Dont Make Me Bruise My Fruit

I saw you at the club and had made my move. I was charming and flirty and buying us regular rounds of shots and cocktails. You felt alive and enjoyed being pleasantly pursued by this much older guy.

At around Midnight I lean into your ear and ask if you want to head back to my place. You blush and turn me down, using the excuse that you have work in the morning.

You then get up suddenly, saying that you should go get your coat, before heading towards the coat check.

"That's no problem" I cheerily respond "I've got to catch a flight tomorrow morning, I'll drop you home."

You make to decline but I'm already standing up, throwing a £50 on the table to cover the drinks and moving with you towards the cloak room. My hand is on the small of your back, imperceptible to most, but ensuring to me that you don't get away.

Being much older and smarter dressed than any other guy in the club, I had other opportunities presented to me this night but once I clocked your pretty face, big doey eyes and those huge tits, you were mine. Like an old Lion sizing up his prey, you fell in with my easy confidence and charming conversation.

"Give me your ticket hon" I ask and moving to the front of the queue hold it with a £20 note for the attendant to see. They momentarily hesitate thinking of the other people waiting in line but take the money and hurriedly hand me your coat.

"Thank you" I respond and we leave the nightclub. From you threatening to bail on the night to standing outside in the cold seems to happen in a blur, but to me was co-ordinated to ensure you didn't have time to think and no others could intervene in my plans to isolate you.

"Let me help you with this" I say holding up the coat. You smile, reassured by my gentlemanly actions. The cold air causes your nipples to pop, moving your chest from a welcoming mass to two defined breasts that desperately need sucking.

You push your shoulders back and I slide the coat up your arms and around you. The movement pushes your chest forward giving even more form to a body that I fully intend to strip and ravage tonight whether you like or not.

"The car is just this way" I intimate as we move away from the club and the perception of safety. Walking on the outside of you, I throw a benevolent arm around your shoulder and rub up and down to introduce some warmth.

"It's certainly dropped hasn't it? We'll get you home soon and heat you up". You feel safe and comforted and lean further into me as we walk. You smell my cologne, seems expensive, Tom Ford perhaps?

I open the door of my car and you sweep into the embrace of the heated leather interior. Closing the door behind you, I move to the other side and enter. The central locking comes on at the press of a button and we pull into the traffic.

You feel safe. You feel warm. You feel in control.

"Thank you for this" you say and then looking round add "err I live that way".

"I don't care where you live. You're coming back to my flat tonight and I'm going to do what I want to you, when I want to."

There was a steeliness and determination to my words and I don't even look at you as I speak.

"But" you begin to say as my actions suddenly click into place and you realise how utterly naïve you have been. From feeling respected and safe, panic suddenly grips you and the danger of your situation manifests itself almost immediately.

In an instant my left hand is on your slender throat, forcing your decorative choker into your flesh as my big fingers tighten and my thumb applies pressure onto your windpipe. You gasp, immediately terrified but unsure if it's from the tightness on your trachea or the icy calmness at which I am choking you. The car doesn't swerve or drop its speed and my voice remains completely unchanged.

"No buts hon, I don't care about your work or your commitments. I made a choice and an investment in you tonight and my investments always pay up".

I chillingly continue.

"I have needs and I intend for your pretty mouth, those massive tits and that trim tight pussy that I know you have, to service my needs. All of them. Only then will you be free to go if I so decide it."

"Do as I say and we can have a lovely evening. Do not and the implications for you will be...violent".

I loosen the grip ever so slightly and you feel your neck flushing.

"Do you understand?" I calmly continue. You hesitate and the grip tightens again but now even harder. My tone goes up a notch as I draw out the next words.

"Do...you...understand"?

Your eyes well up with tears as your underwear spots with dampness from your submissive arousal.

"Yes" you whimper.

"Good. I don't like to bruise my fruit before I eat it but I will if I have to."

You look out of the window trying to control your beating heart and frayed nerves. Your chest feels tight as your lungs try to stabilise your fight or flight response but at the back of those two is a third option that scares you for how appealing it is beginning to sound.

Your mind suddenly and fleetingly pictures him holding you down on the bed, his fingers sinking into the flesh of your firm breasts, his hot tongue tracing up your neck and his huge cock pushing between the walls of your aching pussy.

Your mind snaps back to reality with a twinge of loathing at the image that materialised inside your head. Everything about this confident man had seemed easy breezy but now you could see how everything was tightly controlled, and that now included you.

For your desire to attract the attention of the handful of Alpha's in the club, you placed yourself in his path, foolishly thinking that you could pick him up and then put him down at your will.

What was he capable of, you asked yourself? He didn't look violent yet beneath his good manners there could be a cauldron of rage if he didn't get what he wanted. And what he clearly wanted was you and your sinful body, so why not submit to him and solidify your safety and security?

Why not take pleasure in being raped against your will with the indemnity to your soul that you only did it to gain your freedom?

As we continue driving my hand moves onto your thigh giving it an affectionate squeeze and I quietly ask if you are okay, returning to the calm and soothing voice like a modern day Jekyll and Hyde.

You mutter an acknowledgement as your mind raced with your options. Your safety was paramount but....your pleasurable moans fill his bedroom as your back arches and he pulls your hair, burying his throbbing length inside your dripping pussy.

The third option imagery forces itself again into your mind feeling so lucid and wet that you wonder if it's a premonition rather than a fantasy.

I swing the car into the entrance of my apartment block and maybe this was your chance. Could you make a run for it, could you get out of the car and get away but at the back of your mind was this burning question -- did you actually want to get away?

His dominance frightened you but you can't deny that it also excited you. Like some kind of primitive desire to be with the baddest leader of the tribe or hoping that the biggest Viking who burned down your village, claimed you over the others.

Deep down you feel that you always wanted this. You knew your outfit and body looked incredible tonight. You knew the effect that swishing your hair, playing with your straw against your lips and your breathless giggles would induce in any red blooded man. And you loved it.

That a man would be driven to these lengths to claim you. That he would step so far into a bygone and lawless era of rape and pillaging just to satisfy his over whelming need to conquer you and own you.

You hadn't come to the bar seeking numbers or platitudes. You wanted action, validation and dominance.

You were the buxom wench in the Middle Ages pub that wanted the thrill of the lonely highwayman ravaging your body at the end of the night.

You were the frustrated farmer's daughter looking to be raped and claimed by some burly Norseman as they rampaged across the country.

He pulled the car into a bay and said "stay there". Was that a request or a command? You unclipped your seat belt releasing the pressure across your heaving chest and felt the seconds tick down in your window of opportunity to make a run for it.

You pictured him tugging down your bra and your huge boobs spilling out. His mouth falling onto your nipples, hungrily sucking and squeezing them as you whimpered in pleasured compliance....

And then the door opened and he extended his hand to help you out. And with that you left the uncertain fight or flight person in the car.

Your body was a weapon. A game changer, capable of wielding frightening power and influence and you embraced the idea of using it to give him what he wanted and ultimately what you craved.