If it weren't for you, I'd be done this by now. The only thing holding me back is your wandering hand traveling up my thigh. Tonight seems so far away. My eyes do their best to focus on the half done resume on the computer screen in front of me. What are my personal traits? I'm pretty damn hot and bothered, what am I qualified for? The voice of the receptionist booming over the speaker interrupts my thoughts to tell everyone that the library will be closing shortly. As we leave the lab, I grab her hand tightly and tug her towards the nearest exit.
"Well aren't you motivated today." She whispers.
I spot a vacant alley up ahead, and push her into the solid wall with authority.
"How could I not be with your lips teasing me for the last hour and 17 minutes?" She looks briefly at my curved smile
"You could learn to control y---" My lips catch the rest of her sentence in a hungry lock. Your hands go from resting on my hips to my ass, pulling my heat into yours.
"Excuse me...girls. Could you please go...practice somewhere a little more...private?" The security guard hardly squeaks out.
"Well I guess I'll just have to help you study the female anatomy else where."
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"My face is up here dear." Placing my fingers in her jaw line, moving her gaze to meet mine
"I can't help it, sorry. Hey...I bought this new Cd the other day, want to listen to it?"
"Okay. Sure. Where is it?"
"Oh, down in my room. C'mon."
New Cd. Right.
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"Ever notice how I can't come to your house without ending up in your bedroom? Even when we were "just friends"...will you stop eye raping me long enough for us to carry on a civil conversation please?" I giggle out.
"Will you stop talking long enough for me to rape you?" You snapped back.
"You mean eye rape me?"
"No."
I lick my lips. A nervous habit.
You kiss me, pushing my back against your headboard as well as your thigh between mine.
"No, stop." I struggle and try to push you away, but you grab my wrists with a grip that scorns my skin.
I shout again over the loud thud of my head and arms slamming against the sturdy headboard. Then I saw the rope.
"Don't, please no."
"Shut your pretty little mouth. You know you can't fight me." You snarl, with so much authority it makes me tremble. Covering my mouth with my bandana, you continue.
"I've seen the way you look at me. You deserve this. This is your punishment."
I cry out in pain, and pleasure I refuse to show, as she binds my wrists tightly to the posts, burning my vulnerable skin. Locking eyes with me, she slowly moves down my body. A sharp gasp escapes my lips as she lifts up my shirt, exposing some of my most intimate skin, and biting down. Working your way up, I feel your other hand start moving up my inner thigh, just as slow and teasing as your kissing, causing me to squirm and struggle against the ropes. Making it hurt more.
"Don't. I mean it. Stop!" I scream, trying to sound as convincing as I could.
The bandana had fallen moments before, allowing me to finally breath through my mouth again. I was concentrating so much on what her hand was doing I was surprised when her lips had finally reached the tender skin of my neck, raping my flesh.
Digging your nails deep into my thigh you growl so close to my ear that I can feel the heat of your breath. "I told you to shut the fuck up. Don't speak. Don't move. Tonight, your body is all mine. You're going to be screaming for me to stop."
Before I could even think of responding, I feel your hands tugging at my belt, getting it undone within seconds and moving onto the button. You tell me to lift my hips up so you can slip off my pants and I obey your command right away. Leaning forward, your lips press lightly against mine, teasing me with the tip of your tongue. Once again, I feel your hand sliding up my thigh, tracing slowly over the marks your nails left earlier, making then sting again. My breathing speeds up as your hand reaches the hem of my panties. You place your fingers against my slit and stop kissing me, only long enough to watch my face as you begin rubbing my clit in slow circular motions. A soft moan is forced through my lips encouraging you even more.
Pressing harder and forcing longer moans, through kisses on my neck you say in a breathy voice I almost don't recognize, "I don't hear you protesting now, do I?"
"Finish me. Please..." I whimper, writhing under your body.