Sooner rather than later

You are still riding the waning high he got you to during the movie, and the lust is clouding your mind. Historically, you barely even liked leaving the house. Now...

"H-here..." you barely manage to stutter. "S-somewhere... close..."

He smirks. It seems you gave him just the answer he was hoping for; maybe the part where you let it up to him specifically where to take you. Holding your wrist tightly, almost painfully, he starts down the hall, checking every custodial closet door, trying to find one that's unlocked.

You are nearing the end of this side of the theater, having seen no one else around for minutes. Finally, he strikes gold.

Hurriedly, glancing back down the hall, he ushers you inside, turning on the lights as he follows suit. You blink, taking in your surroundings.

The walls are lined with shelving units housing various cleaning liquids, trash bags, smaller brushes and sponges, and rolls of paper towels and toilet paper. In the corner next to the door sits a rolling mop bucket. Your companion has seized the mop and is working it into a position where it will keep the door closed should anyone try to enter.

Once satisfied, he turns to you with a sexy smile on his visage. He strokes his fingers down the side of your face slowly, barely touching your skin. Your breathing picks up, the flush in your cheeks projecting a youthful glow.

He kisses you, pulling your body flush against his, immediately dominating your mouth with his tongue. You gasp, latching your arms around his neck automatically as you feel your balance ripped away from you. His hand grips your ass almost painfully, the other pulling up your skirt. He moves to your top forcing it roughly over your breasts. You let out a cry of surprise into his mouth. You hadn't been prepared for him to be so rough.

He somehow deepens the kiss, forcing you flush against his chest as he grasps your ass again, beginning to push you up and down slowly, causing your chest to rub against his. The sensation of the fabric of his shirt rubbing against your nipples is new to you, and you are enjoying it thoroughly. One hand moves to toy with your lips, and you respond by burying one of yours in his silken hair. He groans, rubbing his crotch against you, the rough denim scraping across your thighs.

Finally, he pulls back. Before you can take a breath, you find yourself pressed up against one of the shelving units, your feet dangling off the floor. He manages to hold you up with one hand under your ass, leaning close as he reaches down, freeing his cock once more. You cant help the cry of pleasure bursting from your larynx as he swiftly penetrates you again, immediately slamming into you with a fervor. He presses his body against yours, reaching for something on the shelf behind you.

"MMM!?" Your eyes go wide as you are suddenly muffled with one of the cleaning rags, shoved unceremoniously into your mouth. You would have thought you would object to this harsh treatment, but the rough handling is actually making you hotter. He growls fiercely into your ear as he takes the lobe between his teeth.

"Yeah, you like that, slut," he taunts breathlessly. He presses the cloth a little deeper into your mouth, and you struggle against your gag reflex as it tickles your tonsils. He laughs, a husky, seductive sound. "You like being treated as if you're not a person at all." Your eyes water, and you manage to whimper, knowing despite yourself that he's right. He strikes you with a particularly harsh thrust, driving another muffled cry from your lungs. "Your not a person, are you, slut?" His smile is cruel, like he's planning something that will definitely hurt you, but also feel so wonderful. "You're a piece of fuck meat, a set of holes for my enjoyment." You whimper desperately, nodding fervently. He laughs again, one hand leaving your ass to **** your breasts. "Yeah, that's it. Accept your fate." Were you of clear mind at the moment, you would have questioned just what he meant by that.

However, you are not only overwhelmed by lust, but falling into desperation. He pushes the rag slowly deeper into your mouth, encroaching upon your throat, threatening to cut of your source of oxygen. He merely laughs, keeping his hand over your mouth so you can't pull the obstruction out. Tears overwhelm your eyes, your nostrils flared as your nose works overtime to suck in as much air as possible. Your head is starting to feel dizzy from lack of oxygen, causing your thought processes to slow even further.

However, you have to admit that the sensation is somehow boosting the pleasure, the sensations striking through your synapses with each thrust resonating more intensely in your brain. Your rational mind says you're supposed to be fearing for your life right now. Why, then, are you so much more excited by the sex?

The look in his eyes as they latch onto yours is ominous. Whatever he has planned for you, what little remains of your higher mental functions is terrified of the impending results. However, your pussy is screaming, your entire body trembling intensely.