Twelve
Fallon
I can’t believe that just happened. Never in my wildest, most fucked up dreams would I have imagined that I would lose my virginity to some obsessive lunatic in the middle of a forest. Have I totally lost my damn mind? He gave me an out, and I didn’t take it. Why didn’t I take it? I’m furious with Remy, but more so with myself for falling into his stupid traps and his twisted games. I’m done.
I shove him out of the way to get my clothes, but I feel his arms wrap around my waist, then I’m lifted into the air.
“What the fuck, Remy? Put me down, you pink psycho!” I scream, kicking and flailing my arms around to no avail.
“I told you to get your ass on the ground,” he growls in my ear. His warm breath coats my skin and goosebumps erupt over my chest, sending electricity to my core. Why does the sound of his voice send me into a fucking frenzy?
“If you can’t follow orders, you will suffer the consequences.” He yanks me down and my knees hit the cool ground, leaves and branches scratching my legs.
“Get off of me! I’m not doing this again, Remy! You got what you came for, so fuck off,” I yell, trying to turn around, but he keeps me firmly planted on my hands and knees. He smacks my ass hard, chuckling darkly before he lands another on the other cheek. The sting radiates through my body, but it morphs into pleasure, and I find myself leaning back in anticipation for the next strike.
“That’s my dirty little fox. You like being spanked, don’t you? You like being helpless and at the mercy of someone who can play your body like an instrument,” he taunts over my shoulder as he massages the sting away. A whimper falls from my lips, only to be choked by a sob when he grabs my hips, thrusting inside in one stroke.
“Remy!” I cry out, feeling him everywhere.
“Yes? You like my fat cock?” He pulls my hips back so tightly that I’m sure it will leave marks tomorrow, coupled with the others. The thought of him marking me sends an extra spark to my already electrified clit.
I let out a string of unintelligible words and moans as he pounds into me. From this angle he’s even deeper, hitting places I’ve only read about in my books.
“Admit it,” he commands, but even though he’s making me see stars, I won’t appease his already inflated ego.
“No. I don’t,” I lie.
“Didn’t your mother tell you it’s naughty to lie?” he grunts, slapping my ass again. He leans over my body and twists my nipple between his fingers.
“Ahhh, fuck,” I whimper between his brutal thrusts.
“Now, tell me who this pussy belongs to!” I can’t think. All I can do is dig my fingers into the ground and bite my lip to hold back the screams lodged in my throat. His other hand skates along my hip, then down to my clit. He circles and pinches, causing waves of pleasure to cascade through my body. I’m so close, but before I reach that perfect peak, Remy stops. All motions come to a halt and I find myself trying to force my hips back against him to get the friction I need.
“Nu uh,” he tsks as he slips out of me. I’m left panting and cursing at this son of a bitch.
“I’ll just finish myself,” I breathe out as I slip my dirty fingers to my core. Before I can make contact, I’m flipped roughly to my back. The wind gets knocked from my lungs, causing me to cough.
“You don’t get to come unless I’m the one that brings you to it,” he sneers above me. I can just make out his silhouette from the moon behind him. An aggravated groan falls from my lips as I try to get away. Remy slams my wrists above my head with one of his hands and brings his other around my throat.
“Does my little fox understand the game now?” I try to look away, but his grasp remains firm. My fight drains as stars dance behind my eyes from the lack of oxygen. Remy leans over me, his slick cock resting on my stomach.
“Now, I’ll ask you one more time,” he murmurs into my ear. “Who owns this pussy?” Self preservation kicks in and I give him the answer he wants.
“Y-you,” I wheeze. He chuckles, then releases my throat. I don’t have time to prepare before he slams back inside me. The burn from the stretch is once again replaced, as he continues fucking me so hard that I’m right back on the brink again.
“You feel so good wrapped around my cock,” he groans. All I can do is take his punishing thrusts. The ground scratches against my back, but I can’t seem to care. With one hand on my wrists, his other comes between us, finding my clit.
“So responsive,” he praises, “Such a good little toy for me to play with.”
“Oh, God,” I cry.
“Not God, Fallon,” he murmurs against my lips. “Only say my name when you come.“ I arch my back, my nipples rubbing against his hard chest with each thrust. I want him to stop, but I need him to keep going.
“So close,” I moan, closing my eyes because the sensations are so overwhelming that I might die from pleasure.
Obsessively Incessant.
With maddening hunger.
He envelops me to the point of suffocation, but I need it. I need it more than the air.
“Beg me to come,” he demands, and my resistance snaps. I need it so bad.
“Please, Remy! Please let me-fuck! Please let me come!” My words come out in sharp pants, but I know he got it. It seems like a switch was flipped inside him, making his cock hammer into me without any regard. I can feel the pleasure growing, threatening to devour me whole. The impact of his hard thrusts reverberates through my body, driving me further into a frenzy of desire.
“I like hearing you beg. Mmm, my little slut,” he groans, circling my clit, then pinching down. That’s all it takes to throw me over the edge. My screams fill the air around us until Remy’s lips find mine. It’s desperate and unforgiving, but so addicting. Electricity surges through my body, across my skin and dives deep into my bones.
A pitiful whimper comes out of my mouth after he stills inside me. I can feel his cum filling me up and dripping down my ass. I should be repulsed or angry, but the only emotion I can muster is shock. I think I’m too overwhelmed with everything, and it’s all hitting me at once.
Remy pulls out, but the ache of him still remains. He wasn’t gentle. He was everything I didn’t want, but somehow more than what I ever dreamed. The thought scares the shit out of me, and for the first time tonight, I feel naked. Not just my body, but my heart.
He releases my hands as he rests on his knees. I’m thankful that I can’t see his expression, because I feel vulnerable enough as it is. I need to find my clothes and get the hell out of here. Get the hell away from Remy.
I scramble back, my eyes darting around for all my clothes. My shirt and bra are first in my sight, so I crawl over to them, not trusting my legs at the moment.
“Fallon.” His voice is a whisper, almost lost in the rustle of the leaves. I grab my shirt and pull it over my head, my fingers trembling. I can feel his eyes on me, but I can’t bring myself to look at him.
“Fallon.” This time his voice seems dangerous, and it makes me flinch. I find my shorts next, half-hidden under a bush. As I pull them on, I hear him shift, the sound of leaves crunching under his weight. I feel his hands wrap around my waist, pulling my back against his hard chest. He must have pulled on his clothes while I was busy finding mine. Remy leans over as his warm breath ghosts across my skin, then he twists me around to face him.
“Don’t run from this.” His grip tightens slightly, and I can feel the heat of his body seeping into mine. My heart races, a mix of fear and something else I can’t quite name. I try to pull away, but his hold is firm.
He leans closer, and the chaos intensifies. Our breaths mingle-a symphony of longing. His touch ignites sparks along my skin, each point of contact a collision of atoms, a fusion of desire. I taste the chaos on his lips—a heady blend of fire and vulnerability.
“I can’t do this right now,” I whimper, pulling my mouth from his. My wavering voice betrays the cool indifference that I wish to portray. “I need to get back. I’m sure my roommates are look–,” but I don’t get to finish before he pulls my attention back to him.
“I don’t give a fuck about your roommates. Talk to me,” he orders. His eyes are dark, filled with a storm of emotions.
“Let me go, Remy. This was a mistake.” I try to look anywhere but his handsome face. His grip loosens slightly, but he doesn’t let go. Instead, he leans in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper.
“This wasn’t a fucking mistake,” he growls in warning. The forest feels like it’s closing in, the air thick with unspoken emotions. I push away from him, because being this close has my mind heady with desire. I’ve got to put space between us, whether he likes it or not.
“I’m not done with you.” His threat lingers in the air between us. I take a step back, my heart pounding in my chest. The intensity in his eyes is almost too much to bear. I need to get away, to clear my head.
“Remy, I’m tired. Okay? Playtime is over.” He takes a step forward, closing the distance I just created.
“You think I’m just going to let you run away?” His laugh rings out in the air. I shake my head, tears welling up in my eyes. He cups my face hard, forcing me to gasp in surprise.
“Look at me, Fallon,” his voice is low and dangerous. My heart races as his eyes bore into mine.
“You’re mine.” The possessiveness in his tone sends chills down my spine.
“I don’t belong to anyone, and especially not you,” I seethe, pushing against his chest. I feel like I’m suffocating with him so close. He laughs at my futile attempts to get away, stoking the anger that’s rising. He hesitates, his eyes searching mine for a long moment before he finally releases me. I step back, my legs feeling like jelly.
“This isn’t over. Not by a long shot.” I turn and start walking, each step feeling heavier than the last. The forest is both a refuge and a prison, the trees closing in around me. I can still feel his eyes on me, even though I know he’s not following. The cool breeze of the night is a stark contrast to the heat of his body still lingering on my skin.
I don’t know what time I fall into my bed. I didn’t change or shower. I just collapsed over my blankets. I close my eyes, trying to calm my racing thoughts. The events of the day replay in my mind, each moment with Remy more vivid than the last. I turn onto my side, pulling the blanket up to my chin. I close my eyes tighter, willing sleep to come. But the possessiveness in his voice, the intensity in his eyes keeps replaying in my mind. I shiver, not from the cold, but from the memory of his touch.
“I need to stay strong, before I’m in too deep.” With a final shuddering breath, I let the exhaustion take over, my thoughts slowly fading into the darkness as sleep finally claims me.