The house wasn't far, thankfully. June held tight to Jeremiah and thought about what was to come. She fantasized about how he would fuck her, how she could please him. She thought about her weekend and her life and how she had ended up on this motorcycle. She thought about her apartment, messy, the week's laundry waiting to be switched into the dryer. She remembered her evening had seemed so ordinary, eating dinner alone in front of the television, having a cocktail while getting ready. Feeling disappointed, but also relieved, when Sophia had bailed on their plans. How much different her night would have been if Sophia had been there. June pressed her cheek against Jeremiah's back, between his shoulder blades, feeling his muscles contract and release with the weight and shift of his bike. She inhaled his smell -- salt masked in smoke.
Jeremiah's thoughts raced considerably faster. He knew a few boys would still be awake and thought about how to sneak June in. That's not to say the dogs didn't openly bring back playthings every now and then, but June was different. He clenched his jaw at the idea of someone else touching her. He would have to cross that bridge when he got to it. An image of John using her in the backseat flashed to his mind. His molars ground together.
After a short ride, a large structure materialized out of the darkness. Jeremiah immediately counted the number of bikes in front. It seemed only about half of the boys made it home that night. He was relieved. He pulled up and let the motor die. He climbed off and then lifted June like a little doll.
"I don't have to remind you again how this will go if you don't listen to me."
June nodded and bowed her head. He lifted her chin.
"I will protect you. You're mine." His voice was firm, yet she saw apprehension in his eyes. He took her wrist and pulled her behind him up to the house. Lights were on in the kitchen, so Jeremiah guided June through the living room hoping to avoid anyone else. They reached a closed door and Jeremiah exhaled intensely after they entered and closed the door behind them. June looked around and her first thought was how clean the bedroom was. Minimal furniture. Bed made. Substantially nicer than what she had seen of the rest of the house.
Jeremiah wasted no time to pick June up and throw her on the bed. She unconsciously whined in surprise. Jeremiah climbed on top of her and forced his palm over her mouth. He told her to be quiet. Keeping his hand on her mouth, he forced his other hand in between her legs. He thrust three rough fingers deep into her pussy and she couldn't help but moan loudly beneath his muzzle. His palm lifted from her mouth and slapped her, hard, across the cheek. She looked up at him fearfully and instinctively started pushing against him, pressing her back into the mattress.
"I asked you to be quiet..." His voice was soft, but his body felt unyielding and heavy on top of her. Jeremiah glimpsed a bit of light leave June's eyes, replaced with defiance and hurt. He had made a mistake being so severe so soon, but punishing her had made him hard almost instantly.
"Please do what I ask and please don't scream..." He reminded her of this request, repeated hours earlier. He bent to her ear. "Will you scream?" He trailed wet kisses down her neck.
She shook her head and he slowly removed his hands. After confirming that she had no intention of screaming, he stood up and began to undress. His broad chest was covered in dark ink. He was incredibly muscular, more so than he appeared dressed. The flesh of his stomach was rough with scars -- many round, like cigars, but also jagged streaks across his abdomen. Questions for another time. His cock strained against his jeans. He unzipped and threw them, along with his boxers, aside. He stood still, naked, predatory.
"Undress," he demanded flatly.
June rose to her knees and let his vest slide from her shoulders. She knew it could not be discarded with the rest of her clothes so she held it out for Jeremiah to take. He cursed himself for letting her wear it -- if someone had seen. He draped it over a chair by the door then turned back to watch her. She pulled the dress over her head. She unclasped her bra and tossed both items to the floor. She waited submissively for his instruction. Jeremiah saw her beauty for the first time. Not only her wonderful figure, but her willingness to obey him and desire to please him. God, the things he could do with her lovely little body.
He walked to the dresser and rummaged through the top drawer. It sounded like he was sifting through many heavy objects, making way more noise than her moan, June thought. He finally pulled a long zip tie from the drawer. He approached her, unsure how she would react. Trying to hide a smirk, she pushed her wrists together and held them up to him. He saw that flicker of quiet defiance in her eyes and let out a sound something between a laugh and a scoff. After that, he felt he had permission to do exactly as he pleased.
He fastened her wrists in front of her without considering how tight they were secured. He pushed her back onto the bed and shoved her bound hands above her head. She knew to keep them there, but the rigid plastic bit hard. He used his knee to open her legs and she obliged eagerly. Jeremiah thought of her struggle against John earlier and wondered how far he could take her without a fight. He also wondered how much fight she had in her.
He ran his palms down her stomach, calluses dragging along her supple skin, then lower to her thighs. With one hand applying pressure to her hip, again, he forcefully drove three fingers deep inside her -- he wanted to test her willpower to keep quiet. She inhaled sharply, but held back any real noise. He looked up to her face, saw her watching him attentively, her arms still above her head and her breasts pulled taut. He was impressed, satisfied. Good girl.
He had waited all fucking night to plunge his cock into this beautiful woman, and he could hardly wait any longer. Yet he moved with slow precision to take his fingers from her pussy and placed either hand beside her shoulders so his large frame was suspended above her. He was so much larger than June, he blocked out the light from the ceiling fixture. She lay there in darkness, breathing erratically, looking expectantly into his eyes. She dared not speak as her cheek still tingled from his palm. She felt fixed to the bed. A blush burned on her face as she thought of his restraint and his silence. What did he want?
"Please," she whispered.
Jeremiah felt an instant disgust. His posture hardened and he clenched the sheets with white knuckles. She had used the same shit on John in that backseat and she thought it would work on him, too. He narrowed his eyes and examined her body lying beneath him. This woman was his. He could use her and punish her how he saw fit.
"Mm. Are you my birthday present, too?" His voice was unmoved, his attitude indifferent. His gaze floated above her head and rested on the headboard.
Panic rose in June's belly. She was holding her breath without realizing it and suddenly exhaled with anxiety. They lay in silence for moment. She couldn't bear it.
"Jeremiah?"
"June." His tone was that of a disappointed father. He ultimately looked down into her eyes and raised his eyebrows as though he expected something of her. He gradually lowered his body until his chest just grazed her nipples -- they hardened instantly. Goosebumps flooded her stomach, breasts, and shoulders. His stubble scrubbed her cheek as he leaned close to her ear. He hesitated before speaking, but then spoke rapidly and with purpose. "I am not some man you picked up in a bar. This will not be a one-night stand. And whispering 'please' like some fucking schoolgirl will not get me off. Do you understand?"
