Vice, Virtue & Video, page 13
“Ah, gentle, gentle, ok?” I exhale.
“Sorry,” he says with an apologetic smile.
He slowly swirls his fingers around, pressing everywhere inside me. It varies between feeling really pleasurable and feeling just a little bit painful. I heed James’ advice and give him some direction, telling him where it feels best.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he whispers as his teeth graze my neck.
I’m doing my best to relax my body, but he’s shoving in deeper and it’s a bit uncomfortable. He’s overzealous and, even though I try to calm him down, he’s so eager that he can’t slow his tempo.
“This is mine, tonight,” he whispers to me in that domineering tone he’s mimicking from James’ movies. “All mine.”
With that, he shoves his fingers all the way in so it hurts a little, like he’s trying to prove a point or emphasize his words. He pauses for a moment and whisks my panties off my legs before thrusting into me once again.
“Whoa, slow down a little, Eric,” I say, grabbing onto his wrist. “You gotta go slower and be more gentle, ok? I know you want me, but it hurts when you do it too hard.”
He nods and inches back a bit, taking care to rub my clitoris with his thumb until my hips start rocking and I start breathing faster.
It takes me by surprise when he hops off the bed and kneels in front of me, pulling my legs wide apart and diving his face right into me. He puts his whole mouth over me and flicks his tongue firmly against my most tender region while sucking hard on me. It’s intense. Maybe too intense. I’m so sensitive and he’s doing it so hard that it makes me squirm a little.
“Slow down, baby,” I say softly, running my fingers through his hair in hopes that he’ll look up at me. He does. “We’ve got all night,” I add with a sexy grin.
“You’re so fucking sweet! I want to eat you until you scream,” he says in a lustful growl, returning to his previous task.
I can’t help but think of how much better this felt when James was the one doing it. He was cautious and gentle, his every motion tender and sensual. Eric’s devouring me like I’m his last meal and it feels so aggressive and frenzied, but not necessarily in a good way.
“Gentle,” I say, pushing his head back a little with my palm.
He makes an animalistic, ravenous sound and keeps rapaciously flicking his tongue against me.
“A little slower,” I whisper to him. Thankfully he heeds my words and takes it down a notch. “Oh! Right there!” I moan as his tongue hits me in just the right spot.
My hips rock and I pant as he licks and sucks at my tender flesh. It feels good, but I have to compare it to James. Eric is burying his face between my legs and attacking my clitoris. James, on the other hand, did it so lightly and sensually that it kicked me to a higher plane right from the start. James makes this shit look like an art form.
“You like it, naughty girl?” Eric says, briefly letting up. “You like getting your pussy licked?”
“Uh-huh,” I exhale.
I look down at him momentarily and I feel a twinge of something I can only identify as disappointment. His eyes are closed and he’s making voracious growling sounds, which is kind of hot … I guess. Still, it’s not like the visual I got when I glanced down to see James between my legs, tenderly pleasuring me, savoring me. Now that was hot! I opt to keep my eyes closed and I throw my head back and try to get into the wave that was previously building up. I’m not going to lie; I picture James for a moment, imagining that it’s him instead of Eric between my legs.
I start feeling my muscles tighten and my back starts arching up off the bed. It’s happening, I’m almost there. Eric shoves two fingers into me and makes a loud sucking sound as he takes my clitoris between his lips. It’s rougher than I’d prefer, but I’m so close to the edge anyway that it sets me off.
“Oh fuck!” I can hear him moan. “So fucking tight when it pulses like that.”
He pumps his fingers in and out of me really fast and it keeps me going, though it’s also a little uncomfortable. I’m swollen and so hypersensitive that these hard, fast motions are amplified exponentially. When he stops, I’m panting and my legs flop open. He gives a light smack to the inside of my thigh, which makes me jump.
“That was fucking sexy,” he says, licking his lips. “Your pussy tastes so sweet—like a juicy peach, baby.”
I giggle and shake my head as he takes his shirt off. He’s had his clothes on this whole time, which is strangely amusing to me.
“Get up here on your hands and knees,” he says, pointing to the bed.
“What are you gonna do?” I ask with just a little apprehension.
“You’ll see,” he grins.
I crawl forward on the bed and bend down, looking over my shoulder at him. He’s so turned on that it’s like he’s become a different species. His eyes are dilated and his chest is heaving as he looks me over.
“Sexy, sweet, pretty young girl on her hands and knees in front of me,” he breathes. “She has no idea what all this waiting can do to a man.” Great. Now he’s narrating, for some reason.
He steps closer and strokes his hand down my back before squeezing my butt. His palm slides up the inside of my thigh and then rests over my sex. I’m so sensitive from before and I twitch a bit when he slides his fingers over my clitoris. His thumb traces my entrance before slowly dipping inside and swirling around in an enjoyable way.
“So fucking tight,” I hear him whisper. “Wet and tight and so ready for my cock.”
Before I can process what’s happening, I feel his tongue replace his thumb and start thrusting in and out of me. He grabs my ass, holding me in place as he presses his mouth firmly against me and licks seemingly everywhere at once. It’s just so intense! It’s just so much!
“Ah! It’s too soon!” I pant. He just keeps on going.
My arms start to feel wobbly, so I collapse from my hands onto my elbows before eventually resting my forehead against the bed as my fingers grip the sheets. I want to tell him to stop, but part of me wants him to keep going just to see if I can take this pleasure onslaught.
“Come, Lola!” he commands sternly, repositioning his thumb and frantically stroking my clitoris with his fingers.
“Wait!” I try to object, wanting to beg him to slow down, to let me take a breath.
“Right now!” he says, rubbing me even faster while his thumb presses hard on my g-spot.
“Ah!” I cry out in a desperate whimper, pleasure overtaking me in a sensation that’s both exciting and frightening. I don't like losing control this way, but I can see that's his goal.
He’s pushed my body to the limit and there was only one natural response, but I’d like to think that I’m more in control of my own biology and that I couldn’t draw pleasure from something that felt this forceful. My mind said it was too much, but my body betrayed me and ignited anyway.
I’m shaking and shivering on the bed, my fingers digging into the sheets as I clutch the fabric in my fists, when I feel Eric’s breath between my legs again. No more. It’s too much already. No more!
To my utter shock, his tongue slips down my spine and against a completely off-limits location. I gasp and sit up, absolutely taken out of the moment.
“What the fuck?!” I say with eyes wide and breath still trembly.
“Let me do it,” he replies.
“Absolutely not!” I shake my head.
“You don’t like when a guy rims you?” he smirks.
“Never tried it, but I can virtually guarantee that I wouldn’t like it,” I reply. “Not into anal anything.”
“You’ve never done that before?” he grins, licking his lips. He’s aroused by the very thought of pushing my limits, that I can tell.
“I’ve never even considered it,” I say.
“Yeah, whatever you say,” he skeptically replies.
“You don’t believe me?”
“I think you can be dirtier than you let on,” he says, taking a step back and undoing his belt.
He strips down to his boxers and returns to me, but this time, he sits on the bed and pulls me into his lap with my back to his chest.
He tugs at my knees until my legs are on either side of his as we sit on the edge of the bed. His arm wraps tightly around my stomach, pining me against him and I feel a little bit like a ventriloquist’s dummy.
“Tonight, you’re gonna give me this tight, sweet little cunt,” he whispers against my neck as his free hand darts between my legs.
He slides two fingers into me and simultaneously palms my clitoris, but I’m so sensitive from my previous orgasm that it’s too much. Way, way too much.
I yelp and move my hips, but his arm holds me steady. He's so aggressive tonight!
“Eric!” I pant. “I can’t! Not so soon after!”
“Yes you can,” he grunts against my neck. “We’re gonna test all your limits tonight.”
Too much. Way too much. There’s an ache between my thighs, but not that dull, sexy feeling that happens when you’re ready to have an orgasm. This is the ache of a tender area that’s been far overused.
“Stop,” I breathlessly plead. “It’s too much.”
He leaves his fingers in me, but stops his abrupt movements. Now he reaches the hand previously pressing me against him up onto my breast. He starts rubbing my nipple before he takes it between his thumb and forefinger and gives it a little squeeze.
“Wanna play with some nipple clamps?” he whispers against my neck.
“What?” I ask with surprise.
“I have some in my briefcase,” he says, licking up the side of my neck. “Want me to go get them?”
“Don’t they hurt?” I say, still stunned and confused that he’s in possession of such an item let alone that he brought it on our date.
“It might hurt, but it’ll look so sexy,” he says. “I brought other stuff, too.”
I swallow hard and I wonder just what the hell he had in mind for this evening.
“I have a blindfold, some toys. I even got a butt plug for you, but it’s a small one. I read on the internet that you need to stretch out for a little bit before you’ll be able to take my dick,” he whispers licentiously.
“Hold your horses there, cowboy,” I nervously chuckle. “The plug can definitely stay in the briefcase.”
He smiles and nips at my earlobe. “Come on, you know you like getting fucked in the ass.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I say a little more firmly. "I told you I've never done that and I have no desire to."
“We'll do it tonight. I could lube you up and put in the plug, then I could use the vibrator on you. You could be blindfolded and bound the whole time and you could wear the clamps. You could be my horny little slut, Lola,” he adds.
“I think not,” I shake my head.
I’m starting to realize that I’m all alone, totally nude in my bedroom with a man who’s got about 150 pounds on me and who’s crossed into the red zone and won’t settle for something sweet and gentle. Eric wants kink, he wants freaky sex and that’s definitely not what I had on the agenda for today.
“I know you can be a dirty girl, Lola. You’re sweet on the surface, but you’ve got a naughty side. I want you to take the plug and my dick at the same time. I'm gonna fill all your holes and you’ll probably scream with pleasure. Dirty girls get it that way,” he says in a hungry growl.
“Uh, no thanks,” I nervously reply as I try to rise up from his lap.
“Tonight, we’re gonna play,” he breathes, pushing me over so I’m lying on my stomach. Jeez! This is way too rough.
I gasp when he pulls my arms behind my back and wraps his belt around my wrists, tightly securing them together.
“I’m gonna fuck you like your friend James,” he growls.
My heart thumps loudly in my chest. I feel that burning surge of adrenaline as my senses heighten. I’m getting genuinely scared, but I don’t want to show it. He’s like a rabid animal right now and I don’t want to show weakness or he might pounce.
“Eric, you know I’m not into that shit,” I say, pulling on the belt and getting progressively worried.
“You pretend like you’re a good girl, but you like it rough. You like to get tied up and fucked by a porn star,” he grunts, pushing my knees down so my ass is up in the air.
“Eric, I don’t like that at all—and I’ve never had sex with James, I told you that!” I protest, clearly sounding frightened.
“Struggle, it makes it more like his movies,” he breathes.
“Consider this my safe word and stop!” I object loudly.
He thrusts his fingers into me and it hurts. I’m nervous, I’m tense and it really, really hurts. I wince and yelp. I try moving away, but he puts his forearm on my back and holds me to the spot. His fingers grip the hair at the nape of my neck and he pulls it to steady me.
“I’m gonna stretch this tight little cunt out tonight,” he grunts. “You’re mine, Lola, all mine to do with as I please.”
“Stop, Eric! Don’t! Seriously, don’t,” I object, trying to stay as calm as I can. He seems to believe that my struggling is part of a performance and I want to try to reach a rational part of his mind so he’ll know that I mean what I say.
“It’s my way tonight,” he pants, spanking me hard across my ass.
“Ow! Eric, enough!” I say firmly. “I told you, I’m not into this shit! Let me go right now!”
He slaps me again, but harder this time. Ouch! I don’t know how the girls in the videos can handle this. My skin is stinging as he strikes me a third time. I’m wondering if I’ll have pink handprints on my butt like the video girls do. Something tells me that the guys in the videos don’t do it anywhere near as hard as Eric. He's trying out this whole domination thing, but he doesn't know how to do it and he doesn't seem to realize that the movies aren't real and that he shouldn't actually hit me this hard. I can't imagine someone wanting to be hurt like this in real life. Nobody would willingly volunteer for this shit.
“Stop it, Eric!” I’m shouting now, but it only seems to turn him on more. I struggle in his grasp, but he pants and I can tell he’s fully into this. Way too into it.
He’s still holding me down, but I can feel him pull his boxers down and now I’m really scared. I don’t want to do this, don’t want to have sex with him and especially don’t want to have rough sex with him, but he seems to think we’re in some kind of BDSM scene and that I’m only struggling because I’m playing my part.
“No, Eric!” I shout as he squeezes my ass and pushes the front of my body down into the mattress, holding my arms behind my back tightly.
He rubs himself over my entrance and I squirm and struggle to get out of his tight hold, but he has me. He’s locked me down and I can’t break free of him.
“Oh, fuck yeah!” he grunts. “This pretty little cunt is all mine tonight.”
Not like this. Please, not like this! The bedspread is wet from my tears as I begin to sob.
Chapter 14- James
“Look at this morose motherfucker right here,” I say to myself as I look in the mirror. I look like a zombie version of myself, my inner drama coming through in my face.
I checked back at Lola’s place a little over an hour ago and she still wasn’t home. I really, really need to talk to her. I just need to see her and to be around her to try to get back some shred of happiness. I’ve got my iPod on shuffle as I lay back down in my bed. Alicia Keys’ song “Fallin” comes on. That was the song Lola and I slow danced to at the fall formal in high school during her freshman year. I was in love with her even then. I realize that now.
I think about all the times I’ve touched her or tickled her. I remember the little pajama shorts she wears and how sexy she looks in a bathing suit. That girl can rock a bikini like she should be on the cover of the Swimsuit Issue. Fuck! I want Lola. I still can’t believe it, but it’s totally true. I want her. I want to hold her and kiss her and make sweet, passionate, tender love to her more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my life. This is so fucked up!
Alright, that’s it! Enough of this moping. It’s late and she has to be home by now. I’m going to go see her.
The porch light is on and I can see Eric’s Audi in the parking lot from here. Shit! What if they’re inside and she’s giving it up to him right now? Ugh, now I feel sick. Whatever! I’m going in anyway.
I unlock the door with my spare key, but the hair on the back of my neck stands straight up when I step inside. I hear a voice, Lola’s voice, and she’s screaming.
There’s a very loud slapping sound and then I hear her yell, “Stop it, Eric!” My blood is boiling. “No, Eric!” she shouts.
I bolt to her bedroom and practically bust the door down. I blanch and my blood goes from fiery hot to chilled to the bone in a fraction of a second.
This Nordic fucker has my beautiful angel face down on the bed with her wrists bound behind her! She’s crying and I can see her shaking from the intensity of her sobs. He’s got his dick out and he’s just about to enter her when I come in.
His head snaps to me and I’m so overcome with rage that I’m shaking. I feel like the Incredible Hulk. I lose it completely.
I grab him by the throat and throw him off of her in a powerful motion. His back goes crashing into her dresser and the picture frames on it topple to the floor from the impact. I jump on him and punch him hard in the face. His nose bleeds and he grabs it as he wails. I slam his head into the dresser and it shakes the entire thing, which knocks pretty much everything onto the ground. I wrap my hands around his throat and start squeezing. I want to kill him. I seriously want to murder this man. He’s vile! What he was doing to Lola was unspeakable. She’s a fuckin’ angel and nobody should ever touch her like that. Ever!
Eric’s face is red and he looks like he might pass out. Good. I want him to. He’s lucky that Lola starts screaming for me to stop, because I would have killed this motherfucker if she wasn’t here.
With one hand, I pick up his jeans from the floor, with the other I clutch a fistful of his blonde hair and physically drag him to the door. He’s stark naked and bleeding when I toss him outside. I look down at him like he’s lucky I haven’t resorted to murder and I throw his jeans in his face.
