WARNING: This is a violent and graphic story containing a non-consent sexual encounter. It is fiction, meant for entertainment, not meant to be acted out in real life. Consent in real life sexual encounters is absolutely vital.

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Contains: (NC, primal/prey, rough, fingering, force)

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I met Jordan on the first day of my new job. A shitty office job, answering calls and running errands. I remember seeing him as soon as he stepped out of the elevator.

He was tall. His long hair was tied back into a man bun, which was the style at the time. He wore a fitted black t-shirt, his tattooed arms on full display. He had a confidence about him. A certain assuredness that so many men lack. He was chatting easily to some guy in a suit who was clearly intimidated by him but trying to play cool.

I remember noticing Jordan immediately, as my training group got called into the meeting room. As I walked into the room, I glanced across the open office space. He was looking back at me. Intense, focused, hungry. He looked at me like he'd just laid eyes on prey. He smirked. And then he was lost from view as I was shuffled into the stuffy training room.

I thought about that glance all day. Daydreamed about it as the training mentor droned on and on through the mandatory office orientation. Decided I would masturbate about it as soon as I got home.

The never-ending day finally finished, and I escaped the training room as quick as I could. I wasn't eager to partake in the office-friends corporate drudgery that my new co-workers seemed so keen on. I hurried to the elevator. Pressed the down arrow. Waited.

I had stepped in and the doors were almost closed when a hand shot out between them, forcing them open again. I had a scowl ready for the asshole that slowed my exit from this hellish building.

It was him. The man from this morning. The man I'd fantasized about all day. He shot me an easy smile, casual. He stepped inside, facing me, leaned calmly against the hand rail.

"Another day of the American dream, eh?" he laughed, and I realized I was still wearing that scowl.

"Something like that," I laugh, shrugging, trying to match his casual tone and failing to hide my nervousness. It might be easier to be casual if I hadn't just spent the last eight hours vividly imagining myself riding his cock.

The elevator opens to the ground floor and we both go to the coat room to layer up.

"I'm Jordan, by the way," he says, coolly, as he shrugs into a vintage leather coat, "You smoke?"

"Katie," I reply, "And... well... not cigarettes."

"Me either," he flashes that smirk again, and pulls a little plastic tube from his pocket with a fat pre-rolled joint in it.

"A man after my own heart," I laugh, more easily now.

"Let's walk," he says, calmly throwing an arm over my shoulder. I'm struck my how tall he is, easily a full foot taller than me. And I'm awestruck by him, his cool, calm, casualness. It seems so natural too, not like some act.

He sparks up the joint right outside the company doors. He seems to care even less about this corporate bullshit than I do. We wander towards a park nearby, smoking and laughing and forgetting about the biting cold of the east coast winter evening. Soon he is rubbing my thigh and he leans in like he will kiss me.

Instead, he gets in close to my ear and whispers, almost growls, "Come home with me."

I can't believe this is happening. I'm so horny after fantasizing about this guy all day, and the weed has me giggly and relaxed.

"Okay," I say, suddenly shy. My stomach flips.

We get up immediately, his arm around my shoulder again. We walk for maybe twenty minutes, not talking or laughing anymore. He steers me and I follow. The mood has changed. I'm suddenly nervous. Uncertain.

I hardly know this guy. We're stoned out of our minds. Now I'm going to his apartment? No one even knows I'm with him. He could easily overpower me.

Before the panic can set in enough for me to say I've changed my mind, we're at the door to his building. He leads me in, keeps a hold of me while he unlocks the door.

I should go, I should go, I should go, I should go. I say it over and over in my mind but I can't spit it out. The apartment door swings open and he's pulling me inside. His arm, still draped casually over my shoulder, adjusts to wrap further around my chest, anticipating that I might pull away. The door closes behind us, plunging us into near darkness.

His body slams against me, pinning me to the wall. A strong hand covers my mouth as I inhale to scream. His feet are between mine and he's pushing my legs apart. His free hand is working through my winter layers. Finds the waistband of my pants. Roughly shoves inside.

I'm punching wildly at his back and screaming mutely into his hand as his mouth finds my neck and bites down hard on the soft, sensitive flesh. That will leave a mark. He keeps it there, like a wild dog pinning down its prey by biting onto the scruff.

His hand probing inside my pants has pulled my underwear aside. Three fingers at once are forcing their way into my tight pussy opening. I'm still punching and screaming as they roughly dig deeper, stretching me faster and more forcefully than I can handle. It hurts. I'm no virgin, but I've never been treated so roughly. Tears spring to my eyes.

Jordan's fingers plunge in and out of my pussy rapidly. It's like something you see in porn. Lucky I was so wet from all my daydreaming, but I don't think Jordan would have cared either way. He angles his hand so his palm is pressing into my clit now. I stop punching him and let my arms fall helplessly over his shoulders. I am crying hard now, my tears trickling down around his hand that is still clamped across my mouth, dripping down my neck where his teeth are still locked on my skin.

I remember that look he gave me this morning; a predator eyeing its prey.

He growls against my neck as he picks up the pace of his frantic fingering. As I sob helplessly and submit to his control, I start to feel a shameful stirring in my pussy. His palm is pressing against my clit and despite myself, I start to grind into it a little.

Then a little more.

Heat from the throbbing pain of Jordan's violent intrusion is slowly turning into the burning heat of arousal. His assault continues, his palm almost vibrating against my clit as I grind into it. I cry a muffled gasp into his hand as I feel him work is pinky finger into my already painfully stretched cunt hole. The pain breaks my focus from my building arousal and for a moment I am overcome again by fear and humiliation.

I'm pinned to the wall, gagged by a hand, being roughly fucked with four fingers, by a random new work colleague. My face burns red with shame as I hear the slurping of my pussy juice. I'm sopping wet over this man taking me by force.

Suddenly, his hand pulls out of my pussy and his teeth are gone from my neck. The hand covering my mouth moves to my throat.

Before I've even realized I have the chance to scream, Jordan's fingers covered in my pussy juices are being crammed into my mouth and down my throat. I gag and cough.

I can just make out his face in the darkness, his dark eyes locked onto mine, watching my reaction with a sneer.

I try to duck away from him, recognizing this might be my only chance at escape. For a brief moment I am free of his grip, but Jordan is fast. He catches the hood of my jacket and wrenches it backward. I lose my footing immediately and slam to the floor. The wind is knocked out of me.

Jordan is on me. I'm pinned on my stomach by his body. His hand tightly clamps around my mouth again. The one that was deep inside my pussy. I smell myself on in.

His legs are hooked around mine, keeping them trapped. His free hand is tearing at the top of my pants and they are giving way to his tugs, sliding down over my ass and further trapping my legs as they come to rest around my knees.

"You're mine now, Katie," he whispers into my ear as his free hand tugs now at his own pants. "You wanted this... just relax. You're mine."

I am sobbing now. I feel his cock head rubbing against my swollen pussy.

He growls again as he bites down on my neck and thrusts himself forward. Primal. I am his prey and I have no choice now but to submit.

His cock is thick and it hurts my already battered cunt as he tears his way inside. The hand on my mouth and his full weight on my body is making it hard to breathe. He is thrusting himself into me with a rough, animalistic intensity and I hear growls and groans escaping his throat with the effort.

Pinned down, overpowered, I accept my fate. And despite my fear, despite the pain in my beaten and stretched pussy, the head of his cock is grinding right across my g-spot and an orgasm is building. I am his prey and I submit to him fully as I find myself grinding back into him and groaning with pleasure and pain.

Jordan's hand tightens its grip over my mouth and his other hand find my throat as he steps up the intensity of his pounding. I'm growling now too, the sound coming from deep in my throat, as I unleash my animalistic desire to be overpowered and taken roughly and controlled by this man.

I don't even care that the biting on my neck feels like its drawing blood, or that there are bruises building on my hips as I'm slammed again and again into the hard floor by his pounding. A powerful orgasm rips through me and my whole body is shuddering as I mutely scream into his hand.

He gives a final few powerful, heavy thrusts into my aching pussy and groans as I feel his cock throbbing inside of me. Jordan keeps pumping, his cock squelching wetly in the cum that is now filling my pussy, his teeth still tearing into my neck. Then he is still, his teeth let go, his now softening cock slips out of my cunt and I feel a torrent of fluid gush into the space between my legs.

"Will you scream?" he says, as he carefully loosens his grip over my mouth, and I meekly shake my head no. He cautiously removes his hand, not sure if he can trust me.

When I lay still and silent, he seems to decide it's safe. He gets up. Takes off his jacket. Does up his pants. I still haven't moved.

"Smoke a joint?" he asks, coolly. His footsteps recede down the hallway and a light comes on in the room at the end.

Slowly, I pick myself up off the floor. Cum and pussy juice oozes from my pussy and I pull up my underwear and pants, ashamed.

"You coming?" Jordan calls from the room at the end of the hall.

I look down the hall. Then to the front door. Then down the hall again. Uncertain.

Slowly, with shaking hands, I unzip my coat.

I hang it on the rack.

I walk down the hallway, to the room where my predator awaits.

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