Sarah

Chapter Four – Woken Up

Two hands were roaming over my body. Still distracted by sleep I moaned slightly at the feeling of rough palms rubbing over my nipples. I could feel kisses on my neck and shoulders as the other hand found its way to my ass, cupping and squeezing. I began to grind backwards against the body next to mine.

It was his voice that woke me completely.

“Someone’s enjoying herself…” He whispered in my ear.

My eyes snapped open, and I pulled away from his touch.

“Come on Sarah, why do you have to be like this?”

I didn’t answer, but instead shifted even farther away from him. Tightly closing my eyes I tried to go back to sleep, but he wouldn’t let me; his hand crept its way up my thigh and began massaging my leg.

Jerking my leg away I mumbled something under my breath.

“What’s that, sweetheart?”

Turning to face him, we locked eyes. Those green eyes of his still intimidated me, but I managed to respond, “Don’t touch me. And I’m not your sweetheart,” before turning back over.

Just as my shoulder touched the bed, his hand wrapped around my wrist and spun me back around.

“Don’t tell me what to do, Sarah….” He said threateningly. “You’re in my bed; I’ll touch you if I want to.”

“I’m only in your bed because you won’t let me sleep anywhere else!” I spat at him. I soon regretted the tone of voice I used as his hand contacted with my face.

“After this long you would have thought you’d learn who you were talking to. You better watch your fucking mouth, Sarah; I’m not in the mood to handle it right now.”

The stinging on my cheek told me not to say anything else, so instead I turned around to attempt to sleep again. Kevin must have had different plans, because he grabbed my wrist again. This time, he didn’t say anything, but smashed his lips against mine.

Seconds later he was on top of me, grinding his erection on my leg, letting me know what he wanted. Breaking the kiss for just a moment, he kissed my neck.

Between kisses, he whispered to me, “Just let me love you tonight, that’s all I want, Sarah…”

I responded by trying to push him off, but he pinned my arms down immediately.

“We both know you’ll enjoy it eventually, why do you have to make it hard?”

Continuing to rub his erection along my leg, his hand ran down my stomach, stopping when he reached my inner thighs. Gripping tightly, I yelped quietly but he didn’t let go; I was sure there would be bruises.

When his hand finally left my thigh it traveled just slightly upwards, and I gasped when his palm pressed against my clit. Involuntarily, I bucked upwards. I didn’t notice when he’d stopped kissing my neck until I opened my eyes and saw him looking down at me. A smile came across his face when he saw me looking at him, but he didn’t say anything.

Still holding eye contact with me, he slipped a finger inside me, and I bit my lip in attempt to control the moan about to escape. But as he pumped his finger in and out in long, powerful strokes, I couldn’t help it.

Suddenly, he stopped. I let a groan escape in disappointment, but quickly regained my composure and took advantage of the fact that he wasn’t holding me down anymore. Sitting up and backing against the backboard of the bed, he got off the bed.

Standing in front of the bed, he removed the boxers he’d been sleeping in, and tossed them to the floor.

“Look what you’ve done, baby…” He said, walking around the bed so he was standing next to me, his cock sticking straight out towards me. “You gonna take care of that for me?”

Not even dignifying myself with a response to what he said, I stared at him defiantly and spat at him. It was more of a spray, and most of it landed on his cock, some of it on his stomach.

Gripping my hair tightly, he pulled my face closed to his cock, and tsked at me.

“You getting it ready baby?” He mocked down at me. He then grabbed my hand and placed it around his cock, holding it tightly and forcing my hand to move up and down slowly.

When I tried to pull away, he let go, throwing me off balance. I landed sideways on the bed, and taking advantage of that, he jumped on top of me.

Flipping me over onto my stomach quickly, he didn’t paused before ramming his cock into me. It slid in easily because, although I hated to admit it, he’d made me wet. I gasped at the sudden force, but he knew my body too well now, and knew I couldn’t focus enough to fight much when his cock was in me.

As much as I hated it, he knew exactly how to make my body respond now and he used it to his advantage every time.

He hadn’t moved since he entered me. Pausing to enjoy the feeling of being deep inside, he grabbed my hair, making me face him.

“You’re soaking wet, sweetheart… Why do you pretend like you don’t like it?” As he said that, he pulled out slowly and pushed back in to the hilt. Repeating this at an unbelievably slow pace, he grinned down at me.

I knew my face reflected the pleasure I was feeling; I hated that he could make me feel this way, but at the same time my body enjoyed it.

Obviously growing bored of looking at me, he pushed my head down onto the bed and began ramming into my body. Before long I couldn’t hold back the moans of pleasure anymore.

He’d been expecting that, like always, and although I couldn’t see he face, I knew he must be grinning.

Suddenly, he stopped deep inside of me and grabbed my hips. Pausing for a moment, he then pulled out and slammed back in with such force I couldn’t breathe for a second. Liking the response he got, he repeated this several times before getting back into his usual rhythm.

Still holding my hips with one hand, his other hand tightly wrapped around my neck as he bent over to whisper in my ear.

“We both knew you’d come around…” He was right; no matter how hard I fought, he knew how to touch me and make me respond. He knew how to make me lose control over my body and he liked it. Although I’d never admit it to him, sometimes I did too.

“Why won’t you let me make love to you? Do you just like being fucked like a slut instead? Is that it?”

He was slowing down now, but I knew he was far from done. I didn’t respond, mostly because most of my airway had been cut off.

When he did let go of my throat, it was only to grab my hair instead, forcing me to face him again.

“You like being fucked like a whore, huh Sarah?” I glared up at him with as much hatred as I could muster. He had slowed down to almost a stop now, so I was having a better time controlling the expressions on my face.

He let go of my hip with his other hand and grabbed my chin.

“Open up.” He said, staring down at me with piecing eyes that reeked of seriousness. Still staring at him defiantly, he pulled out suddenly and slammed in, forcing me to gasp.

The second my mouth was open, he shoved his index finger in my throat, causing me to gag. I knew better then to bite down but had to really force myself to control the urge. As he pulled his finger out, he leaned down and spit into my mouth, before covering it with his hand.

Starting up again with long powerful thrusts, he gained speed, but kept his hand firmly over my mouth, other hand still in my hair, though not as tightly as before.

As his speed picked up more and more, the thrusts became more forceful and urgent, and I again lost control of my moans. Though his hand still covered my mouth, they could be heard.

Wiggling his finger back in my mouth, I gagged again. This time I bit down, though not very hard. Apparently it was hard enough to piss him off though, because he pulled his finger out and tightened the grip on my hair, pinning it down to the bed.

Not missing a beat, he leaned down and whispered to me, “You’re gonna pay for that when I’m done, bitch.”

The pace quickened and before long his thrusts became jerky, and he finally slammed into my and stayed still. I felt the warm liquid fill my insides, and when he slowly pulled out his limpening member, I felt some of it drip down my leg.

Rolling off of me, he lay on his back and panted heavily.

“Hand me my cigarettes.” He said sharply. I reached over to the bedside table, picking up the pack of Camels and a lighter; I was already in enough trouble, I figured I shouldn’t piss him off more.

He lit up a cigarette and I rolled over to stand up but he grabbed my upper arm.

“I don’t think so. Lay down.”

“I have to pee.” I said quietly.

“I don’t give a shit. Lay down.” Lying down on the bed next to him, head propped on the pillow, I stared at the wall, refusing to look at him.
He didn’t say anything for a few minutes as he smoked his cigarette. Finally, he rolled over to face me.

“Look at me.” He said sharply.

Facing him, I couldn’t bring myself to hold eye contact with him, and broke it almost immediately.

Before I knew it, he grabbed my wrist and pushed his cigarette down onto my forearm. I yelled loudly and tried to pull away but he had a strong grip on my wrist. The cigarette went out almost immediately though, but he didn’t let go of my arm.

“I don’t like being bit.” He said calmly, before letting go of my wrist.

Tears were falling from my face now, as he rolled over facing away from me.

“You can go to the bathroom now; don’t want you pissing the bed.”

I tried to control my sobs as I stood up shakily and ran for the bathroom, slamming the door behind me.