Mai felt nervous as she stepped though his door. The date had gone pleasantly, as they usually did. She looked up at him. He was tall and broad shouldered. His dark hair was cut short. More than anything she looked into his ice blue eyes. They captivated her as they stared though her. She knew that he was not just looking at her, but into her. He knew her mind better than she new herself. It made her nervous, but it also sent a thrill of exhilaration though her body. Mai was generally considered a "good girl", so what was it that made her want this "bad boy" so much.
"I had a nice evening," she said in her quiet voice. He moved closer to her and she felt her heart start to race. As he stepped into her personal space their physical differences became more pronounced. He was a tall Caucasian; she was a petite Korean girl. She knew what was coming next. She always said that it would not happen again, but it always did.
His eyes ran over her body. He started with her shoulder length hair. Her round face and almond shaped eyes. Her red lips, which she licked nervously. He smiled as he saw a light red blush forming on her cheeks. His eyes worked their way down to her chest. Her ample breasts were covered in a white blouse, which was rising and falling as she breathed faster. He let his gaze continued down to her black skirt and to her toned legs. He brought his appraising gaze back up slowly till Mai was once again enthralled in his gaze.
She had backed up against the wall till her back was pressed to it, but he simply moved forward till she was trapped. He placed is hands on either side of her to cut off any escape. He did not need to; he knew that she was already his. Mai had told herself that tonight would be different, but here she was again. She knew that it was useless to try and stop it as soon as she heard the words from his mouth.
"The evening isn't over yet," he says as he leans in. He presses his lips to hers in a hard kiss. Her resistance breaks down almost immediately under the intensity of it. His tongue slips in and rubs hers. As he sucks on her lips he slides one of his thighs between her legs. He smiles as hr hears her groan though the kiss as he presses against her. His hands tear open her blouse. She winces as the buttons pop off, but she can do nothing to stop it. She tries to stop him from yanking her lacy white bra down, but her arms have gone as week as the rest of her.
His strong, skilled hands roughly massage her breasts. He pinches and twists the nipples. He kneads the supple flesh in the palms of his hands. He is not gentle or slow. He knows what he wants, and he knows that she likes it like this. He understands that she wants to feel alive like a woman, not some innocent little girl. Her moans are proof of that even as he squeezes harder. She tries to protest, to be a good girl, but she is not.
"No...stop...," she says weakly as he breaks the ferocious kiss. "Pl-please not...this—," her plea is cut off as she gasps in air and her eyes roll back. He has clamped his lips on to the nape of her sensitive neck. All of her will power drains away as lips, tongue, and teeth play up and down the delicate skin of her neck. She wants to move her arms, but they hang limply at her sides. Her palms press against the wall, her nails lightly scratching at it. She knows she has lost all control and is nothing but his toy now.
Quicker than Mai can even realize one of his hands replaces his thigh between her legs. It slides up under her skirt till it is pressed against her wet panties. The thin white fabric is soaked, its purity gone. He presses his palm firmly to the fabric. He grinds his hand against her then slides the tips of a finger along her slit, pressing the fabric in.
