You have been watching me for who knows how long, taking in my every movement, relishing in the sound of my voice. You pride yourself in the distance you've been able to keep for so long, and in the silent admiration from afar that awakens a slow-burning flame of desire with each encounter... desire that makes your trousers feel two sizes too small and takes every ounce of your self-control to subdue.
But tonight is the night that you claim what you believe is rightfully yours. You want to hear my begs rolling off my tongue in desperate little gasps of pleasure, moaning for more of you like my very existence depends upon it. And it's only a matter of time before you get just what it is that you want.
After a night well spent with my fellow shopaholic girlfriends, I bid them farewell as they all climb into their cars. They each insist on giving me a ride home, but I refuse. I live within walking distance of the mall, so there's no need for me to take up time and gas money when I have a perfectly functional pair of legs.
Thus I begin my trek home, humming happily along the way and completely oblivious to your tall, dark figure slowly trailing behind me. Your hood is pulled over your head in a way that casts a shadow over your facial features. Your hands are deep within your pockets, tingling with anticipation at what is to come.
As I continue walking, I turn my head to the left and look through the silhouettes of the trees that tower above me. I am pleasantly surprised; this is one of those rare summer nights when the concert pavillion isn't blasting live music for countless spectators. It looks dark and desolate, and I am tempted to go explore it. But I know better than to endanger myself with dusk quickly giving way to the night.
I still have yet to sense your presence.
You have been keeping an eye on the cars whilst following me, and you recognize the oncoming lull in traffic due to the slight falter of the lights. You realize this as one of your few chances to take me before I reach the safety and comfort of my home, where my parents are idly waiting for me.
And you take the chance.
At once, your muscular arm is around my waist, and the wind is knocked out of my lungs. It takes me a few moments to respond and you hear my sharp intake of breath. With a knowing scoff, you lean your tall frame down and growl into my ear, letting your lips ghost against the sensitive skin of my lobe.
"Don't you dare."
Your low voice stops me right in my tracks and my breath hitches in my throat.
With a low chuckle and a grope of my firm ass with your free hand, you say, "Good girl."
I gasp at the feeling of your large hands clamped on my soft skin, hurting me even through my clothing. With a groan you continue your assault on my rump, forcefully rubbing it and grasping it in your hand. I don't feel your other hand creeping downwards until it's too late and you begin roughly rubbing me through my clothing. I whimper, a sound you've been longing to hear from me for a long time.
"You afraid of me, sweet cheeks? Hmm?" you taunt me, slapping my bottom hard with the use of your pet name. I moan, a small noise of defenseless pain, and it excites you even further. "Mmm," you croon, delighted at how your ministrations are already affecting me. "You like this?" Again, you slap me, harder than before, and my resulting moan is louder still.
I'm embarrassed beyond belief, and my cheeks flush caramel in chagrin. "P-please...let g-go of me?" It comes out as more of a question than a demand.
You almost burst out laughing at how pathetic I'm being. You had expected me to put up more of a struggle, to give you some fighting spirit that you could crush mercilessly. Frankly, you are shocked. But this will do too. In fact, it will do quite nicely.