"Mmmmmm, that feels good," Sophie moaned as Mike flicked at her earlobe lightly with his tongue before moving to suck the side of her neck, causing her to writhe against him in pleasure, her eyes shut as she reveled in the sensations he provoked in her.
The last few weeks had been utterly perfect - Mike had been nothing but sweet and attentive, and him continually telling her how hot she looked was definitely something she could get used to. They'd spent nearly every day since his party at his house each afternoon, making out passionately for hours, taking full advantage of the fact that both his parents worked late hours. Could life get any better?
The feel of Mike's cool hand against her skin, sliding its way up her shirt jolted her out of her reverie. She wriggled away from him, removing his hand from under her shirt with her own.
"Hey there, easy big guy!"
"Aw c'mon babe," Mike pleaded, nibbling at her earlobe as he spoke.
"No, I told you, I'm not ready yet," she said, placing his hand firmly on her hip.
"Oh, fine," he grumbled, his facial expression indicating his general displeasure at the situation.
Sophie leaned in and kissed him lightly on the lips.
"Awww, don't be such a sour puss. Let me make you feel better." With that, she kissed him again, this time a longer, hotter kiss, full of tongue. She had just begun to lose herself in the kiss when she felt Mike's hand move away from her hip and back to the hem of her shirt.
"Mike, cut it out! I told you, I'm not ready!"
His reaction caught her off-guard. His face had become dark with anger, and, without warning, he had flipped her so that she lay flat on her back, her hands pinned together in one of his. Suddenly she became acutely aware of how powerless she felt, especially when she took Mike's muscular physique into comparison. Her heart began to race as she mentally tried to calm herself down, trying her best to school her fear.
"You little bitch," he growled, "you've been nothing but a cock-tease these last few weeks and I've been patient with you, but I've had enough of your fucking bullshit. Someone needs to teach you a lesson."
He used his free hand to roughly push her shirt up and immediately began pawing at her breast, pinching her nipple hard enough to bring tears to her eyes and causing her to gasp in pain.
"You like that don't you, you bitch. You pretend to be so innocent and pure but I know you're begging for it, you're fucking begging for it. I can see it in your eyes."
Sophie struggled to think coherently, to articulate the terror she was currently experiencing, but her mind had gone blank. It seemed as if she had shut down completely, become incapable of thought or action, almost as though she were observing the scene from afar, icily detached from everything around her. She ceased wriggling, even as Mike continued to maul her breasts, and one hand began to slip down under the ww aistband of her jeans.
