She'd dressed casually and comfortably, followed the winding instructions to his farmhouse, and stepped out of the car. The evening that awaited her was one that would be replayed over and over in her head, and would open the door to many new experiences for her.
The first of those new experiences came shortly after dinner. They'd had a very relaxing night, dinner was delicious, and the wine incredible. After the dishes had been cleared they'd relaxed with the wine left over from dinner, and the conversation had taken them idly from one subject to the next, none of them carrying much depth, but all of them satisfying their hazy minds. Truth be told, Debbie had drank far more wine this evening than he had, and she was enjoying the warmth that settled and swirled in the pit of her stomach. Before the night was over, Jake had sprawled out on the couch, his boots kicked off, with Debbie sitting on the floor in front of him, leaning against the couch. The calm was comforting, and not the least bit awkward, and his hand had strayed to her shoulder, where it rested, and occasionally slipped through her hair. Her eyes closed, and she focused on the sensations his fingers were producing. She loved the way his fingers would grab at her hair. Every so often it seemed like he forgot what was going on around him, and his fingers would tangle in her hair and tug, sending a chill of excitement through her. She was always disappointed when he pulled his hand away.
"Have you ever wondered where you belong in life?" It was the first either of them had spoken in a long time and it took a moment to clear her mind enough to concentrate on the question.
"What do you mean?"
He paused a moment before he answered, collecting his thoughts, and absentmindedly winding her hair around his fingers again. All at once he was on his feet and crouching down in front of her. "Think about it, sitting down there on the floor, why are you sitting there, instead of up beside me? Why did you clean up the dishes tonight, without me ever even asking you? Why did you jump to get my coffee this morning, after your shift was over?" He fired questions at her continuously, and it was difficult to wrap her half drunk mind around them. "I don't know, is there a right answer here?" She laughed softly, only to look up and find his eyes serious. Him being this close to her was definitely having an effect on her. She could feel his breath on her neck, and she struggled not to reach out and kiss him then and there.
He pulled her up by her arms and walked her backwards until she was flat up against the wall. His eyes searched hers until she was forced to look away from him. "Have you ever been taken, by a strong man, so forcefully that you didn't know if you had any control in the situation at all?" Before she could get out an answer to the question his lips were on hers, pressing down until her lips opened and his tongue sought hers, before pushing it aside, and exploring her teeth. It was over much too soon, and he pulled back just as suddenly as he had begun. Her body was completely alive now, aware of every spot his fingers were touching her. She was perfectly aware of the feel of his breath on the tip of her nose as he pulled away, and she could feel very distinctly his bulge pressing through his jeans into her stomach.
He pulled her arms up over her head, and grabbed both wrists in his big hand. His right hand slid slowly down her arm until he was at the top of her breast. He watched her intently, judging everything about the situation, her heavy breathing, the way her eyes were half closed, the way her hands were literally limp in his grasp. He reached back and pulled the small pocket knife from his jeans. Her eyes opened wider as he flicked the knife open and put it gently to her collar bone. She could feel the blade pressing into her skin, and then felt as it slid farther down her exposed cleavage. She didn't know if she was excited or scared at this point.
"Have you ever knelt at a mans feet?" The knife slid slowly down her top, slicing the button away easily and she watched as it fell to the floor. "Have you ever submitted totally to his will?" The blade slipped farther down, and the next two buttons fell. She could feel the familiar hot moisture collecting between her legs and her body moved trying to press against his, but he held her fast to the wall. "What if I told you, that tonight, I would make you mine, and that you would never forget it?" His knife finished its slow path down her shirt and she could feel the cool breeze hitting her bare skin. She opened her mouth to answer, but realized she had no moisture in her throat, and it came out a jumbled croak. He grinned slyly and watched her for a moment before he tightened his grip on her wrists and turned to walk away, dragging her behind him. She struggled to keep up with him in this awkward position. Her mind was racing. She didn't know if she should be scared, or turned on. Her body seemed to know, though, because she could feel the way her entire body was alive with excitement. She knew there'd be a damp spot in her jeans by the time he got to wherever he was going. She decided for the moment, on excitment.
When he stopped, she barely had time to glance around her before the darkness enveloped her. She felt him tying the cloth behind her head, and she licked her lips slowly in anticipation. His hands came roughly at first, yanking the shirt from her shoulders, then softened only briefly as he unhooked the bra behind her back. Before she knew what was happening, he had her on the bed, and was sliding her jeans from around her legs. She wondered if he could see the moisture collecting between her thighs.
