Chapter 5

I was dimly aware of him pulling off my dress; I heard it ripping as he impatiently jerked the zipper off. With his mouth moving over me, driving me crazy, I was barely sensible to his movements as he guided me to the richly carpeted floor. I pulled his shirt off, running my hands over his surprisingly well-muscled chest. Rising up over me on his powerful arms, he breathed heavily, shuddering as he stared at my full breasts, then he shifted, his large hands kneading, teasing, pinching my nipples...

I moaned, arching towards him inspite of myself. It was as though I had no control over my body, a body that was crying to be possessed by this stranger, with his experienced hands roving all over my body, finding the soft, hidden spots that even I had been unaware of.

He slipped his clever fingers inside me, making me cry out in surprise, in wonder. There was a low grunt as he felt the creamy wetness in me and I blushed as his pale grey-blue eyes blazed with passion and he captured my mouth again. As he toyed with my secret, sensitive core, his clever fingers slipping in and out, I moved blindly, powerless to resist this man. He lowered himself and whispered hoarsely,

"You like this, eh?'

I nodded unable to speak, my long hair tangling in his hands as he seized my head, holding me still.

 I was writing on the carpet now, unashamedly. My body was powerless to resist this stranger who knew how to touch me in those places I had never known, existed. Whimpering, I tried to pull him closer but his keen grey gaze, narrowed and watchful, held me prisoner.

Only the sounds of my panting and his heavy breathing filled that room and I was oblivious to anything else as I lay beneath him, his touch turning me into a thing of clay, totally under his power.

Suddenly, when I was on the verge of exploding, he removed his wet fingers and brought them to my lips.

“Suck,’ he commanded and dear God, I obeyed him, my eyes mutely urging him to continue.

"You have to beg for it, little girl,' he said, his voice a hoarse rumble and I could feel his erect member pressing against my thigh, damp with pre-cum.

I shook my head and tried to take his hands, tried to place them where they belonged, inside me, playing with me.

But he was stronger.

Pinning my arms to my sides, he loomed over me and repeated, harshly,

"Say it!" he commanded, roughly, “Go on. Beg me. Say please, Sir!"

I tried to turn my face away, I wouldn't bend but the urgency in me was demanding release and in desperation, I turned to him, eyes wide with passion and desperation. hips undulating helplessly.

Surrendering, I whispered, "Please, Sir! PLEASE!!!"

Giving a shout of triumph, he thrust himself into me as I raised my hips to welcome his forceful penetration, his harsh mouth descending on mine and I was lost.

*

Afterwards, I lay, utterly spent, feeling as though a thunderbolt had hit me.

The quick coupling with the boy in the back of the truck had left me feeling like a disgusted, painful mess.

But this...this was like a violent yet immensely pleasurable experience. I lay, exhausted, still gasping softly. THIS was what could happen between a man and a woman. Dear God!

My eyes flickered open and I found myself staring straight into a pair of highly amused eyes the colour of the blue seas.

"Never been there, before, eh?" he drawled, not unkindly, a hand moving to stroke my taut nipple and I stiffened.

I shuddered and shook my head, mutely. I wasn't sure that I would be able to speak. My body felt heavy and languorous.

All I could manage was to close my eyes and slip back into a world where I felt as though I was floating. Every part of my body felt alive, there were muscles that felt sore and tender but the pleasure I had just experienced! I gasped softly at the wonderment of it and my eyelids fluttered open to stare once again at the man who had made it happen. His gaze was intent on me, his big body trapping me. A heavy leg lay across my thighs, restraining me.

Along with it came a horrid thought; would he think I was the kind of girl who made a habit of tumbling onto the carpet and making love with every man I met?

But even as I parted my lips to explain, he silenced me.

With a practised finger, he slowly trailed a path from my forehead to my mouth, lingering on my lips. I opened my mouth wordlessly and with a snarl, he lowered his head, kissing me roughly, dominating me, and thrusting his tongue into my mouth.

Without hesitation, my hands sank into his muscled upper arms, digging my nails into his strong back. My body had felt sore just a while before but now, once again, every fibre of mine was alive and longing to be claimed by this stranger. That was the magical power he had over me.

My hands slid into his thick hair, pulling him closer. He suddenly broke the kiss, drawing his head back, his eyes raking my face breathing hard, studying me intently, almost angrily.

"Tease!" he growled, "Little tease!"

And then laughing softly, he ran his finger from my mouth down my body, skittering over my breasts, my stomach, till he reached the mound between my legs. I whimpered, my body on fire for him, mutely begging him to enter me: he laughed, lowering his head to my neck, biting me gently at first and then with urgency, his mouth moving down, nipping me, arousing me.

I writhed on the carpet as the feeling increased.

Again, just as suddenly, with shocking abruptness, he stopped and rolled away. His back was to me as he spoke brusquely.

The question he asked took me by shock.

'How many men have you slept with, little girl? '