I'm learning that most Claire-humor is very German, but this line could have made me snort my morning coffee if I'd been taking a sip. So, disaster averted!Oh, and the harder you slap yourself, the quicker my juice will ooze out of you.”
He had no idea whether that last part was actually true. But if it worked for ketchup bottles, then why not for women?
I haven't read enough of your work yet to know if this is your best or not. Sheer probability says no, but I think I've enjoyed it the most of the ones I've read. The self-referential meta humor is a big plus too. I wish I could figure out who the story is for, but I know it's not me, so that's a little disappointing.
However... What the hell kind of contortion was that once he got loose? The guy was bound to the four corners of the bed, face up, then gets his wrists free. From there, ankles still bound, he flips the girl over, does her doggie style somehow, and then has the flex and reach to hold her as she crosses the room to get her stuff? Is this guy secretly Mr. Elasticboy from Marvel Comics or something?
Oh well. I tried to guess the ending but I got it quite wrong. I was so sure it was going to turn out that Caroline decided she still liked rape, but as the giver, not the taker. Eh, her loss. Still, one wonders if she was play acting the whole time. Or if she'll go home, cry it out, and decide that her pleasure comes from the pain itself and the catharsis of emotional release is what she really craves. Oh, what a hellagirlfriend she could become then to some probably overwhelmed guy. Without a sequel, I guess I'll never know.