by Prince, DD
“Yeah, and I have a gun,” he announced, “Who gives the crazy guy a gun? Oh yeah, and a goodnight kiss; I want that, too. Keep me waiting and my list of demands may keep growin’.”
I was gob smacked. I heard an impatient-sounding huff and then I was gob smacked and scared. I got the impression he wanted me to give him a reason to take me against my will and / or show me his gun. I wanted neither. I scampered over to him and then hesitated. He pulled me into an embrace, my head falling onto his chest. Both of his arms were tight around me. He kissed the top of my head and his palm slowly slid down my back until it rested on my rear end. He was hard, all over.
“Relax,” he whispered against my hair and then he kissed my forehead. His body was big, I disappeared into that embrace.
“Get your hand off my...” I said. He moved his warm hand up to my waist before I could finish the threat that hadn’t quite formed on my tongue yet, pulling the shirt up with it. I could hear him breathing hard, I could feel his heartbeat and it was racing. I squeezed my eyes shut tight and gulped. How bizarre to have my head on the chest of the man from the ice cream parlor, the man I’d had on my mind the past few days. But this wasn’t that guy. That guy was from my fantasy. This guy looked just like him but looks were where similarities ended. He’d behaved in a way I’d never imagined. The fact that this guy had taken ‘ownership’ of me and had forced me to lay here with him was repulsive.
“Don’t tell me not to touch what’s mine again. You get a pass tonight because of the day you’ve had but don’t make the mistake of thinking whether or not we fuck is anything but my decision to make.”
I squeezed my eyes shut tight. This was a nightmare. A horrible nightmare. He started to stroke my hair.
“No. Don’t,” I said.
“Tell me no or say don’t one more time and the deal is off, Tia.”
His hand trailed back down to my ass and he drummed his fingers on it, letting me know he was waiting for me to protest. I clamped my mouth shut. I believed him so I made myself shut up and stay still. Every fiber of my being wanted to sprint, to run, to scream, to fight, to kick, to scratch, but I just stayed there, trembling.
“Now kiss me,” he said.
I squeezed my eyes shut tight, like that’d help.
“Naw, I’ll kiss you. I’ve been dying to taste these lips since that day I walked into that ice cream shop.” He flipped me over onto my back and then he was on me, his lips were on my lips, his body hard against me. He touched my lips softly with his at first and his lips were soft but strong. He got my bottom lip between his lips and he sucked on it. I couldn’t breathe. He made an “Mmm,” sound against my mouth, then said, “You didn’t kiss back but I’ll give you a pass tonight.” Then he flipped back so that I was back on top of him. His hands were on me, one on my lower back and the other in my hair. My cheek was against his chest. His legs were parted and our pelvises were touching. He was rock hard. If I could see myself I’m sure that I’d see that my eyes were bugging out of my head.
His fingers massaged my scalp; he was playing with my hair a little. But he was quiet. After a long moment of silence I started to take stock of the day. The day that I’d been so excited about for so long had taken such a turn, one I wouldn’t have guessed would happen in a million years, a trillion years. Right now I should be at a party, getting tipsy. I should be cheers’ing with my friends about the fact that we’d made it through high school and should be comforting poor Ruby who had another year before she could go off to college.
I should be getting geared up to move out on my own, buy my own groceries, have full control over the remote. Living in a foster home filled with kids meant you almost never had control of the TV. It’d always been a democracy there where regular compromises had to be made on what would be watched. It meant if you didn’t tackle the bag of cookies on grocery shopping day the only snacks around until next week was fruit. It meant hustle and bustle and loudness, occasional spats, constant cold showers because someone else used up all the hot, but lots and lots of hijinks, lots of laughter.
I should be excited about the next chapter in my life. Another chapter was starting, though. Only it was one I hadn’t anticipated. Instead of having the night I should be having, I was in the arms of a criminal. My life was at stake. My father’s life at stake. Either I got to be married to this criminal, got to be his unwilling sex slave, or got shipped off to be someone else’s sex slave.
If anyone had told me that morning I’d spend the night in the bed and in the arms of my Ice Cream Parlor Hottie in his hacienda style house I’d have told them they were nuts but the very idea of it would’ve melted my panties off. I’d never have been able to predict what’d wound up transpiring. I guess the moral of the story was, Be Careful What You Wish For.
I was exhausted in mind and body. I had somehow gone from trembling to completely still against him. He was muscular, strong, and holding me like I was something precious. What a contradiction!
His hand occasionally moved either up or down my back and every once in a while I’d feel his lips or fingers moving in my hair. A whimper involuntarily escaped my lips and then he was pulling my leg up to wrap it around him. I was pretty much totally on top of him, trying hard to ignore the erection poking me against my inner thigh. I tried to ignore the fact that it was scaring the heck out of me. I worried that the longer I lay here awake the more likely he would do something sexual so I decided I should try to sleep. I just wanted this day over. I had no idea what tomorrow would bring but today had kicked me upside the head and it needed to be done. I cried softly, tears dropping onto his naked chest. He just stroked my head and my back as if he was the solution, not the problem. Then he took my right hand and held it against his chest over his heart, not letting go. His left hand was moving up and down my back. My left hand was at my side, clenched into a fist.
I don’t know how long I laid there crying on him, lying in a puddle of tears on his chest, while he stroked my hair and my back and rhythmically stroked my fingers with his thumb on his chest against his loudly beating heart but eventually I felt my eyes droop. This beast was comforting me by holding me and stroking me and somehow it was working. I guessed it was working because it had to work. My fist loosened and my breathing started to even out. I had to act like I had no problem lying with my body on his or else he’d take me against my will. Or maybe I just shut down out of being totally, completely, devastatingly overwhelmed.
Tommy
She felt so fucking good in my arms. I was a ‘wham, bam, fuck off, ma’am’ kind of guy. Not one to spoon a chick after I fucked her, not one to snuggle up with. Not ever. I’d always just left after sex, never prescribed to the whole ‘aftercare’ bit after a scene. Why did this feel so good, so right? Why did I make this deal with her tonight? The answer in my head was crystal clear. Because she was mine. I hadn’t even fucked her yet but she was already mine; I knew it in my core that it was my job to look after her so that’s what I wanted to do. Right now, holding her, her sleeping on me, felt so fucking right. I was jumping ahead to a result I wanted but that I wasn’t patient enough to wait to earn.
I was surprised at myself, my actions. Earlier today I couldn’t wait to fuck her. Couldn’t wait to tear those panties down and plunge into her, holding her by the hair while I showed her who she belonged to. When she got mouthy with me I wanted to haul her over my knee and spank her until she begged for mercy. Now, I just wanted to comfort her. I wanted that even though I knew being here with me was the source of her tears.
Her life had shattered into a million pieces by that douche bag of a father of hers. Right now I just wanted her to stop trembling and fall asleep in my arms. I wanted those stress lines off her pretty face. I felt a warm tingling in me as I heard her breathing even out. A while later I touched her cheek and when I did, she, obviously asleep, nuzzled into me, like she did want to be there. I let out a long breath and closed my eyes, deciding that while Greg O’Connor had paid his debt to my fathe
r, now he owed me something. I gritted my teeth. I was going to make him pay dearly for doing this to her.
Tia
Sensation woke me. Sensation between my legs. What was happening? I opened my eyes. I was in Ice Cream Parlor Hottie’s bed, Tommy Ferrano’s bed, on my back. It was bright in the room. Daylight. Then it hit me that he was nestled between my legs, with his mouth on me down there. Holy crap.
I felt my entire body go tense. I couldn’t see him. He was under the blankets. But he had my hips in his hands and his tongue was flicking down there, on my clit. He was doing to me what he’d done to that cherry. Fuck!
My panties were sliding down, down, down, and off. No one had ever done this to me. Truthfully, I was the only one who had ever given myself an orgasm and I always stopped probably a bit short because the intensity always frightened me. The few sexual partners I’d had were more interested in getting themselves off than even figuring out where the clit was. But Tommy Ferrano was in between my legs, tongue swirling around my girlie parts, and my eyes were rolling into the back of my head. He sure knew where it was. And I was about to go off like a hand grenade with the pin pulled out.
Holy shit that felt intense! He flicked the covers off and now I didn’t just feel it, I could see it. He looked up at me, twirled his tongue, sucked inward, and then he gave me the sexiest smile I’d ever seen in my whole damn life. He was the ice cream parlor guy right now, my fantasy come true. Messy bedhead, twinkling eyes pale brown looking sparkly almost like quartz or something, all muscles and male scent coming off him. Was I dreaming? My head rolled back and my back arched and I let out a squeak as sensation rolled through me.
Tommy
She was like heaven, wrapped tight around my tongue. She had a tight shaved pussy that, when I spread her folds apart, was so pink and perfect that taking those panties off felt like Christmas morning. She tasted a little like pineapple. What was even more amazing was the way she was responding. I’d woken up at dawn with her sprawled across me, looking, feeling, and smelling gorgeous. It was the longest uninterrupted sleep that I could remember. I was always up two or three times a night but I’d slept 7 hours straight and woke up with this goddess draped over me, her silky hair fanned out across my shoulder, her fingertips touching one of my nipples, her hot palm had skated across my skin and she’d let out a sleepy moan as I’d run my fingers through her hair. So I’d flipped her over and kissed my way down the shirt and nestled between her legs while I pushed those silky black panties down. She was so responsive, moaning in her sleep and spreading her legs for me. She tasted so good, sounded so sweet when she moaned, and she was mine, moaning for me. Something about that just called to me on a deep level.
When her eyes had opened and she looked so flushed but didn’t pull away, instead arched and let out that hard shudder and high pitched “Ah!” it was perfection. My hand slid up and cupped a breast, feeling the silky tip harden under my touch. Fuck, I had to be inside of her. Now.
Tia
After giving me the most intense orgasm I’d ever had and the only orgasm I’d ever had not alone, he rose up my body and settled directly on top of me, looking at me with a smile on his face. I was wide-eyed and probably red faced and more than anything, I was freaking scared. The earth had just shattered and I was in pieces. If I was red-faced, it was because I was embarrassed. He’d caught me off guard, doing this to me while I slept. And I was afraid because I didn’t know what was next.
He reached down, not breaking eye contact with me, and freed his erection from his underwear. I was about to protest but in an instant, he’d pushed inside of me, hard and to the root. His eyes sparkled as I winced. He still had my gaze locked with his.
“Not a virgin,” he whispered, “but close.”
I closed my eyes and chewed my lip, absorbing the feel of him and at the same time continuing to let the horror sink in.
“Tell me, baby girl,” he whispered huskily in my ear, “Anybody ever make you come like that?”
I would’ve gulped but I couldn’t swallow. I stared at the ceiling, to avoid his face. My face was beet red, I was sure, but I had goose bumps everywhere, too.
“Good,” he whispered against my forehead and then kissed it, “Might as well have been a virgin then. I want to gut anyone who has had their sorry excuse for a cock inside you.” He grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him, then said, “Play your cards right and this big hard cock is the only one you’ll ever have inside you again.” The seriousness on his face struck fear down in my gut. Then his tongue was in my mouth. I wanted to pull away. I didn’t want to taste myself on him. But he wasn’t letting me move. He kept pushing deep into me down below, his tongue tracing across my lips, darting inside. His lips were strong, demanding.
“Wrap your arms and legs around me, baby,” he whispered.
I was frozen.
“Now,” he grunted and my arms and legs obeyed him. I didn’t want this but if I fought it I was sure it would turn violent and happen anyway.
“Ahhh, you feel so good Athena; you are a goddess. You’re so fucking tight,” He grunted this into my neck.
I just laid there, letting him do that to me. I felt like I was splitting in two. Half of me felt what he was doing to me and it felt good, so good. This must be what sex was really supposed to feel like, except that it was missing the emotional component and probably shouldn’t have this fear component. Under my hands I felt his muscles ripple. Under my calves I felt his butt clench as he drove into me. His body was so muscular and strong. This wasn’t a boy; this was a man, a man who knew how to make me feel good, a man I was petrified of.
The other half of me wanted to float away somewhere else. If I’d risen above my body and looked down I’d have seen that my eyes were staring at the ceiling, wet with unshed tears. This sensation in my body was real and it was intense but it wasn’t what I wanted to feel. I wanted to disappear into thin air. I thought back to my fantasies about him and felt real remorse for ever wanting to be underneath him. I started to sob. Loud.
He started pushing harder and harder and then gyrated his hips and hit something inside of me that made me jolt. My mouth was wide and I’d let out a little moan and staggered breaths and my legs were shaking --- hard. Suddenly he grabbed me roughly by the hair and held my cheek to his cheek. I let out a cry of pain and then he came inside of me, moaning loud and the sound of that, it made every nerve in my body prickle. Then he fell limply onto me, out of breath.
“Fuck!” he growled into my ear, and then nuzzled hard all over my face and neck and chest, rubbing his rough stubbly face all over me. It made goose bumps rise all over my body again. He ripped the shirt I had on wide open and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth and moaned loudly. Then he let go and gathered me to him and flipped over, holding me tight against his side, brushing my hair away from my face with his fingertips on one hand and sliding his fingers from behind though the moisture between my legs with the other hand. I shuddered.
“Good morning, gorgeous,” his voice was husky, sleepy. He leaned over so I could see his face and gave me a dazzling smile while he kept rubbing with his fingers. His fluid was leaking out of me as he continued to rub rhythmically back and forth over the seam of my vagina and spreading it all over that area.
I started breathing shallowly again as sensation began to re-build. I think my eyes were rolling back into my head again and I was inches away from coming again. I fisted the bed sheet. But then he pulled his hand away, “Naw, you’ve had enough for now. Wouldn’t wanna spoil you. But I could get used to waking up like this, huh?” He kissed me behind my earlobe and then sucked my earlobe into his mouth for a second and made a victorious-sounding growl in my ear.
I think I must’ve looked back at him like he was an alien or something because he waited for a beat, eyeing me, then burst out laughing. He gave my bottom a stinging slap while biting his lower lip, and then pulled away from me, getting out of bed,
“Aren’t you full of surprises?” he
asked, crawling backwards out of the bed until he stood at the foot of it and looked down at me, naked and his body glistening a little bit with sweat, “I know vanilla is your favorite flavor but just so you know, that’s probably the one and only time you’ll ever get it,” he winked at me and sauntered, naked, to the bathroom. I heard the shower spring to life.
I bolted upright, feeling my heart pound against my chest and my eyes scanned the room.
I have got to get out of here. Could I make a run for it now and get away from this psycho?
My dress was in his bathroom, ripped. My shoes were still here on the floor but all I had on was his blue dress shirt. I threw the covers back and my panties were still around one of my ankles. I pulled them out of the mess of tangled up sheets and went into his walk-in closet and rifled through drawer after drawer, looking for pants. I found a drawer of t-shirts and took one and put it on. I took another and used it to wipe the mess between my legs. I threw it toward a hamper and it missed. I pulled a pair of Tommy’s track pants out of another drawer and put them on, rolling the cuffs up until they were to my knees. I decided to abandon my killer heels. I never wanted to see them again after the day I had wearing them. The water was still running and my vagina was still throbbing with raw sensation.
I grabbed my purse from where it’d been tossed on the floor last night, darted out of the bedroom, tying the drawstring around the waist of the pants as I ran, and took off down the stairs. I dashed out the front door and a house alarm started instantly and piercingly betraying me. Then I saw the Michael Clarke Duncan-looking guy leaning against Tommy’s car, doing something on his phone. His chin lifted and then he was looking right at me.
My heart thudded wildly. Damn it; I hadn’t thought this through. He quirked his eyebrows up, clearly aware I was trying to escape and probably taking in my disheveled appearance and probably frantic look. This place was gated all the way around, by the looks of it. The guy stepped away from the car and headed in my direction. I couldn’t see how I’d get out with the property being gated and even if I’d found a way out what would happen to my father? I had a feeling I didn’t know the whole story and one wrong move and it could mean he got killed and I would never even find out the whole story. I certainly didn’t want to piss this big scary guy off so I put my head down, turned around, and headed back into the house. When I closed the door I leaned against it, breathless. I stood there for a minute, my mind racing.