Chapter 107: Terms and Conditions

Rebecca was looking unblinkingly at the ceiling of the room. Again and again she replayed the events of the previous night and wondered how she was still alive. Her eyes shifted and lowered to land on her body. Her naked, bruised, marked and covered in dry cum body. It was a mess and she didn’t dare to think of how much worse it must be between her thighs.

The memories came back to her in detail.

After coming back from the Umbrella’s facility the previous evening, she had made a decision and went through with it. Putting up light make-up, mainly to bring out her eyes, and choosing to only wear her usual choker, she put on the bathrobe the hotel had given her with nothing underneath.

Making sure the coast was clear and that no one from the BSAA would catch her, she had quickly left her room to reach Rick’s. The moment the door opened, she pushed past him and stepped inside, standing in front of the bed.

“What is it?” Rick had asked her in his usual monotonous tone.

Immediately, she went for the throat. “I’m tired of waiting. I’m tired of seeing you go home with one night stands. Neither of us is leaving this room until you completely ravage me.”

Rick had given her a skeptical look. One fixated on her own eyes, despite her naked body being revealed as she dropped down the bathrobe. He walked deeper into the room and stood straight in front of her. The gap in height made him look down comically. It didn’t matter, however. Not for Rebecca. She had an inferno in her eyes and wasn’t intimidated one bit by the difference.

“No.”

The short but explicit refusal didn’t deter her one bit. Her small hands reach for his belt, from them she could feel him hardening. It was clear that he found her attractive yet for some reason denied her. She didn’t care, she would get what she wanted.

“Yes.” It was a very firm word said with an even firmer tone.

“Just because I accepted your rejection back then doesn’t mean I liked it.”

Her fingers removed the prong from the buckle and went to separate the strap from the latter. “I. Don’t. Care. You’re just being petty.” One of her hands went to his crotch. She could feel his blood pulsing through the veins in his hard as steel erection.

“I am.”

“Then you can be petty again but tomorrow. I haven’t had sex in more than six months and I’m going to kill the next bitch you take to bed and who’s not me.”

She had unbuttoned his pants and dropped them to his thighs. One of her hands had sneaked past his underwear and was now stroking his shaft. Not once her eyes looked away from his. The next thing she knew she was landing on the soft bed behind her, Rick removing his shirt and getting on the bed.

What happened next had been the best experience she ever had with a man. One she had expected of course but not how it happened. She had expected shared passion and what she got was dominance. Rick had used her like a sex doll. Oh, there was nothing to complain about, he completely made a gooey mess of her but she had no choice but to be passive about it. Her strength was too feeble and her body too small to fight Rick. Not like she had minded.

She got fucked, she got railed. She got used but in a good way. She had quickly lost count of how many times her mind blanked from the pleasure Rick was giving her body. Everything had quickly become a blur and from the experience she only remembered three things. The first being incredibly horny, the second was Rick pushing her head, forcefully, with a hand or a foot, against the mattress or a pillow to muffle her cries of ecstasy and finally, the ungodly pleasure.

Vaguely a flash or two of Rick hovering above her and thrusting deeply and fast into her, came through her recollection but that was it.

‘Well, Rebecca… You wanted him to destroy you and you got what you wanted. God, I’m sore all over. Can my legs even sustain my weight?’

“Any regrets?”

Rick’s voice caught her attention. Rebecca turned her head to the side and saw him lying on his side, his head resting in his hand. He didn’t look smug one bit.

‘He has every right to be. I came like a wrecking ball, thinking I would lead the dance and…’

“None. Except… Not feeling my legs anymore.” She raised her hands to her face. “God, everyone will know! As if officer Thompson wasn’t…”

His reply was non-chalant as if it didn’t care because it wasn’t his business. “They definitely will. Although I don't think anyone on the floor heard you. There is a chance you can pass the limp as an accident in the lab yesterday.”

At this point, Rebecca didn’t care anymore and recovered quickly. What was done, was done. Instead her mind went somewhere else. “We’re going to do this again. Often.”

“No.” His single word answer nearly made her blow on him. “I don’t sleep twice with the same woman. Rachel being the exception.” Rick lied, Jill was another but it was no one's business what he and his big sister figure got on from time to time.

It wasn’t an answer that pleased Rebecca. Quite the contrary. Scowling, she used every bit of her strength to roll around, pushing him down and getting on top of him.

“We’re doing it again.”

“Again: no. I’m not interested in a selfish partner who only takes it all.”

Rebecca blinked, wondering if he really implied what she believed he was implying. Scowling further, she asked for clarification. “Did you just implicitly call me a dead fish?”

“No. I called you selfish because I did all the work last night. If you think that I implied it then it’s on you.”

It was true. While Rebecca had not been passive by any means, all her energy was spent in enduring the onslaught Rick was giving her. She never had the opportunity to reciprocate.

“Even more reason for a next time. I’ll show you. But this time, we’ll go on a date first.”

Rick sighed. The hint of a complaint dying in his throat. “Rebecca. I don’t date. You’re perfectly aware of that.” He raised his hand to stop her from uttering the words she was about to say. “Even on the off chance I do decide to date again, which again is not ever happening, I don’t see us going anywhere.”

“Why not?!” She clearly didn’t like his reply.

His facial expression turned flat. “Becca. Half the time we’ve been together, ever since that day, you spent it yelling at me or at the very least being mad. That’s not very endearing to me. And you, you can’t stand that I don’t care about anything either. I can see us being very good friends but face it, we don’t fit together in a romantic relationship.”

She wanted to protest with all her might but it was true. From the Umbrella facility in the Arklay mountains to this very moment, Rebecca realized that Rick always got under her skin one way or another and not on purpose. She’d spent half her time mad at him should they date seriously.

While she accepted it would be a bad idea, she didn’t deflate. There was no way she was giving up on having sex with Rick anytime soon.

“You’re still taking me on dates even if it’s not serious. And this,” She pointed alternatively at their naked selves. “Is happening regularly.”

Rick simply shrugged. As long as their relationship was well defined with clear boundaries, it was fine. The prospect of fucking Rebecca again also appealed to him. She was so small, he felt at the top of the world when he was having his way with her and that wasn’t taking into consideration that she was a very good sex partner.

“As long as you're not jealous and don’t blow up on me for seeing others… Fine.”

“I’m not happy about it but,” She frowned again. “It’s a deal.”

She straightened up or rather, tried. When she put strength in her legs, they failed her and sent her falling forward right on top of him. With a tired sigh, Rick held her and carried her out the bed to the bathroom for a well needed and deserved shower.

He put her down on her feet while holding her under her armpits. It was a bit embarrassing for Rebecca but it worked. It wasn’t like she could stand on her own anyway. That the shower was small and could barely hold them both helped.

“Sooo…” She started in a tone that Rick couldn’t decide if it was teasing or flustered. “Do you carry all your conquests to the shower and help?”

Rick put soap in on hand, letting her lean back against his chest for support, and began to wash her body.

“No.”

His answer, albeit monotonous, made her grin in appreciation. “I’m special then?”

“No.” That made her pout. “I usually slept at their place. I make breakfast in the morning and leave before they wake up. Up to them to crawl out of bed.”

Rebecca bit her lip to not let out a moan when Rick hand went over her breast and rubbed the nipple with his palm. He wasn’t starting anything, there was nothing sensual or sexual about it but it did have a bit of an effect.

“That’s cold.”

“They’re all aware that this is how it would go when we leave the bar. I’m upfront that it’s one night and one night alone. Any idea of wanting or hoping for more is on them.”

“What about Rachel?”

Rick’s hands were now going down her tummy, hips and waist. “She’s used to it by now but from time to time I do it. Only because she whines about it.”

That was a new concept for Rebecca. “Rachel? Whining?” The big-titied blonde never whined, she was out going, she was dutiful and never complained.

“There are two instances when she does so. One: and it’s very, very rare, when a mission goes tits-up. Two: in the morning. Rachel is a sloth at that time of the day. If she has the time she just stays in bed and by the time she feels like moving she can walk no problem. It’s only when she has things to do that she asks me to carry her.”

Done with the current area he was cleaning, Rick went even lower.

“I still maintain I’m special then.” She huffed.

Her comment was ignored. “You have work to do and you should be able to stand on your own now.”

He let her go and, indeed, Rebecca stood on her own two feet without crumbling down under her own weight. Since she could take care of herself, he put the soap in her hand so she could wash herself and used the shampoo on her head. Soon enough she was squeaky clean and exited the shower, so Rick could take care of himself. With her in the way he wasn’t able to do that.

The memory of him calling her selfish flashed in her mind then. Wanting to prove she wasn’t, Rebecca lowered the arm grabbing for a towel to dry herself and turned around. In a swift motion and the use of a bit of strength, she turned Rick around.

“Wha—”

Any more syllable he was about to speak stopped when he saw Rebecca get on her knees and reach for his junk.

“God, I took all that?! No wonder I couldn’t feel my legs anymore. It’s a miracle I’m not split in half!” With his cock in both hands, she moved it around a bit to have a better look. “It definitely wasn’t that big back then.”

“I don’t know anything about it. Never measure my junk or anything. Maybe you’re right. I had a severe growth spurt between 99 and 00. It’s attributed to my condition.”

“Well if it is, it’s a good condition.” At this point, Rebecca was done observing. Aiming to the side of his dick, she put her lips on the middle of the shaft. Slowly she let them slide left and right, enjoying the flesh hardening. “After this… You won’t be able to call me a selfish lover.”

Inwardly shrugging his shoulders, Rick let her do her thing while he continued washing his upper chest. If she wanted to have fun, he’d let her have it.

He wasn’t going to lie, Rebecca knew what she was doing. Her mouth and his cock didn’t fit much together because of the difference in size but she made it work. Soon enough she got a warning of his impending orgasm and was smart enough to not get in the way. She didn’t want to have to take another shower.

“My god! How can you still cum so much?”

Everything was dumped against the shower wall and Rebecca couldn’t understand how, after almost an entire night of passion, Rick still produced that much sperm.

“I don’t know. Annette thinks it’s because of the changes my body underwent from contact with viruses. I know I wasn’t cumming that much before being infected with the T-Abyss.” Now with the lower part of his body mostly free, he began to wash it.

Weighting his nutsack with her hand, Rebecca caught her colleague’s name. “Annette? She—”

Rick cut her off to control the narrative. He didn’t want to dodge any questions about the tests Annette made him go through. Especially when the woman was hands on. Literally. “Yes. She’s trying to find a solution to my infertility, remember? She doesn’t understand why my body produces more when it doesn’t work. Science and nature says that I should produce less in that case, not more.”

“That’s… curious.”

After letting go of him, Rebecca stood up and went to dry herself. Rick finished in the shower and did the same. He quickly dressed up, under her very appreciative gaze and left for breakfast, leaving her behind.

Rebecca, who had come with only her choker and her bathrobe, peaked her head outside the door to see if the coast was clear. When she confirmed it was, she quickly ran to her room to dress properly and start her day. She had a lot to do and the faster she did, the faster they would be going home.