In his arms (part 2)
Tonight he was impatient.
Irritated.
It took no time to isolate her.
Beautiful.
She stumbled.
Such a lightweight.
He trailed behind her. Stood slightly away, close enough to warn off any competition. Far enough to avoid unwanted attention.
This game. She makes this so - so-
So fucking fun.
He tried to swallow his excitement.
I’ve missed you.
She stumbled towards her car. His mouth pressed into a frown.
Careless.
He sighed, slightly annoyed but quietly grateful. She laughed as she narrowly avoided an awkward fall. Two cars down a man turns to smile at her but quickly turns away at Damien’s glower. He couldn’t stifle the quiet anger building.
They were alone.
This was too easy.
His hand wrapped around her face covering her nose and mouth before she could make a sound. He dragged her a bit, reveling in the panic that overtook her. Here.
No.
Too risky.
Quickly and silently she sagged as she fell unconscious. Gathering her in his arms he searched her face for any sign of movement. He dropped his head to listen for her breath.
Good.
…
She’s…in a room.
Where am I?
She stood up quickly, taking in her surroundings for a moment before the world turned and she sat heavily, unsteadily, back on the…sofa? She was feeling oddly faint. Weak.
Why was her head swimming?
How did I get here?
When did I get here?
What’s going on?
Deep breaths. In. Out.
She looked around her. No phone. No purse. No…shoes? She knew she wouldn’t have left without her shoes no matter how drunk she got.
Where am I?
In. Out.
She stood once again, stumbling slightly she reached for the back of the couch.
This feels…familiar somehow?
In. Out.
She knew there was no reason to feel that way. After all, she always woke up in her bed safe and sound.
Besides school and work she had no social life.
Even so she felt like she was trapped in one of her nightmares again. Always terrifying. Overwhelming. And… her breath became heavy for a moment before she shook her head and started to look around.
He stood in the shadows. His anger pounded in his chest. He squeezed his fists and drew a controlled breath.
Closer.
Closer.
He stepped forward from the shadows and shoved her forcefully backwards. As she fell his fist grabbed her shirt and slowed her fall. Her head met the floor with a small but sharp crack.
The moment he released his fist full of clothes he pulled her legs apart in one smooth motion with enough force to leave bruises where his fingertips pressed into her.
He held himself over her, leering, watching her face. Her legs were held open with his knees.
She shied away from his gaze. Her legs trembled as he started to bring himself closer. Her breath became quick and shallow.
He paused for a moment then flashed her a little smile. He leaned over her breast and sucked her nipple into his mouth. She gasped in surprise.
Her back arched as his soft, warm tongue licked and sucked her.
For a moment there was only pleasure.
Anticipation.
Pain bled through the warmth. A stark contrast. The light, then sharp pain of his teeth.
She cried out. He softened his bite and she sighed in relief.
His tongue drew lazy circles. He read her body. Noting every tremble. Every flinch.
A small gasp.
Noises so quiet they’re almost not there.
His fingers took over and she cried out as his fingers gripped her harshly. Without thinking her hands flew up to push against his broad shoulders. Trying and failing to push him back. Push him away.
He giggled for a moment, his smile held no warmth and his eyes stared, deep and uncaring.
No.
Not uncaring.
Cruel.
He bowed his head.
She was trapped in his mouth, her whimpers in rhythm with every movement.
She tasted sweet.
He lifted her arms above her head and held her wrists firmly.
She was so tiny.
Adorable.
He wanted to run his tongue all over her.
Especially the parts she fought hardest to keep from him.
Every move she made was met with overwhelming strength. He reveled in it. She knew there was no escape.
She just hasn’t accepted it yet.
Not yet.
He loved the fight.
She shuddered with every lick.
The noises she makes. How could I possibly let her go?
She moved blindly against his mouth, exhausted. No matter how many times he bit her, spanked her, choked her, she always tried to escape. Unable to accept pleasure.
A little broken.
With a low growl he pinched her inner thigh.
She grew rigid with pain and let go of his hands.
As his mouth tortured her he slipped his hand down. He knew from her sudden desperate moments of strength what it was that controlled her.
Broke her will to fight.
Your body is mine.
She shook against her will.
The overwhelm of his tongue licking her.
The fingers that replaced it.
Worse, his other hand slipping in and out, forcing her body to rock.
Her moans were exhausted, she begged without words. He paused for a moment, reaching for something on the floor she couldn’t see.
“Tell me you want me to cum in you.” He smiled at the video camera pointed directly at her face. When she didn’t answer his eyes grew dark and he flashed his teeth.
“I want you to cum in me,” she whispered.
He grabbed her by the throat. Her gasp cut short, her face turned red.
His face calmed looking at the overwhelming defeat in her face. He seemed satisfied.
Smiling he let go of her throat and stared expectantly at her.
Her voice shook as she said it.
“I w-want you t-to cum i-in me.”
“Again.”
“I-I want you to cum in me.”
“Not good enough.”
“I want you to cum in m-“
“LIKE YOU MEAN IT” he screamed in her face.
Her lip quivered and her eyes watered. She took an unsteady breath. Her voice cracked.
“Baby pl-please cum in me. I need it, please. Please.”
She moved on instinct and pressed her lips against his. Trying to swallow her fear she pushed herself to make him believe her.
The kiss was surprisingly gentle, and her surprise grew as their kiss deepened.
As their embrace became more passionate he pulled her on top of him, his hands wrapped around her knees before they rubbed her leg to grip her ass. He then lifted his arms and laced his hands behind his head and watched her.
She knew what he wanted. She leaned down over him and cupped his face. Her lips grew closer. His tongue slipped into her mouth, caressing her he pushed his cock up against her.
She reached behind her.
He gasped as she sat, taking his full length with a light moan she leaned down into another kiss. His hands gripped her thighs without mercy. They pushed and pulled.
Fuck.
She started to bounce, pretending she was on a date.
That he had cooked her a wonderful dinner.
That they were having fun.
As she bounced she felt pleasure welling up inside her. Trying to resist she slowed.
He wrapped his arms around her and held her against his chest as he began pumping his hips. His breath was hot in her ear. She whined.
No.
She was going to cum.
Her mind screamed.
NO.
He was fucking her harder, deeper. He grabbed her neck and commanded her.
“Tell me what you want.”
She whimpered.
It felt so good.
She couldn’t get out.
It felt too good.
She couldn’t stop it.
She couldn’t stop moaning.
She couldn’t stop shaking.
As he leaned down and started to open his mouth his teeth glistened and she yelled out in fear.
“PLEASE! I need you to cum in me please please cum in me,” she couldn’t stifle her moans.
He smiled and reached behind him.
The room was pitch black. She couldn’t see.
His hands, silent weapons still gripped her with overwhelming strength. She could feel the pleasure building up.
As she became lightheaded with pleasure she tried to climb out of his arms.
She couldn’t resist.
He held onto her tighter, forcing his way as deep as he could go. He could feel her trembling, the excitement building in his body was like a drug.
Flashing through his mind he memorized the feel of her skin. Her smell, her moans, the desperate look in her eyes. He gripped her face and kissed her fiercely, his tongue ran deep inside her mouth.
He pumped to the beat of her attempted escape, pushing deeper with every flinch her moans grew faster and louder. She flinched as he pushed deep and he felt her shake as she came.
As she threw her head back she begged, “Please! Oh god please cum in me!”
He came hard as she pulsed around him. He held her tight as he filled her up.
They both lay gasping, panting. She still shook lightly as she closed her eyes. She felt so exhausted. It was so dark.
Why is it so dark?
His arms felt for her, reached for her neck. She didn’t even feel scared she was so tired.
Everything went black.
…
She woke up with a gasp. Her heart was beating out of her chest as she searched her room for any sign of him. She was alone.
She sighed, tired of the nightmares.
As she grabbed her phone and apologized to her friends again for suddenly disappearing she grabbed an advil to cure her weekly hangover headache. Always on the nightstand. She rolled her eyes.
Next time no drinking for me.
God I hope I didn’t embarrass myself last night she grimaced, how did I get home?
How was your night beautiful? Her phone buzzed, she read his text with a smile.
It was super fun! Drank a little too much lol wish you were there to take care of me <3
His phone buzzed next to him. He smiled at her message.
Have fun at your friend’s party tonight! The Ave is a great place for a party. You should try their martinis! They’re really good there :)
She giggled, thinking of the martini sent to her last night. It was always flattering when someone sent her a drink. Kind of romantic actually, it is my favorite.
How did you know that was my favorite?? Hmm??? Are you stalking me ;P jk haha
As she called her sister to complain about the laundry she didn’t do, he ducked when her blurred outline appeared in the bathroom window.
See you next week…
Haha just kidding ;P
Well actually, he smiled. I’ll be seeing you tonight.
She’s never rejected his gifts.
She’s so cute when she drinks.
His smile grew wider.
Once, just once he wanted to chase her.
Close the distance.
Crush her under his grip.
Trip her, pull her, jump on her.
Watch her gasp for air, unable to call out for help.
How wet would she be by then?
When I slip my fingers in?
Wishful thinking. He sighed.
Can’t get too rough.
He shook his head and chuckled to himself as he got to his car.
Tonight will mark a year.
He gripped her house key tightly.
Happy anniversary.
He paused then pulled up the directions to see if he had time to grab her flowers.
See you tonight beautiful.