No Such Thing As Nice Guys

Chapter Two – Are you a virgin?

Travis’s point of view

I looked down at her confused face. She seemed to have lost her voice up until now.

“What the hell is going on? You’re not taking me anywhere!” She pushed her self to a sitting position before drunkenly fell back down for not using her arms as support.

I smiled, thinking of all the fun to happen later on. She had no idea what we had in store for her.

“On the contrary, I think we are. But before we go let’s finish what we started, what do you say?”

She was drunk, but I guess not drunk enough to fall for that. She sat up before standing up and wobbling to the door. I just laughed as she stumbled and tripped over a chair. I wasn’t worried about her getting away. Mark knew the guy throwing the party and had managed to get two keys that worked for all the bedrooms. He had locked the door on his way out, and I had the other key. She was heading towards the closet door anyways.

Once she opened the door, which took awhile, she realized her mistake. She spun around to look at me, and she had an angry look on her face. It was amusing.

“Let me out Travis.” She said before she tripped completely over the same chair on her way towards me. Luckily I caught her around the waist. She, of course, fought against me to get away, but pathetically failed. But she WAS a fighter, which made me even hornier.

I dragged her over and pushed her on the bed for the second time. She had a dizzy look on her face, so I took that time to remove my shirt. I worked out a lot, and was proud of my six pack, but even prouder of the tattoo I had below my shoulder of a dragon.

“I’ll scream!” She said suddenly. That only made me laugh.

“Remember how hard it was to hear upstairs? Fat chance of anyone hearing you from down here.” She had a look on her face of panic; very sexy.

I surprised her by pressing my lips against hers. My body wasn’t on hers yet; I was on all-fours around her. As I hardened the kiss I let my body contact with hers. Once comfortable, I pulled away from her lips and began to run my tongue slowly across her jaw down to her neck. Her skin was soft and smooth. I was beginning to think this was too easy when she pressed her hands against my bare chest and pushed away from me.

This was the part I loved. I smiled before grabbing her wrists, pinning them behind her head with one hand. I then bit down into her lower neck, causing her to scream in pain. I didn’t stop until I drew blood.

When I pulled away I looked at her and whispered, “I like it when you scream.”

Before she could respond I had ripped her shirt off and was working on her jeans. She began to kick and scream, but I managed to get her pants undone. Then there was the difficult part of removing them; they were so tight they looked as if they had been sown on.

I thought about it for a second. It was too soon to make her do it herself; she hadn’t learned to be obedient yet. Coming up with no better idea than pulling them off, I attempted just that. I figured once I got them off her hips it would a snap. Before I got them almost off when she kicked the side of my face. I was startled; it’s not like it had never happened before, but I wasn’t expecting it to say the least.

She had stopped struggling and looked at me in a state of stubbornness, with a slight hint of fear. Well, I would give her a reason to be scared, that’s for sure. A loud ‘smack’ echoed in the room as I slapped her forcefully, but not with all my strength. She wasn’t ready for that yet.

She didn’t move her head from where it landed, in a sideways position. Grabbing her chin, I forced her to look at me. “Listen you little slut, you’re going to pay for that. Now, we can do this the easy way or the hard way; that’s up to you. But let me tell you,” I leaned in and whispered the rest of my sentence in her ear. “I prefer the hard way.” She didn’t say anything, but didn’t show any signs to struggle when I took her pants off completely, tossing them on the ground, forgotten.

I looked down at her nearly naked body and almost groaned in anticipation. She had nice C cup breasts that looked like they were forced into a large B sized bra. Her panties matched her black bra, and, like the bra, looked to small for her. It’s looked very sexy, seeing her like that. She had red puffy eyes and her make-up was smeared.

I resumed my position on top of her and licked up the small amount of blood left on her neck. She drew a sharp intake of breath at that, and I smiled. Noticing her bra looked ‘uncomfortable,’ I removed it. Those creamy white breasts sprung forward after being confined in that small bra.

My tongue traced its way down to her hardened nipples. Pinching one with my fingers, she let out a cry of pain. I, again, leaned in to whisper to her.

“You like that you little slut. Don’t you?” Then I put my mouth around her earlobe, causing her to gasp and ceasing any protest she might have had.

My hand left her nipple slightly swollen and raw to travel downward. Sensing what I was heading for, she held her legs closed stubbornly. However, I easily pried them opened with my knee, holding them apart.

Body shaking, she said, “Please…Stop, please.”

I paused. Suddenly a great idea came to mind that would really upset her. I looked at her with an evil grin, and saw the look of fear in her eyes again.

“Beg. Beg for me to touch you.” Seeing the look on her face, I saw that it would take some ‘persuading’ to get her to do as I said.

Suddenly gaining a stronger voice, she spat, “In. You. Dreams. I don’t beg for anything.”

“But just a moment ago you were begging me to stop, so obviously begging isn’t something you’re morally against.” I smiled at her again in a look that said, ‘don’t fuck with me.’

She looked as if she didn’t know what to do. I think she had just realized I had let go of her wrists a long time ago, seeing as how they were still above her head until now. Still drunk, she attempted to slap me across the face, but I caught her hand in mid-air.

I looked at her and laughed.

“Don’t laugh at me!” She screamed.

Continuing my laughter I got off the bed and stood up. She immediately sat up and said hopefully, “Are you going to let me go?”

That, of course, made me laugh even harder. “You wish.” I said. “That little stunt you just pulled there, plus kicking me in the face, deserves some sort of punishment.” I began to take off my belt, and saw her eyes widen. I let her stare at it for a good ten seconds before I dropped it on the floor.

“Maybe later.” I said seriously. I heard her sigh in relief. She knew what I meant and didn’t say anything. It wasn’t until I sat on the bed and called her over that she actually showed some resistance to her punishment.

“No way!” She yelled. Once again she attempted to stand up and run, but it failed. I casually took my pants the rest of the way off. The poor girl still didn’t know the door was locked. ‘Oh well,’ I thought. ‘More fun for me.’

I walked over to her on the floor. She looked pathetic laying there on the floor, completely smashed and totally confused. That was what turned me on the most. I could feel myself get hard just thinking about fucking her while she cry out.

She obviously noticed this too, because her eyes suddenly shot downward. She looked shy almost, which was weird, because she didn’t strike me as a virgin. God, now that I thought about it I hoped she was.

I decided I was done with her little games, and it was time to get down to business. I grabbed her arm roughly and pulled her to a standing position. I pressed a forceful, ‘don’t test me,’ kiss on her lips, pushing her against the wall behind her. I took entrance into her mouth and began again what we had started. I wasn’t expecting her to bite me however.

I jerked away, the taste of blood in my mouth. Before I knew what I was doing she was on the floor again with what would surely be a black eye in the morning. She began to sob loudly, only causing me to roll my eyes.

“Get up you slut! I’m sick of your shit! We’re doing to my way this time.” I grabbed her once again, and threw her on to the bed so hard her head hit the back bored. Getting on top of her I didn’t hesitate to put all my weight on her this time. I could hear her gasp for breath.

I leaned in to her face so we were only inches apart. “I think you lost your viewing privileges little missy.” Before she could comprehend in her drunken state of mind what I said, I grabbed her shirt from next to us on the bed. Using that as a blindfold, I wrapped it around her head tightly, and double checking that she could not see. I smiled to myself. I knew it made it ten times more frightening without the ability to see what was happening.

“Please, let me go! I swear to keep this a secret, no one will know just let me go!”

The panic in her voice only turned me on more, as well as giving more thought to the possibility that she was still a virgin. Leaning in to her ear, I asked her quietly, “Are you a virgin, sweetheart?”

When she didn’t reply I knew the answer. “Good, it will be more fun this way.”

I removed the rest of my clothing and returned to my spot on top of her warm, creamy-skinned body. I took her hand and guided it down to my throbbing member. When she realized what she was touching, she tried to pull her hand back, but seeing as how I was much stronger than she was, that was to no avail.

“Come on sweetheart, you know you want my cock in you. You’re just a little slut, or else you wouldn’t have come down here with me in the first place.” After tightening my grip in her wrist to a painful point, she gave in. When her hand closed around me, I let a groan escape from the depths of my throat. ‘You need to get control of yourself,’ I thought. ‘She hasn’t even done anything yet and you’re already starting to lose it.’

“I want you to feel what’s going to be inside you very soon, bitch. That’s right, all 9 inches of it, and you’re going to like it, because you’re nothing but a little whore. Admit that’s all you are; a whore.”

She didn’t say anything. Her hand still hadn’t moved, so I placed my hand on hers and made her stroke me up and down. When I pulled my hand away she continued; good thing, because I was prepared to go as far as I needed to, to get her to obey but it’s not as fun to fuck a limp body.

“Say it.” I said threateningly but quietly.