeling of adrenaline. The being of taboo that I missed my whole short life.

That's why I needed it now even badder.

The first strong and warm stroke of his tongue called me back to reality. He made sure to waste not one drop of my clits early arousal, sucking on the sensible nub to drive me absolutely insane in less than a second.

With every stroke, nibble and bite, I bucked up into his face, mumbled strings of curses of 'how good my fucking cunt was' only to continue even more eagerly.

He ate me out like a starved man, we both craved eachother's acts at the moment, we both equally wanted the other's attention and love...

Who knew two so different people could add up eachother so well? A sick rapist and a law enforcer that usually put this type of people in jail for this type of acts.

He was so well at this that I couldn't hold back my moans anymore, wishing I knew his name already...

"Oh please, yes...deeper...yesss! Ughhh!" I must've looked ridiculous as i pulled grimaces, letting my head fall onto the edge of the backrest, eyes being anything but focused.

It got worse as I closed my first climax, toes curling, my legs themselves shaking with my senses overload. I came with a loud ecstatic cry, blushing as I hear him groan against my hole, lapping up the juices that now came dropping out slowly. "Almost drowned me there, careful!" He jokes, heat staying in my face when he didn't immediately "resurface" once he was done.

No, he rather stayed there for a minute more before coming back up, his face wet with my arousal, licking his lips as if to remember the taste of a dessert.

"How about you return the favor, sweetheart?"

'Oh god...'

"I'll just..." He struggles a bit with his pants, the scene getting a bit comical and lightened up when he hopped out of his black pants and shoes, throwing them far into a corner of the room.

Now he was almost naked as well, the only thing covering him were his dark grey Boxershort, hugging his figure while his hard cock pushing against them was visibly throbbing in the same anticipation as him, as small wet spot at the tip.

He didn't have to ask me to continue, my mind was dazed and I couldn't think clear at the moment anyways, I would've done anything. My hands moved on their own, pulling down the stretchy underwear and letting it fall to the ground. His member bounced free, it's head already having pre-cum smeared ontop from the boxers.

I cautiously took him into my small hands, he must have been about 6 inches which was way more than enough in my eyes. Who cares about size, all that matters was that both enjoyed it.

'Which wasn't sure at all in the beginning. I was about to make him regret his attack at the beginning. Something just changed when he looked at me with those warm chocolate brown eyes of his.'

I felt him reach into my hair, pulling me closer to his dick so I didn't want to let him wait any longer. Placing my lips on the head, I shivered.

This was the first blowjob i was about to give, so this sensation was weird at first, his cock was so warm and... different...from the rest of his body.

It was a good different though as I wasn't stunned for too long, my tongue feeling itself around the head, coating it with my spit before daring to take more into my mouth.

'Why do women complain about giving blowjobs, this feels amazing!'

As i wanted to continue, the man shortly patted my head to make me look up. With wide eyes and his cock kept in my mouth I stare at him, wondering what he wanted. Was I too slow?

No, he just needed or wanted to sit down.

Acceptable.

After making sure he was comfy and I didn't dare to slip off his thick shaft, he nodded shortly to let me know I could continue my thing.

"Okay, I understand, you're feeling unwell but please don't forget breakfast tomorrow morning, we wanted to go get some together!" It still sounded from the walkie talkie after a while, Luna's concerned voice echoing through it.

If she'd know the situation I was in right now, she would either stop talking immediately or run over in panic with the police already called. Depends on the fact if I would let too much slip out of my stupid mouth.

Choosing to ignore her just as before, I went back to my task, trying to catch him off guard just as much as he did with me already twice by taking all of his length down my throat with one quick thrust, gagging around it with some struggle.

Maybe I shouldn't have done this...6 inches are huge if you got a small mouth!

Tears pricked at my eyes, his cock's head pressing at the wall of my throat's entrance and filling up my entire mouth with his full girth. My blush crept back into sight as I started producing all kinds of filthy sounds, groans, moans and feeble little cries against his shaft, it's vibrations surely making him feel just right as he thrusted further into my mouth if that was even possible.

He continued fucking my mouth like this for two minutes, my only way of getting air was by breathing in through my nose whenever he pulled out enough, spit spilling out from both corner of my mouth whenever he slid back in and covering my whole lower face and neck.

"God, your good at this, too good! Stop...I...stop. I can't just finish already!" He stuttered suddenly, sweaty of the warmth that was already here before and the new one that formed between our two bodies. Gently he pulled me off of him, smiling and laughing at my pout.

"If you make me do something, at least let me finish the job properly...wah!" I complain shortly only to be pulled up onto his naked lap by him, facing his upper chest until I looked up to him with short confusion.

Looking past him, I saw the clock on my kitchen wall. It read '11:58'. Was it already that late?!

"Who said I'm not going to give you something in return, silly girl!" He whispers into my ear, feeling his through my thick brown hair, sniffing it and humming happily at its smell "Hmm... raspberry. Delicious." He adds with a tantalizingly slow brush through said hair, watching it flow somewhat back into place, the sweat making it stick to all kinds of places other than my back.

His attention on my hair didn't last for long though, a low growl emerging his throat, "Actually, you smell great all over, you're going to make me go crazy!" As he told me this, his hands slid under my ass, grabbing it roughly before lifting me up slightly. Getting the message, I stood up bit, following the pull of his eager hands until I hovered right over his twitching cock.

"Ready?"

Nodding excited of the experience, I cry out when he basically let me fall onto his member without checking if he was surely going to hit the mark. But he did.

He did hit it so, so...good.

In less than a second I felt his rock hard cock being buried in my pussy, a disgusting squelch audible as it slid in. I felt like a filthy animal being bred with his cock all the way up in me, feeling the throbbing of it tickle my walls.

Even his cheerful facade dropped as by the second, mouth open and savoring the sensation of my clenching walls around him.

Silence only lasted for a few seconds, followed by a loud outcry of pleasure that only could come from me.

He took it as the sign to start moving up into me, carefully lifting me up by my ass once again, his hands never having left it, only to change to my hips for better grip and plummeting me back down on his lap.

At every thrust I gasped breathlessly, pushing my face with red glowing cheeks inbetween his neck and shoulder, this completely new experience overwhelming my senses.

Yet it wasn't enough still.

I wanted him to break me, now more than ever.

"More!" I shout out at the next time he pushed me back down, his thrust faltering for a moment to listen to my request, "What more? I need you to tell me in detail, sweetheart." The man teases, watching my tits bounce along with our movements, smiling far wider on the sound of my whining, "I need you..."

Now he stopped entirely, leaving me impaled on his searing hot lap.

Even if he needed release just as much as I did, he was better at keeping it back to tease me, "More details...and a bit louder, how about that, hmm?" As teasing as it was, he stayed gentle with his words.

"I need you...to go faster!" I beg with a suggestive undertone, changing my position to wrap my arms around his neck, face to face with the stranger.

"Why didn't you just say so?" He simply asked me before actually becoming quicker again once he continued, the stillness of a few seconds ago replaced by a steady and rough pace, his thrusting making his hands on my hips trivial.

Aware of this, he used them to wander back to my ass, filling his hands as much as he could with each one of my ass cheeks and digged his nails into the tight skin.

What was silent before was now loud, my hot gasps coming out sharply whenever I came up or down on his hard cock, penetrating my former innocent walls, once coming as far as hitting my Womb's entrance with one harsh stab, an even higher whine telling him he must've hit the bullseye with me.

I was now way closer to his face, to his mouth, and heard his quiet grunts of pleasure, eyes squeezed shut, mouth agape.

He looked so hot with this expression, giving me a feeling of security. I shouldn't feel secure with this man, he took me captive, but I did. More than I did with my mother or my friends. I felt loved, I felt like in heaven!

I gave him a spontaneous kiss, moving one hand to to his hair and pulling him in closer, the short kiss evolving into a full makeout session as I continued riding him closing in on my climax, feeling his cock throb whenever he stilled for a blink of a second.

Never have I felt such a sensation, all the different types of inputs at once pushing me to my limits, my neck covered in my sweat, his spit, my spit and the blood he drew at the beginning.

Few thrusts later, it was only the change of his expression that warned me as he came deep inside of me, coating my clenched walls, a chain reaction of his warm seed and my lively imagination triggering my own explosion like release.

One last time my walls tightly embraced him, milking him for the last drops, exhaustion rolling over me like a train once it was over.

I slumped over onto his chest, feeling his member slip out of my dripping and aching hole, the juices of us mixed and flowing out of me were rolling down my thighs as he slipped away to the side so we laid stretched out on the couch, gasping exhausted.

"You felt amazing, darling. I don't regret a single thing this night, you weren't a mistake!" He claims very excited yet tired as well, one hand stroking across my back with tender care.

I didn't think this would've ended so good. I expected him to kidnap me.

'Maybe he still would.'

The after effect of our encounter got me uncaring, maybe he did...maybe he didn't.

I still heard him talking with excitement to me with his smile returning after a while, not noticing that I started to slip away into a dreamless sleep.

The last thing I heard was... confusing, to say the least.

"oh... you're sleeping already, my love...but where do you have your lipstick now?"

'Lipstick?'

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First of all, if you're disappointed in this chapter, you're not alone, I am too.

As much as i love reading them, writing them is clearly not my strength. So I'm sorry if this chapter is weaker than the last ones.

Sadly, I planned to make this book smut heavy, so either you bear with me when I write them for the story ...or I leave those encounters open for imagination, only referencing them afterwards.

Oh and the chapter was quite long, I technically have a person who can read over it for typos but I wanted to do it myself most of the time. So if you find something, please tell me where you found it and I'll change it.