Is That I'll Give In

I don’t know why I was letting him lead me away from everyone. This was undeniably a bad idea.

My heart was pounding with each step and I could feel him touching me, his hand in the small of my back guiding me forward and away from the crowds. I could hear the sounds receding and the quiet seemed so loud right now, as we walked between the brick wall of the building and the bushes beside it and we stepped around the corner and everything went quiet.

There was barely enough room to walk two abreast here but he was on my left, the building on my right, and it felt like there was no escape. My breath seemed so loud in my ears and his presence seemed to loom so large.

Blake had never really been physically cruel to me. He’d never beaten me up, to be honest I couldn’t even be sure if he’d ever touched me at all. And I knew that circumstances were different now and that I was different but I didn’t know if I was safe.

Not from him. From me.

Because Blake, on paper, was so much of what this body seemed to want and need. He was tall and handsome, handsome enough at least that a good chunk of the student body I’d met in my first go around in this school had a crush on him.

And this body couldn’t deny any of that and couldn’t ignore the way it made me feel. The way I could picture him, from my memory of the future we could have together and from the presence of him beside me, so powerful and firm.

I spoke and my voice came out shaky and unsure, “Where are we going?”

“Don’t worry,” I could hear the grin even if I couldn’t see it, I could picture it wolfish and consuming, “Like I said, I know a place.”

I tried again but it came out as a little bit of a squeak and when he turned me again I wanted to stop but I couldn’t and then we were up against a brick wall on two sides with bushes on the third and he stepped behind me, blocking off the way we’d come.

And it was so dark. It was so dark I couldn’t see anything. There was a light in the distance but Blake was tall enough to blot it out and broad enough to drench me in the darkness and I felt so small, closing in on myself and regretting everything.

This dress was a bad idea. Any dress was a bad idea. I should have come in jeans and a baggy sweater. I should have worn a fucking parka.

But in this dress I couldn’t help but think of the fact that the material was so thin. That he could see the goosebumps on my arms and infer I was cold and imply his warm and solid body was the cure to it. That the thin fabric of it did so little to shield me from him. That when he was this close all I could think was how easy it would be for him to pop her inexpert stitching and leave me so bare and exposed.

And he knew it too. I couldn’t see his gaze but I could feel it on my body and I crossed my arms over my chest and tried for defiance.

“A dead end isn’t much of a ‘place’ Blake.”

It didn’t work. He just chuckled long and slow and took a step towards me and I took a step back but only felt the brick wall behind me.

“Don’t worry little one,” he cooed, “I wouldn’t dream of stealing you away from the party if I didn’t have something fun in mind.”

For a big guy he could move so quick when he wanted to. He stepped up to me and his hands found my waist and I squealed but it came out strangled and I saw everything he was going to do to me and I didn’t want to deny it anymore.

The aching in the pit of my stomach was begging for his touch and his attention and the pounding in my heart was making me dizzy and I found myself arching my back for him. I found myself trembling with desperation for his attention and I knew that I would give him everything.

This wasn’t how I pictured my first time. Not that I had pictured my first time but if I had this wouldn’t be it.

Pressed up against a brick wall with my legs spread. A man that I hate rutting into me like he’s an animal. **** and clawing and absolutely ruined, ragged with a need that I could barely grasp or comprehend as I held onto him with every inch of myself and begged him for more and I was ready.

Oh god I was so ready.

But I wasn’t ready for what he had in mind for me.

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