Dear Readers,
The following story ended up being a little longer than I feel comfortable writing (so this feels like a milestone) which is why I've split it into 10 chapters to make it an easier read. I take satisfaction in the fact that I'm submitting a complete story and hope it also turns out to be a good one.
Enjoy!
Subdued_Passion
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"What the hell did you think you were doing?"
He slammed me hard against the wall. I doubt he realised he was hurting me. He was just so mad.
"Answer me!"
What was I going to say? That I was scared or uncertain? I mean, I was still trying to understand it all myself, so what kind of explanation was I supposed to offer him.
"Max please, I said I'm sorry." I whimpered.
He seemed unaffected. The rage emanating from his big and strong body felt real enough to scorch me. And yet it was that very sensation which would make want to sink into him; I may not have seen him mad like this before, but the sensation of feeling like I was on fire when in his presence was not. This was familiar, this was Max.
"Baby..."
"Don't." He harshly ground the word out through his teeth.
I wanted to look at him. I wanted to see his face, to look into his eyes to gauge what could possibly be going through his head. But he had me pressed up against the wall with my back towards him. I tried to crane my neck to look back at him but he acted quickly; he used his right hand to hold both my wrists behind my back while keeping my cheek pressed against the surface of the wall by covering the side of my face with the palm of his left hand; he'd made sure that I had no room for movement.
Fuming mad, he held me tightly to him. I could feel him all around me and it made me dizzy. I've always felt a thrill over the kind of power Max exerted over me.
"Max, please." I begged even as he pressed into me harder still. There was no doubt that he was angry, but I began to grow hopeful because I could hear him inhaling deeply; he was trying to calm himself. At that point the entire weight of his body was crushing me against the wall. His head was pressed against the back of mine causing his ragged and uneven breaths to tease the fine hair on the back of my neck.
He shifted a bit, I could tell as I could no longer feel his hardness pressed against my back. The distinct sound of a zipper explained why. His large hand took a hold of my hip- the grip was firm and then there was no movement, just a stillness I sensed that he may be experiencing some hesitation to follow through on whatever he'd thought to do next.
"No, it ends now." He shouted to himself- it sounded like he was going to act against whatever inner voice was reasoning with him.
He roughly yanked my pants and my panties along with them, down my hips- just low enough to allow him access but not bothering to take them off altogether. It must've been difficult trying to get them off completely while keeping me pinned. Not that I was struggling or fighting him in any way. I was in too much shock to move. I'd never felt so scared and most of all I couldn't believe that Max was going to rape me. I hadn't known him for long but till that point he'd always managed to make me feel safe. I stood immobilized by the shock of the knowledge that I was about to get raped and the worst part was that the thought excited me. I closed my eyes in shame and hoped he didn't realise how much this was turning me on.
He didn't bother checking if I was wet and ready for his thick cock before he began. He didn't bother asking me if this was what I wanted. Considering that I'd wilfully disappeared from his life Max had no reason to think that I would want this in any way. But, it didn't stop him from trying to take what he wanted. I refused to delude myself into thinking it was anything but rape but I knew he could feel evidence to the contrary now coating the tip of his cock as he pushed it against my vaginal opening, readying himself to enter me.
He didn't gradually push in or ease into me as any man with a cock as large as his should, in order to allow the woman to grow used to his girth. No instead, with one forceful thrust he shoved his cock into me as far in as it would go. All things considered I was thankful that I was wet, or else Max would've caused a lot of tearing inside me with his ruthless entry. My body's survival mechanism was kicking in to help me survive the trauma of my rape, at least that's how I explained my arousal to myself.
Once again, he didn't wait for me to adjust to his size. As soon as he was in he began rapidly thrusting into me as deep as he could in the position we were in.
"Ungh, ungh, ungh." He grunted, and then tried to muffle the sounds by sinking his mouth into the joint of my neck and shoulder. I bit my lip to prevent the sound of my own moans from escaping from my mouth. I refused to give him any excuse to believe that I was in any way complicit in my own rape.
His hands forcefully pulled my hips higher, allowing him to fuck me even deeper than he was already. I could tell from the pressure of his fingers on my hips that there would be bruises later. Max continued to piston his cock in and out of me. It felt like he was oblivious to my presence and was pursuing his own climax, which was probably good because I was on the verge of my own and I felt ashamed at the thought of him knowing that he could make me come even while degrading me in this manner.
"Ungh, ungh, ungh, ungh, ungh."
His hips slammed even faster against my butt. I was ready, I was going to come. I suddenly became aware of the fact that my hands were no longer restrained and I was free to move them. So I bit down on one hand while covering my mouth with the other to muffle the sound of my keening as I climaxed.
"Good girl."
I thought I heard Max mumble into my ear. I wasn't certain, but the thought served to quickly clear my head of the post-orgasmic haze I was in and become alert to the fact that Max was inside my unprotected womb getting ready for his own release.
For the first time since it all began I panicked and tried to move away. I pressed my palms against the wall to push him off of me. He understood my intentions and wrapped his hands around my upper body, pinning my hands to my sides while folding me into his embrace. My insides felt a bit raw as his dick continued to pound into me.
"Max, I'm not on birth control." I cried, hoping he'd understand.
"Ungh, ungh, ungh, ungh." He continued to grunt as he rutted into me.
"Max, you CAN'T come in me!" I yelled while trying to pull away from him.
"Ungh, ungh, ungh, ungh, ungh, ungh, ungh."
He continued while holding me to him tighter still. And then his hands released me to grab my hips and pull me hard on to him so that he was deep inside me when he began to shoot his seed deep into my womb.
I was unable to hold back the tears as I felt his cock jerk and spasm while it filled me with its warm release. My body crumpled in defeat unable to hold myself any longer.
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A year ago my world was devoid of Max and then boom he just burst into it from out of nowhere. I was at the local bookstore trying to find something good to read. I'd moved towards the back of the store in my quest when I noticed a rather interesting book on the bottom shelf. Thoughtlessly I bend forward to pick it up and began perusing the pages of the book. It seemed interesting enough so I turned to head to the cashier. At the time I was still looking at the book and not ahead of me so I was shocked when I ran into a wall. Amazingly I managed not to hurt myself as I felt strong hands reach out to steady me. I looked up and realised that the wall I'd ran into was a very tall, young man. He had to be at least a foot taller than me and appeared to be in his late 20s; he looked at me with an amused expression. I muttered my apologies and made to move towards the cashier. That's when I realised that the guy was still holding on to my arms. I glared icily at him and then his hands. He caught my drift and let me go but maintained a smirk on his face as if I was the most amusing thing he had ever come across. I shrugged my shoulders, flipped my hair and walked off to pay for the book.
I stepped out of the bookshop with my purchase and waited at the side of the street to flag down an available cab. I became aware of a large presence next to me and turned to look only to find the guy from earlier. He had blue eyes that appeared to sparkle with mirth in the sunlight. He still had the same smirk plastered over his face that just annoyed me for some reason. I looked away from him but it was hard to ignore him all together.
I was so aware of him and of the fact that he was watching me that it made me fidgety. I thought of moving away from where I was currently standing but didn't because I didn't want him to think that he'd affected me in some way- I didn't want him to have that smug satisfaction. So I did my best to play it cool by just standing there, absolutely still, trying to steady my breathing so that he wouldn't have a clue about how conscious I was of him watching me.
I felt like turning back and glaring at him, maybe even saying something. It was getting really hard to maintain a posture of nonchalance. Fortunately for me just then a cab slowed down across the street. Before I could react the guy stepped in front of me and whistled to the cabbie. When the cab stopped in front of us he held the door open for me and asked, "Where?"
I mumbled my location to the cabbie. The guy leaned against the door before I could get in.
"Hi." He said smiling brightly at me and held out his hand in greeting.
"I'm Max. Have a drink with me."
"Excuse me?" I ask incredulously.
"It doesn't have to be an alcoholic drink, we could go to a juice bar if you preferred."
I noticed that he didn't release my hand at the end of the handshake; instead he caressed the inside of my wrist with his thumb making it difficult for me to focus on what he was saying.
"I can't. I need to be somewhere." I managed to pull my hand away feeling a little flustered.
"Alright," he said letting me get into the cab. He shut the door and leaned down on the window. I noticed the card he held between his fingers. He looked me straight in the eyes- over a period of time I came to realise that this was something he enjoyed doing just to me because it appeared to visibly unnerve me- before he continued.
"That's my number. Don't wait too long before you decide to call me."
He handed me his card and moved away from the door, which was the cabbie's cue to get moving. I mutely stared at the card. He didn't ask me for my name or number. He had seemed rather confident that I would call him. But that's how I've always thought of Max, just confident about everything he did. I admired how he always appeared so sure about himself, unlike me. I've always lacked self-awareness. I put the card away. I doubted I would ever see Max again.
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A few weeks passed and I had pretty much forgotten about Max. I was getting ready to go out on a date, a blind date at that with some guy my friend had set me up with. My love life or lack thereof, was a cause of concern to all except me. It had been two years since my last relationship and my friends were growing concerned that I was going to end up a crazy old cat lady, minus the cats.
