Forbidden Fantasy

Locking up the office as I leave for the night, I double-check I have everything. "Blackberry?" I wave my left hand. "Handbag?" I jiggle my arm. "Car keys?" I start rummaging in my handbag looking for them, replacing them with the office bunch as I take them out. Checking again that the door is locked, I head off towards my car, jingling the keys happily in my hand as my heels click on the pavement.

As I approach my car, I unlock it with the remote, making the headlights flash in response. I pick up my pace, open the car door, and lean in, placing my paperwork, handbag and phone on the passenger side.

Getting back out, I walk to the boot. I hear a cough from somewhere within the multi-story car park, as I'm making my way around my car. I ignore it and carry on to the back of the car, opening the boot and taking out my ballet pumps, dropping them on the floor, I slide my heels off and slip in to my flats.

Placing my heels inside the boot, I walk back 'round to the driver's side. A quick sweeping glance around the car park reveals a shadowed figure standing by a pillar. I climb into the car and fondle around for the ignition switch. A loud crack scares the shit out of me. I look up so see my windscreen shattered. "What the f...."

Then I see the figure at the side of my door. Panic sets in. I can see he is big, muscular, built and strong. "C... Can I help you?" I ask tentatively.

"Yes you can," he growls back at me, leaning into the car, grabbing my arm and pulling me out. "You are going to be my bitch!"

The fear instantly erupts within me. I begin to choke on my words I try to beg for my life with.

"Shut the fuck up, or I will shut you up permanently!" His hands around my waist. I can feel his erection through his jeans, digging into my ass. His hot breath on my neck, as he raises one hand and grabs a handful of my hair. I yelp as he does this, biting my lip hard as I remember the recent threat.

I have to fight, I say to myself, as he turns me and throws me against the car. I bring my knee up to collide with his erection. Growling with pain, his anger intensified, he pins me to the car hard, dragging his hands up between my thighs, pulling my skirt up fast. I hear it split at the back, tearing under the strain.

"Please don't do this, I will give you my bag, phone, whatever you want." I beg.

He looks me straight in the eye and laughs.

"What have I done? Why are you doing this to me?" I plea.

His blue eyes stare me down as he grins maliciously. His hand finds my panties, pulls them violently down as he starts rubbing my clit. The urgency of the situation conveyed through his touch. His hot lips and breath on my neck as he starts biting hard. I groan, the pain ripping through me, my pussy betraying me with every passing second. My wetness evident, as his fingers push their way inside. I gasp, desperately not wanting this, but my body responding to his touch. It's an internal conflict I can't even begin to put into words.

"You are wet. You must be enjoying this bitch," he grunts. His hand violates me harder and he pushes me onto the car as my legs turn to jelly.

How could my body betray me like this? I'm angry at the heat pulsating between my legs, desperately wishing it would stop, as his hand manipulates me in a way I never knew possible. As he leans over me, I bite his shoulder as hard as I can, not sure whether I break skin or not, but biting regardless. This gets a reaction I wasn't expecting, and he throws me onto the bonnet of the car, his hand rips my panties off completely with one swift move.

He undoes his belt and slides down his trousers. His hard cock stands proudly in the cool air. "You will be screaming for more," he whispers menacingly in my ear, as he bites down my neck, as he violently separates my legs and moves towards me.

I begin creeping up the bonnet away from him, but he sees this and places his hands on my hips to keep me still as he rams his cock into my wet pussy. A gasp escapes me. The tightness of my pussy around his girth makes me moan hard. As he begins pumping into me, my breathing becomes ragged. I grip his neck, digging my nails in as hard as I can, moaning desperately, the heat within me rising, a scream starting to form in my throat... "No!" Being all I can manage to say, my arms and legs start to tremble as an orgasm builds deep within me. "Holy fuck."

He looks at me and grins. A perfect smile, white teeth and a little bit of blonde stubble. "Scream for me bitch." He sneers, his breath hot in my face. He grabs a handful of my hair, as he pounds my pussy harder still, my wetness increasing with every stroke.

I look up at him, now desperate for him not to stop. "Oh, holy fuck!" My breathing now staggered, coming out in pleasure-sighs. I want to scream from the pain as he bites my nipple. His hands are all over me. Taking me. As I feel my orgasm building, I desperately try to fight it... I think about biting his shoulder again, making myself known. But then I decide against it remembering where I am, remembering what is happening to me, and fearing for my safety. I rake my nails down his back instead. Feeling the skin peel away as I drag my fingers down, wanting him to experience pain. The yelp he let escape told me all I needed to know.

Anger burning up inside him, he was obviously shocked that I had started fighting back. He pins my hands to the car, and begins pounding me so brutally that I can't help but yelp. It feels like his cock is going to come all the way through my pussy and out through my mouth.

Feeling his body tighten under me, I know he is close. I push myself to my elbows, wrapping my arms around him. Grinding my pelvis into him, his groans of pleasure audible as I begin to ride him. "What are you doing?" he exclaims, as shock etches his handsome face.

"Enjoying it!" I say with a grin.

"What are you breaking character for you silly bint?" He places his hands around my waist, kissing me passionately.

"Because I want to take you home and do this properly, with the ropes." I wink as he begins to climax.

Feeling close but not close enough, I start rubbing my clit, maintaining eye contact as he continues to pound me hard.

"Love you."

"Love you too, you soppy tart."