Laurel stared out across the California hillside where she and Kyle had pulled over and parked. It was a typical spring day and the long dry grass was barely swaying. Kyle begged Laurel to "be with him" one last time. He explained he needed closure. The sun glinted off Laurel's engagement ring as she had one arm casually draped over the open car window. Laurel explained that was not possible now that she was less than a month away from marrying her fiancé. She expected Kyle to have a reaction but not the cool look of detachment as he said, "You will be with me one last time or I will tell him about us, and I have proof."
Laurel stared in disbelief. Kyle could not seriously be coercing her into being intimate with threats? Kyle replied that he was dead serious and that he was tired of Laurel always being in control of the relationship. Kyle explained that it was time Laurel experienced what it feels like to be controlled.
Laurel at a rare loss for words, sputtered "what do you want from me?"
Kyle explained he wanted one full night with Laurel where he called the shots. Laurel shivered, she was horrified to realize that that a part of her was excited by what Kyle was proposing. On the other hand, she was shocked and resentful that Kyle would threaten her. He claimed to love her and respect her. While Kyle was intense, he always treated her with adoration.
Kyle told Laurel she had until the end of the day to decide. If she declined, he would be having a conversation with her fiancé. Laurel's fiancé had just graduated from his MBA program and was staying at his family's house until the wedding. Laurel felt her stomach turn at the thought of Kyle showing up on their doorstep but figured if she could hold off providing Kyle with an answer he would back off this insane idea. Laurel returned to work but could not concentrate for the rest of the day.
Just as she was packing up to leave her office her cell phone began to buzz. It was Kyle. Laurel held her breath after saying hello and hoped that Kyle would begin by apologizing for his crazy behavior. Instead he asked if she had made her decision? Laurel attempted to find weakness in his resolve but soon realized Kyle was more determined than ever to follow through on his plan. Laurel in an attempt to buy time agreed to meet him at his studio apartment that night. He told her to wear what she had on at work that day. A black skirt with a button down shirt. Laurel could not wrap her head around this new version of Kyle, gone was the sensitive lover; replaced with this dominant asshole.
Later that night, after bathing and redressing Laurel called Kyle and he fumed that she was already late for their "date." Laurel had again hoped that if she gave Kyle enough time he would relent and beg her forgiveness for his outrageous behavior. Laurel heard a slight slur to Kyle's words and alarm bells started to go off. Laurel knew that when Kyle got drunk enough he "would go to the dark side" as their mutual friends liked to joke. Laurel had seen him be aggressive and disinhibited on a few occasions when he drank too much. Laurel pleaded with him to stop drinking and promised she was coming right over. Kyle agreed but told her she better hurry as he was growing very impatient.
Laurel arrived and found the door slightly ajar. Kyle was siting on a kitchen chair in the middle of the room facing his futon, the bottle by his feet. The room was lit by only a small light over the stovetop and the moonlight streaming through the large window that faced a neighbor's backyard. Kyle had lucked out with this studio. It was in a nicer area than he could actually afford, but still had the look of a college kid's first apartment. Aside from the basics, there wasn't a decorative item in site. Unless you counted a collection of beer bottles and a few framed photographs of friends either at bars or on vacation in Cabo. Laurel had been imagining that with some kissing and stroking, Kyle might be subdued enough to be at Laurel's usual command. Laurel could tell from his demeanor that she was again mistaken, even before he told her to come over and stand in front of him.
Laurel walked tentatively towards Kyle who was slouched in his chair in a white t-shirt and jeans. He instructed Laurel to slowly unbutton her shirt while facing him. It took Laurel a moment to register this was actually happening but then she caught the dangerous look in Kyle's eye and began to slowly unbutton her shirt, one button at a time.
Kyle's mouth went a little slack as he took in Laurel's gorgeous breasts in her black mesh and lace bra. He beckoned her over to him and ordered her on her knees between his legs. He instructed her to unbuckle his belt, which Laurel did with trembling hands. He pushed his jeans partially down and his cock was already hard. Kyle leaned forward and wrapped his hand through the long dark blond hair on the back of Laurel's head. He had a strong grip and Laurel assumed he was planning to guide her head toward his cock. Just as she began to acquiesce and move her face in that direction, Kyle held her head firmly in place, leaned forward and whispered in her ear to stand up and face away from him.
Confused, Laurel rose to her feet and turned away. Kyle told her to lift her skirt all the way up over her hips and to bend forward and touch her toes. Laurel felt herself involuntarily clench. Kyle had never asked anything so overtly objectifying before. Laurel lifted her skirt and bent all the over with her feet slightly spread apart. Her thong underwear stretched, barely providing coverage. Kyle directed Laurel to slowly remove her thong. Laurel did as told.
Kyle rose behind her and began to rub first her ass and then her breasts as he pulled her upright against his body, not removing her bra but tugging it down so that the top of breasts were exposed. Laurel anticipated they would move to the futon and things would progress in fairly typical fashion. Laurel was trying to figure out if she could actually go through with having sex with Kyle when he moved her toward his kitchen table.
He bent her over so her breasts and one cheek was on the cool wood surface. Kyle's hand was on Laurel's head keeping it pressed against the table. His cock was between her cheeks and pressing up against her ass in a way that was making her nervous. Laurel struggled to release herself from Kyle's grip.
He said, "Calm Down Laurel, I'm not going to fuck you in the ass."
Laurel felt herself relax and just as she was breathing a sigh of relief, reminding herself Kyle had never even asked for that...
"Yet," he said.
He backed off and told her to turn around and lie on her back with her legs up on the table and spread. Laurel was shaking, in part from Kyle saying he was going to fuck her in the ass, but also from his request that she display herself in such an obscene way. Regardless, she once again did as instructed. Kyle then said, "Now take your fingers and spread your lips further so I can see that beautiful pussy." Laurel felt her face redden in the semi-darkened room and even though Kyle could not have seen it he laughed as he came forward and put his head between her legs. "I know how much you love this and I'm only giving it to you because I love it too. His hot breath whispered onto her lips and she could not help squirming." He lowered his mouth to her lips, slowly licking all around.
"Tell me you are MY slut, MY whore!"
Kyle moved his mouth to Laurel's clit and began sucking in the rhythmic way that always drove her over the edge. Laurel was panting and moaning but trying to push Kyle off.
Kyle gripped her thighs and said, said, "I want you to come for me. No, you're going to come for me."
Laurel saw the fierce determination in his eyes and laid back. This time she obeyed when he told her to spread her lips with her fingers. She caught his smirk as he resumed his licking and sucking. As Laurel was getting closer Kyle inserted one then two fingers inside her. Laurel grabbed his wrist and begged him not to stop as she came harder than she ever remembered.
Kyle stood and loomed over her. Laurel was looking away in shame. Kyle took her chin and turned her face telling her took look at him. He then took the fingers that had been inside her and shoved them crudely in her mouth and told her to suck on them. Laurel instinctively shoved his hand away with a look of disdain. Kyle snickered pulled Laurel forward by her hips until she was off the table and in a standing position.
He looked her in the eyes and just above whisper said, "Get on your knees."
Laurel stood in place glaring at him defiantly.
"Now!", he said in a low growl.
Laurel slowly sank to her knees. Kyle had at some point re-buttoned his jeans but his belt buckle was undone. He removed the belt buckle doubled it gave Laurel a lash before tossing it on the table. Before either of them knew what was happening, Laurel stood up and slapped Kyle across the face. She moved quickly to retrieve her clothes expecting Kyle to try and stop her by blocking the door or grabbing her and pleading with her not to leave in his usual dramatic fashion. He just leaned against the kitchen table and watched her gather up her clothes. This unnerved Laurel who began blasting Kyle for his behavior while fumbling to put her clothes on. She even went so far as to call him a rapist.
He just said simply, "You know the consequences of leaving. If you can live with them, then go."
Laurel hesitated and Kyle said, "Or you can save your precious engagement by coming over here and bending over the table."
Laurel was torn, trying desperately to determine if Kyle would actually follow through on his threats to destroy her life and devastate her fiancé in the process. She decided she had no real choice, Kyle was behaving too unpredictably.
