Everyone has limits; points beyond which rational thought escapes them and instinct takes over. He found his limit at 2am in a bar, his hands on her wrists pinning her to a wall as they kissed, music blaring, people dancing and drinking all around them but nothing existed for him but her lips, her tongue, her body pressed between his and the wall. This kiss, forbidden and wrong as it was, eclipsed all others that had gone before it in his life; but even that wasn't where he found his limit. That came just as the kiss broke.
She bit him. She bit his lip while she looked up into his eyes, small wrists pinned beside her. From that point his descent was inevitable. It wasn't the first time that freedom from her boyfriend had combined with post-work drinks and lead to them embracing in some dark corner of a bar. But it was the first time he had held her so firmly, let out a little of his honest nature and pinned her.
It was now the Monday after, and like the all the other times that they had kissed it was like nothing had happened. They were back to being 'pals', workmates, but something had changed for him and he knew it, he was possessed of a desire for her that outstripped simple need or hunger. He sat across from her all morning, in amongst their team, working, or that was how it looked, but in reality his mind was focused solely on her, the wonderful curves of her body, her ginger hair, how big her eyes were when she looked up at him with her teeth clenched onto his lip-
"Is everything okay Carl?" He was snapped from his reverie by her voice, he had been staring out of the window, for how long? He couldn't even guess.
"Hmm? Oh, yes, yes I'm fine Layla." He replied looking across at her. On his desk his fists clenched and unclenched, a tension filling him from the proximity to her. He stood and walked around the other side of the office, anywhere to get away from her and the need she brings out in him. He paced back and forth but that didn't help, he stopped and leaned against the door to a small meeting room, closed his eyes and breathed deep, trying to focus, seeking some kind of inner calm.
He took another deep breath and could smell...her? He opened his eyes and she was stood before him, a sly smile on her face. "What's going on? Why are you stood here like a lunatic with your eyes closed?" Carl just looked at her silently for a moment, all attempts at clarity and peace rushing away from him. He reached out with one hand and took her by the wrist while the other reached behind him and opened the meeting room door; he pulled her through and pushed the door closed behind him.
The room was in darkness, blinds drawn, lights out. Carl pushed her against the wall and stood before her, "You can't do this you know Layla, you can't place your teeth on me, make me want you like this and then act like nothing has changed." He leaned into her and pressed his lips against hers, she wriggled and put her hands on his chest and pushed firmly,
"Carl! No, this isn't right, stop it!" Her hands pressed on his chest harder, trying to force a space between them but he stood firm. He put his hands around her wrists, feeling her pulse under his palms, and pushed her hands away from him up above her head and held them against the wall, his body now pressing hard into her, standing over her looking down into her eyes,
"Please Carl" she said in a shaky, trembling voice, "Please stop it, you're scaring me."
"You pushed me to this, Layla" He replied quietly then he forced his mouth to hers and kissed her roughly. Carl moved her wrists ontop of each other so he could hold her hands above her head with one hand and while he kissed her, he moved the other down to her neck and pushed on her throat holding her in place. Layla struggled, keeping her mouth closed and desperately trying to pull her hands free. He moved his hand down from her neck to her chest, revelling in the ability to touch her freely, he pulled at her top freeing it from her skirt and pushed his hand under it.
His fingers ran up her skin until his hand covered one cup of her bra, he squeezed and growled into his forced kiss. Her pushed a knee between her legs and forced her legs apart, he felt and heard her whimper onto his lips and she shook her head from side to side. Carl opened his lips slightly and took her bottom lip between his teeth and bit down hard, a savage grin on his face as he tasted the smallest drop of blood. Layla opened her mouth to scream and he put his hand over it, freeing her wrists, he span her around to face the wall and used his free hand to pull up her skirt.
Layla struggled, pushing her hands against the wall trying to lever herself away but he was too strong, his body pressed into her from behind as his hand forced its way up her skirt. His nails scratched her thighs and when his hand reached her underwear he pressed his fingers on her and she felt him stiffen against her. She started to shout into his hand, the sounds muffled, as she felt his hand push into her pants and rub along her lips. His fingertips pushed her lips apart and her started to rub her clit as he grinded himself against her bum. His mouth was pressed against her ear as he forced his touch on her,
"You don't get to be his and not mine, Layla, I want you, you can't deny me this." He slid a finger inside her, his thumb pressing and rubbing on her clit while he held her against the wall. His cock was hard and pressing on her from behind. Layla felt fear and shame as his strength rendered her helpless and at his mercy. She felt him kiss and bite her neck and against all her wishes she felt his finger move more easily inside her.
