He grabbed at my hand and I yanked it away. I didn't want to do this tonight with him, and at the moment I didn't see how I was going to get out of it without a fight.
"Will you just give me your hand?" he said with impatience.
"No, I don't think this is such a good idea Mike!" I started to turn away when he grabbed my shoulder and turned me towards him. Reaching out he pulled me towards him. "Bray, will you just listen to me?" His voice dropped and his eyes meet mine, he was staring me down.
I let my shoulders relax, as his grasp loosens. He starts to pull me toward him, and I turn my head to avoid his lips, placing my head on his shoulder.
"Mike, please take me home." My voice is muffled in his shoulder. His arms circle my waist and he leans back to look at me. "Is that what you want Bray?"
I look at him, quietly "Yes." Simply hoping not to anger him.
He releases me instantly, half pushing me away. I know I will get hit for this defiance.
I turn again towards the car. I get my own door, and slide into the death trap with wheels. I hate his car, but I loathe his driving. He is reckless, trying to scare me with the stunts and speed. The look in his eyes, adrenaline rushing through him, gives him a wicked glow. I have on many nights cowered against the door, thankful when the ride comes to an end. Tonight my resistance worked in my favor, cooling his driving. Speeding along towards my house I only reach for the door twice.
Arriving at my apartment twenty minutes later I am relieved to be done with the evening. I quickly scoot out of the car before he has time to reach for me. I stop half around the back of the vehicle, planting a kiss on his cheek. "Thanks babe, I am gonna run in and go to bed. Thanks for bringing me home." I flash him a smile hoping it will work in my favor. I am wrong.
"Wait one sec, you..." He grabs my arm, and yanks me painfully towards him. His fingers are biting into my flesh. My arm tingles with pain, a bruise pushing to the surface. I know his game, and smile not flinching. "Yes love..." I brace myself for the hit. My face, my chest, my arms have felt the brunt of his anger. Instead of a blow, he pulls me close and pinches my chin with his hand as he forces his mouth onto mine. I do not fight. He places his other hand behind my head, holding me in my fate.
His lips are hot against mine, rough, he pushes against my mouth bruising my tender lips in his passion. His tongue plays with my lips for moments before pressing into the soft warmth of my mouth. He flicks my teeth, and then his tongue bats furiously at mine, taking control of my mouth. His presence is overwhelming, and I feel my knees buckle. His grip holds me in place until he is finished with me. Pulling back from me, he turns away, leaving me cold without his warmth.
"I'm done Bray, goodnight." He looks at me holding my stare, "Tomorrow, I will get you at four." He jumps in the car and peels away. A wave of relief, and fear pass through me. It will be bad tomorrow, he didn't ask. His tone was unarguable and definitive.
I turn towards my building a smile spreading across my face. I quickly glance around. Had he seen? For weeks I had known there was someone watching Mike and me.
Yesterday I opened my door to find a note from my "friend in the shadows." Why was I still with Mike? Did I need help leaving him? Why do I let him hit me? All these questions rattled around in my brain.
My heart races as I cross the yard to reach my door. I forgot to leave the porch light on, so I bend over and fumble with the lock. Feeling the air stir against my cheek, I sense his presence. I straighten up but remain still. "Are you there?" I ask breathlessly.
I hold my breath, just in case his response comes too softly. Seconds pass, wordless. My imagination? I turn back to the door and my key glides into the lock effortlessly. I step into my apartment, yet hesitate to turn on the light, I feel like I am glowing in the dark that surrounds me. I am being foolish and flip the switch to stare at the empty porch. I quickly lock up.
Thirty minutes later, after a horrible dinner and a load of laundry, I decide to take a shower before bed. Slipping into the scorching water turns my pale milky skin scarlet with color, the heat feels wonderful and I feel the muscles in my back unwind.
Tilting my head back under the showerhead, the water cascades down my breasts, my nipples tighten. I slowly begin to massage the round fullness of my right breast, pinching my right nipple between my fingers and rubbing lightly. I begin to feel my pussy get wet with arousal. Working on my nipples, I send my other hand down between my legs. I gently touch the outside of my pussy; brushing against it I feel a tingle race through my body. Shaved I can feel the fine hairs on my lips moving and increasing my desire.
