An Unexpected Affair (Closed)

[ilikeitlikethat18]

As Chelsea slid the key into the lock, she knew that someone was watching her. She could feel it and sense it and almost taste it. But the moment she started to turn around, she felt the hard body of a man against her, fingers tight in her hair, cock pressed against her ass. In the back of her mind she tried to deny it, but she knew it was Ben. She could smell him and feel him and what the fuck was he doing in her apartment doorway?! Her body tensed as he covered her hand with his own, not giving her any room to pull away whatsoever. His cock was semi-hard at least and she could feel its thickness and length as if they weren't wearing any clothes. She could feel its shape against her.

Her heart beat fast in her chest as he pushed her hard against the door, mouth and teeth at her throat, drawing an involuntary moan from her. She couldn't help it. The feeling was so bare and animalistic and what the fuck was he thinking?! Had she really given him the idea that he could just follow her home and grab her like this?! What did he want from her? Was he trying to teach her a lesson about strangers?

Her voice shook as she felt him forcing her fingers to unlock the door, his teeth still against her neck. "You followed me." It was an unnecessary statement, yet she felt the need to say it. "Why - " she started, but stopped herself. Did it matter? Did she care?

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

At the first taste of her skin, he moaned softly in his throat, vibrating his lips slightly against her. He heard her moan against him, thought he even felt her hips rotate just slightly, grinding her ass against his jeans, searching out more of a feel of his cock, and he knew in that moment that he had her. She might protest a little, proper society nearly demanded it, but he also knew her body was responding to him despite herself.

He felt her fingers, guided by his, turn the lock in the door as he heard her voice, laced with nervous energy and, it seemed obvious to him, intense arousal. Her first words were a statement, not a question, and he didn't know if she was genuinely surprised by the fact of her statement or still playing the role, but with her body trapped against his he couldn't bring himself to give even a single fuck either way. Her next word, though, called the fact of her playing along into question... though by then the door was swinging open, and even she cut off her own words.

His hand released hers as her body was freed from the door, and now with a hand free he reached up, fingers curving along her breast, palm swiping across her nipple. Which, to his delight, he found to be quite hard against his hand. It only added fuel to the fire of his need. Pressing his hips forward, his cock still firm against her ass, he moved her forward into the apartment, lips and teeth descending towards the juncture of her neck and shoulder as they moved together. His fingers still kept a tight grip in her hair, his arm around her body and hand over her breast assuring she'd go nowhere he didn't want her too.

Once clear of the door he stopped their forward progress, then reached out with a leg and bumped the door closed behind them with his heel. With the thud of the closing door, they were finally alone, bodies together, each aware of the arousal of the other. His lips left her neck to lift to her ear, much as they had before she stepped off the bus, and he whispered again, "Why? Because I'm going to fuck you, Chelsea. I'm going to fuck you the way I know your boyfriend doesn't." The corners of lips curved into a slight grin as he whispered, "The way I know you want me to."

 

[ilikeitlikethat18]

Chelsea briefly wondered if he thought she had sent him signals, if right now he had a smug smile on his face, content in thinking that she had wanted this or asked for it somehow. If her body language didn't give it away, she was sure that her mumbled "Why" had been a big enough clue that she was beyond shocked to have him standing behind her, forcing her into her apartment. The last thing she had expected when he got off on her stop was that he'd be tonguing her neck minutes later.

She bit her lip roughly between her teeth as his hand closed over her breast, palm across her hyper-sensitive and rock hard nipple. A whimper started deep in her throat but she caught it before it reached her mouth. She didn't want this! Why wasn't she yelling? Protesting? Should she run away?! Could she if she tried? Why did she feel frozen? Fear? Arousal? Her head was spinning and her body was reacting against her own will. Was he going to rape her?

His fingers tugged at her hair and she had to bite back another whimper. Is this what it felt like to be taken? She heard the door shut behind them and gulped audibly. Why hadn't the doorman been there and stopped him from coming in? Before she could think another pointless question, his lips drifted from his neck to her ear and the words he whispered made her moan out, her knees buckling slightly.

How could he know?

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

He heard her moan, felt her knees bending slightly, his grip pulling a bit harder on her hair as she sunk slightly, and with his lips still close to her ear he nodded slightly, his voice a low rumble, "Mmhmm," and against the curve of her ass, on the other side of faded jeans, his cock grew harder.

Ben's gaze shifted quickly, taking a quick survey of the small apartment. His hand left the heavy swell of her breast and moved up, palm against her throat and fingers closing against her neck, effectively trapping her between his grip on her hair in the back and his grasp around her throat in the front. Still pressed close to her ass, he used his control of her upper body to move her into the living room, walking her until her hips bumped up against the back of the couch.

Releasing his hand from her throat, he pushed her upper body forward over the back of the couch, bending her over in front of him. His other hand, now free, was already lifting the hem of her dress, revealing her panties and firm ass to his hungry eyes, and he nodded slightly, approvingly. "Mm," he said, quietly, almost entirely to himself, "Very nice..."

With a sudden movement, he spanked her sharply and then pulled her hair back, straightening her back up and bringing his lips close to her ear again. His other hand returned to her throat, his grip just firm enough to never let her mind stray from the fact that it was there, but not quite to the point that he was cutting off her hair.

"Tell me," he whispered again in her ear, his eyes open and on her face as he did, "Tell me you want me to fuck you. Ask me to fuck you."

 

[ilikeitlikethat18]

Every movement, every touch, every sound from his mouth made Chelsea feel ultimately confused. She shouldn't want this, shouldn't be aroused by a stranger who had FOLLOWED her and was now forcefully touching her and caressing her body! What the fuck was wrong with her? She had just moaned! No screams and cries of protest?! She knew deep inside that he would have quickly gagged her or put a hand over her mouth the second she tried, so it was pretty much pointless. But she could have run, could have kicked or bitten him... She just stood there like a doll.

Chelsea tried to concentrate on a plan to get away, to tell him she didn't want what he was doing. She was just glancing around for her purse, which had pepper spray inside, when his hand slid up against her throat, squeezing tightly, and pulling her even closer to his body. She fought back yet another whimper, knowing that her panties were so wet against her will, against what she knew was right and proper. She could feel them sticking to her lips with wetness. That's how wet she was.

When Ben pushed her roughly over the back of her couch to take a look at her ass, her face flushed red. She could hear him comment appreciatively, and felt her face heat up even more. What was this, why was she on display for his viewing pleasure? What - and then he spanked her, and she cried out, a mixture of pain, surprise, and desire. She'd always wanted a proper spanking session, and even just one hard spank was enough to get her hot and bothered, if she hadn't been already.

"You're fucking insane." she seethed, angry that he thought he had the right to follow her and forcefully take her. "Why would I tell you something like that? Or ASK you to do something like that? You f-forced your way in here, I didn't invite you!" she didn't want to look at his face as she knew that she felt courageous. Proud. And really, really scared.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

He arched a brow at her defiance, certain that whether she was playing a role or not, on some level inside her a battle was being waged. Give in to her desires, or fight off this stranger she'd literally met less than an hour earlier. He would make sure she made the decision she wanted.

With a slightly feral grin, he shook his head slightly, clicking his tongue as he did. "Mm. I was afraid you might say that." His hand dropped from her throat again, the strong hand in her hair pushing her back over the couch. Lifting the hem of her dress once more, his hand attacked her ass anew, sharp spanks that alternated sides with each contact, the sound filling the apartment.

The spanking stopped then as abruptly as it had begun, and he slid one of his feet between her ankles, forcing her legs apart. His hand still warm from spanking her, he slid his fingertips between her thighs and over the fabric of her panties until he felt her wetness soaking through them. The feral grin returned to his lips, and he pressed his fingertips against her mound, sliding them against the fabric for a moment, and then he was pulling her hair again, his fingers leaving her as he straightened her back up.

His lips were back near her ear, and as he whispered he wiped off her juices from his fingertips across her lips, "Because you want me to fuck you. And now you know that I know you do." His hand found her throat again, his grip a little more firm this time.

"So let's try this again: Ask me to fuck you. Now."

 

[ilikeitlikethat18]

Every other emotion lost to fear as she heard him clicking his tongue and reacting just as she thought he would. She was afraid he was going to hurt her, braced herself for it. She was almost relieved and certainly surprised when he pushed her back over the couch instead. Little did he know that spanking turned her on so much. If he'd been her boyfriend or her lover, it would have been just about the worst way to "punish" or "convince" her. But he was practically a stranger forcing himself on her!

The way he proceeded to spank her, however, shot tingles of pleasure through her body that made her wet panties even wetter, to the point she could feel her wetness on the upper part of her inner thighs. She tightened her legs together, trying to keep them from being pried apart. The last thing she needed was him finding out she was wet. She really, truly knew that it would be beyond fucked up to have sex with this guy. Cheating aside, everything was wrong with it and he wasn't even asking permission!

When he finally stopped spanking her, he did exactly what she predicted... he felt her pussy through her panties. Why had she worn a dress today?! Why couldn't she have worn tight, hard to unbutton jeans!? He rubbed her for a few seconds, his fingers sliding in the wet crease between her lips on top of the fabric, before yanking her body back up again. She was beyond aroused and frightened as all hell.

She wanted him to let her go. Not like this, she thought. We don't even know each other! Why was he doing this? What had she done to make him want her THIS much? She knew she shouldn't have sat in his lap like that! With his grip on her throat as hard as it was, she wasn't going to be getting away.

"Over my dead body." she scoffed, regretting the statement immediately. "I mean, uh, there's no fucking way." she stuttered yet again.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

Despite himself, Ben couldn't help but to chuckle at her defiance, and then quick correction of her words. Still, it was not the answer he was looking for, despite the fact that she had the taste and smell of her own pussy on her lips, and he was certain she could smell her arousal quite easily if he could from the short distance between her lips and his nostrils. With a slow shake of his head, Ben gave her a resigned shrug, as if he was dealing with a misguided pupil instead of a woman denying her own desire.

"I guess we'll see how long you can keep this up," he said, and then forced her to bend over the couch again, fingers lifting the hem of her dress and exposing her ass to him once again. The spanks didn't come this time, though he thought she might be expecting them, and instead he forced her legs apart again, his fingers moving back between her thighs.

Curling his fingers into panties that were now clearly soaked in her arousal, he pulled the thin fabric to the side, finally exposing her pussy directly to his seeking fingers. Without a further word or hesitation, his fingers sank into her half way, instantly coated and slick with her juices. She was tight around his fingers, a thought that only made him grow harder with the desire - no, it was need, no question - to feel her around his cock.

 

[ilikeitlikethat18]

Chelsea knew she was mostly fighting herself. He wasn't being particularly abusive to her physically. He wasn't yelling at her or ripping her clothes off like she saw on tv and in the movies where girls or women were raped. She wished he would talk to her, explain why he was doing what he was doing. She was a woman of explanations and having nothing to go off was making her mind whirl.

However, before she could say anything, she found herself bent over the couch again and bracing herself to be spanked or beaten in some way. Maybe he was planning to take his belt off?! But no, his fingers were at her flimsy panties again, pulling them away and sinking his fingers into her abruptly. Why did she have to wear these sexy little panties?! If she had had old granny panties on, maybe he wouldn't be attacking her like this! But she couldn't bite back the moan that she let out from the feel of his fingers slick with her juices inside her tight little pussy.

"Will you just..." she started, not wanting to demand anything of a man who could obviously crush her if he pleased, "please tell me why you followed me. Why did you force yourself on me like this?" she paused to look back at him, "Don't say because you know I wanted you. What made you do this?"

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

At her words, he shook his head slightly, exhaling a frustrated breath, and he clenched his fingers tighter in her hair, giving her head a little jerk.

"None of that is what I want to hear," he said, keeping her bent over the couch with his fingers in her pussy still, "And until I do..." his fingers left her suddenly and he spanked her, his fingers leaving a line of her juices on the newly reddened flesh of her ass before sinking fully back into her again, "...this isn't going to end. I can tell you want it. All you have to do is ask, and you can have it."

Ben's fingers began to move inside of her then, long and slow strokes using nearly the full length of his fingers. Her wetness was beginning to run down his hand now, trickles of her arousal reaching his wrist, the scent filling his nostrils. He was actually a little impressed that she'd managed to keep up her resistance for so long despite her obvious arousal, but he knew, just as he did when he was following her off the bus, that it was simply a matter of time.

 

[ilikeitlikethat18]

Chelsea yelped as he jerked her head, having heard and sensed the frustration building in Ben. She knew she wasn't going to get the answers to her questions now, if ever. She also knew that the more frustrated he got and the angrier, the less likely he would have any mercy on her. She obviously needed to accept the situation for what it was. He was going to have sex with her and she could make it easier on herself or harder. She didn't know how she was being so rational about it, but in the moment she knew that it was the truth.

Before she could say anything or think about it further, however, he spanked her hard, and she let out another yelp, reaching back to touch the sensitive part of her ass that he had hit. She felt her juices slicked across her skin and drew her hand back immediately. What was wrong with her? Why was she so wet? How was he able to draw out such strong physical reactions when she wanted to fucking smack him and run?! Yes, she'd had fantasies about being taken and ravaged, but not by a stranger!

His fingers were inside of her again as he spoke to her, and she tried to concentrate on listening. He fucked her slowly and firmly with his long fingers, reaching far deeper than she ever had touching herself. Her juices were streaming out of her against her will, making her feel incredibly embarrassed. "Have what? Your stupid horny cock?" she blurted out, despite the fact that his fingers were fully inside of her. "I'm not going to ask you to rape me." she said, knowing that it didn't even make sense, but had to on principle. "I didn't invite you inside my home." she spat out, as she tried to pull her body away to the side, get away from his searching fingers.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

Her words drew another quiet laugh from him, and despite the fact that she was bent over the couch and couldn't see it, he shook his head slightly. His grip in her hair never wavered, using the strong back of the couch and the forced bend of her body to stop her from being able to get away. Although, despite her verbal objections, the line of juices slowly making trails up his forearm towards his elbow gave him enough confidence that he didn't expect her to be really trying to go anywhere.

His fingers, already stroking deep insider her, simply increased the speed with which they moved inside her, and he curled them forward as he did, fingertips in search of her more sensitive areas. He knew it would only be a matter of time before she'd cum from this, or at least grow quite close to it, and perhaps her tone would change when she felt that beginning to build inside her.

Using the grip in her hair, he turned her face to the side slightly, so she could see him looking at her, and with a slight, patient smile, he shook his head down at her, his voice slow and even, as if every word was completely reasonable.

"You're going to ask me to fuck you. Maybe you're trying to resist still. Maybe you don't understand why your body is betraying you. But it's not. Your mind is betraying you." He paused for a moment, curling his fingers deep inside her again, before continuing, "Your body wants this. We both know it. You can feel how much you want it... you just don't want to accept it. But you will. Your body will win out. I know it, and somewhere inside your head, you know it. You just have to give yourself permission to realize it."

The words spoken, he turned her head so it was facing forward again, and he focused on his efforts to fuck her with his fingers, the sound of his stroking fingers the only thing that broke the silence that descended over them.

 

[ilikeitlikethat18]

Chelsea huffed out an almost silent moan, her eyes shutting momentarily and fluttering open as he finger-fucked her deep and hard. Why couldn't her boyfriend make her feel this way? Why couldn't he bend her over a couch and pull her hair, shoving his fingers deep into her pussy? She was biting back moan after moan as her knees struggled to stay upright. She didn't want him to know how good he was making her feel, how he was slowly but surely pulling out the animal inside of her. She wanted to keep it buried deep because she had no clue if she'd be able to hide it again if she didn't.

"Ahhh," she cooed softly, biting down on her lip as he forced her to look at him, listening to his strong and self-assured words. She knew he was right. She was indeed fighting herself, while her body really, really, REALLY wanted it. But she didn't want to say yes, she didn't want to ask or beg him to give it to her. Chelsea wanted more. She wanted to feel his hot breath on her clit and she wanted to feel him fucking pounding into her like all of her nasty fantasies she'd had during her usual vanilla sex.

She started to tell him... started to tell him how badly she wanted it, how he was right that she had an internal battle going on, but instead all that came out was, "My boyfriend could come home, you know."

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

Almost, of course, was the key word. When he fell silent, the only sounds in the room were those that drifted up from the street below, and the wet, rhythmic sound of his fingers in her pussy. The moan that slipped from her was quiet, barely there, and he knew that she'd tried hard to stop it from sneaking out of her. But she hadn't entirely succeeded, and the sound of it brought a wicked gleam into his eye. The facade, slowly but surely, was cracking. His instincts about her hadn't been wrong. Time was almost up.

The pace of his fingers increased, her wetness wholly coating them and nearly his full hand with them now, the smell of her arousal strong and full in his nostrils. His eyes flickered up towards her head as he heard her voice again, responding once more to the fingers she was stretched around. The corners of his lips curved upwards, a slightly wicked little grin as they inched closer to the breaking of her resolve.

At her words, though, his brows rose, a quiet chuckle slipping over his lips. His fingers slipped from her suddenly, moving quickly to tease at the sensitive nub of her clit, his grip in her hair pulling up, tilting her head back and arching her back over the couch.

"Your boyfriend, hm?" he asked as his fingers kept attacking her clit, "And when was the last time he bent you over the couch and took you? Fucked you the way you really wanted? I'm betting, as wet as you are now, that it's been a very long time... if ever. You know all you have to do to make it happen."

 

[ilikeitlikethat18]

Chelsea had always promised herself she'd be faithful, that she wouldn't cheat. No matter how bad or good a relationship was, no matter how many hot guys existed outside of a relationship, she never wanted to be the one cheating. But this guy wasn't giving her a choice. It was practically rape, right? So it didn't count, right?

She let out a half-groan, half-hiss at the combination of his fingers inside her, then the touch on her clit with his hand pulling her hair back to force her to arch over the couch yet again. She expected the teasing to her clit to stop immediately, but instead he continued to play with her ultra sensitive button and tease her with his voice. She noticed the way it had deepened, most likely with arousal. She couldn't see or feel from her position, but Chelsea guessed that he was hard as a rock.

"I don't want you to fuck me over the couch!" she said, honestly, ignoring the rest of his comments.... Although the current dominating position was hot, it wasn't exactly the ideal position to get royally fucked in. And he was right, of course. She couldn't remember the last time, *if ever*, that Brandon had fucked her the way she really wanted it. The second time they'd ever had sex was the only time he'd even talked dirty to her.

"You're going to fuck me one way another, consenting or not. Why don't you quit wasting my time?" she hissed, trying desperately not to show any signs that he was pleasuring her, the way he worked her clit expertly.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

Ben's brows raised again, surprised once more at her words. He couldn't help the broad grin that formed on his lips, didn't even try to fight it off, but it mattered little since she would see little more than what was in front of her with the grip he had in her hair. Before he had a chance to respond she was speaking again, and all it told him was that her outrage, such as it was, had continued to melt away. Just as he thought it would.

Before he said anything else, though, his fingers left her clit suddenly, his hand quick against her ass, the spanking he gave her hard and leaving a sting in his hand. More streaks of wet, her arousal that slicked his fingers, were left on her firm, round ass. Before she'd even fully reacted to the sudden smack, his fingers had found her clit again, fingertips teasing against it.

"Don't want it over the couch, hm? Then tell me where you want me to fuck you," he said, giving her hair a slight jerk as he did. "On your bed? On the floor? Where do you dream of being taken, Chelsea? When you boyfriend isn't satisfying you the way you want... tell me what you think of."

 

[ilikeitlikethat18]

She let out a yelp as he spanked her hard and then immediately started rubbing her clit again, all in a matter of seconds. It was like every piece she'd put together in her head from thousands of videos and stories were at her fingertips right now with this man. Even if he was forcing her to take part in it, why couldn't she at least... kind of enjoy it? Her brain hurt from trying to fight so hard and she was so deprived and horny and she just wanted to cum so badly.

She groaned as he jerked her hair hard, growling into her ear. She could answer theoretically, right? Like, maybe not tell him where she wanted *him* to fuck her, but just...what she dreams about.

"Sometimes I fantasize about getting fucked over the bed and against the wall." she whispered, "Or even just being pounded 'missionary', but really getting it, y'know, getting dominated?" It would be pointless to tell him that her boyfriend was a vanilla pansy. He already knew it. She already knew it. "To be eaten out to the point that I can't move and punish fucked for begging for it to be stopped." her face was flushed bright red with embarrassment, but with the way he was rubbing her clit like that, she couldn't stop the words as they tumbled out. She bit her lower lip, wishing she could see his face.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

The grin returned from her lips as it all came pouring forth from her, like water out of a faucet he'd finally pried open. It was nearly music to his ears, and obvious by the way she spilled it all so easily that they were thoughts that had been bouncing around in her head for some time, no doubt the things she thought about when making herself cum. Judging by her reaction to all this, her token objections aside, he guessed she got herself off far more than her boyfriend managed to. Poor bastard.

Without reply, he pulled on her hair, straightening her body up. His fingers left her clit as he did, and he moved more fully behind her, pressing himself against the firm, round shape of her ass. He didn't doubt she'd be able to feel him, his cock much harder than it had been on the bus, straining against the fabric of his jeans for release. His hand, slick and glistening with her arousal, slipped around her hip and between her thighs, fingers right back under her dress and on her clit.

For the first time, his fingers uncurled and released her hair. His body kept her up against the couch, and he wrapped his arm around her, the fingers from her hair now dipping into the front of her dress. Seeking fingertips moved along her breast, teasing across her nipple, as his lips moved next to her ear, his whisper husky and breathless now.

"You can have it all, Chelsea. I will pound this wet little pussy of yours until you can't take it anymore... all you have to do is ask for it."

 

[ilikeitlikethat18]

Chelsea didn't know if she should feel relieved or frightened when she felt him silently release her body, hand falling from her clit as he forced her upright. She had expected him to gloat or at least to chuckle or let out a sublte, "Mhm," but instead he pressed his body, hard cock and all against her ass and she sighed. He was so big and it felt so good to know she could still turn a guy on this much. Sometimes the lack of interest Brandon had in sex made her feel worried, but this quelled any worries she could have possibly had.

This guy was going to force himself on her more or less, and she was going to do everything she could to enjoy it. At least it would make a good "spankbank" story eventually, once she got past the possible emotional trauma. She rolled her eyes at herself. Deep inside, something like this had once been a fantasy. Maybe not the actual forcing or rape, but definitely the rough sex that ensued.

She whimpered quietly, biting down on her lip even harder as he continued to tease her clit, this time from the front, as his other hand squeezed down on breast. "Please do it already," she breathed, "You're not gonna stop, so please just do it."

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

He snorted softly as she inched towards it, close enough to see the ledge asking him meant she'd be jumping off of, but not quite there yet. The progress, though, was undeniable. Clearly, her body was just not there yet. But yet, of course, was all that mattered.

"That's not what I asked for," he whispered into her ear, his fingers leaving her clit as he did. Without warning or further word, his hand was brought down on her, fingers stiff as he slapped her pussy lightly, the impact with the thin, soaked fabric of her panties audible in the stillness of the apartment.

Without lifting his fingers off of her, they were back at her clit, fingertips teasing the sensitive button rapidly, the combination of his arms around her and the couch in front of her keeping her body tight against his. "Try it again, Chelsea. You're not getting anything until you show me that you can be a good girl." His fingers shifted then, index and middle finger slipping suddenly and fully inside her, then leaving her and returning to her clit.

 

[ilikeitlikethat18]

Chelsea groaned loudly, this time out of frustration and not pleasure. What more could she possibly give him?! Did he really want her to outright ask him to be raped? Was he really going to force her to that point? Yes, what he was doing felt good against every fiber in her body that told her this was wrong and bad, but she couldn't help the physical reactions!

She flinched as he slapped her pussy, definitely a first for her, something she'd only seen in porn. It didn't hurt, but it sure surprised her. "Ah, ah, ah, ah," she cooed softly, his fingers teasing her soaked and sensitive little clit, then slipping one inside her momentarily. "Please fuck me." she said quietly, so quietly she wondered if he'd even hear her. She was so mortified, so embarrassed. She felt so ashamed of herself. And so, so, fucking good, considering how he was rubbing her clit just the right way.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

"Mm," was his only reaction to her groan, a satisfied sound in his throat as another chip of her resolve floated away. He felt her body react a short second before he heard her voice, and he knew that she was allowing herself to enjoy it more and more. All a matter of time, and the time was quickly draining away, taking her willpower with it.

His head tilted slightly when he heard her voice, so quiet he almost missed it even as close as he was to her. A satisfied smirk touched on his lips, and he lifted his fingers off of her once more, another light slap against her wet mound. Again, he returned right back to teasing her quit, giving her no time to relax, no time for her mind to to form the idea that her body wasn't actually crying out for more.

"I didn't that, Chelsea," he said, hips pressing forward, grinding the throbbing length of his cock against her through the fabric of his jeans. "Louder. Ask me to fuck you."

 

[ilikeitlikethat18]

Chelsea shut her eyes tight with frustration, how could he do this to her!? Why had he chosen her to do this to?? She felt his body tight and hard against her, cock firm against her ass and she could barely fight back the moan of pleasure that followed him slapping her pussy again. Before she had a chance to reconcentrate on staying upright, his fingers were back on her clit and her knees were weak again.

She could almost hear the smile on his mouth as he spoke to her. This was it. She had no choice at this point. Like she had told herself several times since he had forced her into her apartment, he was going to take her one way or another. Might as well leave the apartment unbroken and fight him as little as possible. "PLEASE. FUCK. ME." she said, much louder than she needed to, trying to prove a point somehow, although she wasn't quite sure what.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

"See?" he said, the satisfied grin evident in his voice, "It wasn't that hard, was it?"

His fingers left her clit, then, the other hand slipping out of the top of her dress and quickly back into her hair, his grip once more firm. His body pulled back from hers, and he turned her around, their faces suddenly closer together than they'd been since he first bumped into her on the bus. His eyes focused solely on hers, his gaze intense, his body against hers once again. His voice was low, much more so than hers had been when she finally asked him, as he shook his head slightly.

"But no," he said, eyes never wavering from hers. "Not yet."

His body pulled back, just slightly, from hers, the firm shape of his cock just brushing lightly against her, and when he spoke his voice was louder this time, the tone forceful, his words neither a question or request, but clearly a command.

"On your knees, Chelsea."

 

[ilikeitlikethat18]

Chelsea let go of her bottom lip, the tender, bruised flesh slipping from between her teeth as she faced him. Her eyes burned at the intensity between them as he stared at her, shocked at the next words out of his mouth. She stared at him, her lips forming an O, eyebrows raised. No? Not yet? What kind of sick fucking games was this guy after?

Chelsea found herself sliding down to her knees, without more than a few mere seconds of hesitation. It was only the beginning now. She looked up at him, eyes full of desire, confusion, and genuine fear. She was repulsed by him, and he was turning her on so fucking much she didn't know how to handle it.