One More Thrust Is All He'll Need

From the very depths of me some resolve of strength and willpower rises. It isn't much, but it pushes past everything else and it rushes to the surface the moment that I feel him start to press.

It's like everything happens in slow motion and my whole body tenses. And I feel him parting the lips of my pussy, I feel him pressing at the entrance to my sex. I feel him starting to break through, a single ounce of pressure away from slipping past my last wall and taking me.

But I manage, in that instant to whisper a single word.

"No."

Blake is a monster, I'm convinced of that. He is a villain and an enemy and he may very well be beyond redemption. He has made my life a living hell. Fuck he made two lives of mine a living hell.

And our fates or our paths or whatever the fuck you call it are so intertwined that I may very well never escape him.

But in that moment he proves that he is not wholly beyond redemption because even though it is only a whisper and even though it is so quiet even I can barely hear it, he does.

And he does what he promises, he pauses. Maybe only for an instant, but it's a spark that starts a fire.

"Don't fuck me," I whisper again, "You're right that I want it, but I don't want it now. I want your cock inside of me but I don't want you to be my first. I don't want my first time in some alleyway with someone who calls me a whore. I don't want to be degraded that way, not the first time."

I swallow, closing my eyes and pulling away from him. Turning to face him and closing my arms over myself I exhale slowly to find some more strength and then I open my eyes and use all of that power to look him dead in the eye and speak my truth.

"I don't want my first time to be with you."

Blake actually looks a little hurt. But he doesn't close the distance and he doesn't make a move towards me so I count that as a victory. I know he isn't going to try his luck again. I know we're playing on my terms now.

Still, I can't deny that it hurts a bit when he quietly asks me, "Am I that... bad?"

Taking things from his perspective, none of this is working out the way it should. I'm sure in his mind Blake would be the king of campus, with a girl on each arm and one waiting for him at home.

And he took one look at quiet little Emily and figured she would be a perfect candidate for the latter. A quiet girl. The girl next door. Enough spirit in her that she would be fun to break, but still easy in the end.

I think by now he figured he'd have made me putty in his hand, already planning to mold and shape me until I was his perfect little submissive. His blushing bride eventually, but not until he'd sowed his wild oats a little and I'd have gone along with it too. Emily would have gone along with it.

If I hadn't lived this life before.

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