A Short Story

Then, the support off the bed was pulled away. If it hadn't been for the stranger having wrapped her legs around his waist as he pounded her tight, sopping slit, Sophie's shoulders might have been wrenched from their sockets. It caused her to drop, and for the teen's head to fall back, perfectly aligned at crotch level. Karl, as he'd done with Alexandria earlier that day, slid the leather belt from the loops of his pants, and smiled into her gorgeous hazel eyes. 'You said something about punishment."

"There, that's better, and after I make use of my tongue." Sitting astride her waist, the Hacker peeled off his shirt, revealing the toned, athletic torso beneath. Before the garment hit the floor, he'd covered her body with his, and mashed their lips together. "I'm going to fuck you into next week." After breaking the kiss, Richard arched a brow, daring her to deny him, then lifted Lexi's arms above her head. and trailed his lips down the Heiress' body, issuing nibbles and bites to her flesh. A wet trail glistened on her abdomen when he reached the apex of her thighs, released her arms, and wrapped his hands around her upper

“Your aunts and cousins are growing restless waiting on you. This is my second glass of wine. I need a little buzz to tune out Lisa and Renee’s shady remarks. The catty criticism began as soon as they walked in the door. They’re downstairs kissing your father’s ass like he’s the hold Messiah.” LaTonya hisses. “But enough about those miserable heffas, I have something special that’s the perfect finishing touches for tonight.” She hands Mya a small Tiffany’s jewelry box.

She began to chuckle as she read through her girlfriend’s late night texts from the day before. Eventually ending up at the bottom of the thread where two new massages had arrived with time stamps not long before she had woken up.

She had a small, black Focus: great for gas mileage, bad for space. The backseat was a fusion of duffle bags, grocery bags, and ugly gray upholstery, but the mountain blended in with Heather’s already messy car. Digging through the sea of shoes, clothes, and snacks, Heather adamantly felt around for her phone that she mistakenly piled some 12-pack of pop or the first of her makeups bags onto. Once retrieved, she fumbled through songs on her iPhone before she grew impatient and gave the horn a gentle nudge to alert Maddie that she was still outside. This was met by some other student yelling “fuck you” out the window, as if any college student was asleep at 1 a.m on a Friday night.

“No, I understand, Father,” she assured him, looking down at the wood floors. After a few deep breaths she pulled her shirt up over her head, revealing her upper body to him, clad in only a bra now. She handed the shirt to him and put on the new shirt, a white long sleeve that was tight against her body. After a bit more hesitation she unbuttoned her jeans, slipping them down her hips to puddle on the floor. She was thin, showing the effecting of leaving in poverty for the past decade. Jeans were folded and place in Father’s Thorne’s hands, before she slipped into the sweat pants

Gears in her mind turned for a few seconds, before she decided to kill two birds with one stone. She had brought an extra change of clothes, as she was quite aware that she would be the one getting her hands dirty, and had originally intended on changing in some secluded corner of the warehouse. However, she decided that a public show might be the best way to gauge the interest of her new

“Have her be off to the side and out of the way,” she had argued. A scowled formed to matched his furrowed brows in concentration. Still he didn’t look up his notebook as they lay together in her bed with the sheets pooled around their naked waists.

“—He fingered her up against a tree, there are scratches all down her back.” Sarah told Eva over the giggles of the other girls in the lounge. “He won’t text her now though, so I guess she’ll have to think of someone else to take her to Prep Homecoming.” Eva sniffed her tupperware box and then took a bite.

“Miss Lucille? Do you understand what I’m saying?” He’d stopped, his brows furrowed just a bit and his eyes clouded with concern, though she couldn’t for the slightest understand what he was concerned about. Lucie caught herself, glancing up from her gently folded hands in her lap, eyes confused for a second as she looked around at the unfamiliar room lined with books that were neatly aligned in his perfectly organized office. “I’m sorry, I was… Could you come again?”

“Baby, I wish you would talk to me” April felt helpless watching her man tormented night after night. She watched as he removed his sweat sodden t-shirt and tossed it on the floor. He then pulled a new one from the dresser drawer slipped it on and stormed out of the bedroom.

She listened to his answers avidly. She couldn’t remember where she had heard about this exercise, but it was perfect for a new couple to learn about one another. She was relieved to know there was no ex’s in his life. She had an inkling he just left a string of one night stands in his path. She could only hope he didn’t have any other children out there. Most women would have aborted their one night stand’s child, but she was one of the few who had conflicting feelings toward that. His movie choice she had never heard of. “I’ll have to add that to my list of movies to watch.” She commented lightly while he rattled off his answers.

He finds his pleasure with every blow he throws, every thump against her flesh and every cry she lets out. It’s heavenly, like the divine came down and orchestrated her pain themself just for him, and she just takes it. Laying there, she has already accepted her fate, it goes black.

The fabric of her dress ripping was loud in the closed room, accompanied only by the sound of his heavy breathing, and those which came from her. His eyes burned into hers, still containing an expression of amusement, but the pupils had also narrowed, and his head shook. "I'm beginning to learn that, Ms Collin's", he half whispered, and half panted as he released the grip from which he'd pulled up from her knees, and roughly bent her over, and the dress pooled at the floor by her foot, soon followed by her panties.

Mithian chuckled but carried on. “Basically, I threw myself at him. We ended up all over one another, tearing off clothes right in the kitchen. Once we were undressed, he seemed to hesitate, so I asked him to take me to the bedroom. He was adorably nervous, but he carried me there and settled me down into bed.”