27. Wren
27
WREN
I f someone would have told me two weeks ago that I’m walking into Briggs’s house for my protection, I would have told them to fuck off. Yet, here I am, stepping into the lavish entry hall of his place.
“My dad is not here, and Tia is still in school,” Briggs explains as he leads me further into the house.
Last time I was here, I rushed in and out so quickly I didn’t have time to appreciate how nice his house is. My old sneakers squeak as I walk across the pristine tile floor, past the entry table with a large arrangement of fake flowers. I look up at the modern glass chandelier and admire its beauty.
“You have a nice house,” I mumble, feeling out of place.
“It was my mom’s dream home…” Briggs says, surprising me. This is the first time he’s mentioned his mom to me. I look over at him and catch surprise flickering over his gaze as well, as if he can’t believe he just casually talked about her.
“I’m so sorry you lost your mom the way you did,” I whisper, so softly I’m not sure if Briggs hears me.
He clears his throat and starts walking toward the elegant, rounded staircase. “Let’s just go to my room.”
I nod in agreement, following him up the stairs and into his bedroom, remembering the last time I was here. It wasn’t too long ago, yet things seem so different today. Before, I thought I only had to worry about Briggs hurting me. Now I realize there is someone scarier out there who actually wants to kill me.
Briggs slips out of his shoes and plops down on his bed. He sits with his back against the headboard. My nerves don’t allow me to join him. I start pacing in the center of the room instead.
Chewing on my lip, I think about my dorm room and my car. How can someone hate me so much that they would do this to me? I’ve never hurt anyone. Why are they after me?
“I can hear you thinking from over here. Why don’t you sit down, and we can watch a movie or something? To take your mind off everything.”
I scoff at the idea of doing something as domestic as watching a movie with Briggs. “I’m too wired to sit down.”
“Want a brownie?” Briggs offers, making me come to a stop.
“The kind we had last time?”
“Yes, it’s an edible. It will calm you down.”
“I don’t know…” I say, feeling torn. I want to calm down but also, I’m worried about not being worried. I should feel scared and, while getting high, I will surely let my guard down when I need it to be up.
“You can always take a bite or two. It won’t get you high, but it will be enough to calm your nerves.”
I think about it for a few moments before I decide to take him up on the offer. “I’ll take a bite.”
Briggs reaches into his nightstand and pulls out a ziplock bag with two pieces of brownie inside. He opens it and breaks a small piece off one of them. I cross the room and sit down on the edge of the mattress. He hands me the morsel, and I put the whole thing in my mouth.
“Are you not going to eat any?” I ask after I chew and swallow.
“Nah, not right now.” He closes the ziplock bag and places it back in the drawer of his nightstand.
“You suddenly being nice to me is weird as fuck,” I point out.
“I’m glad you think so because I’m having some not so nice thoughts right now. Maybe I can be a little mean to you for old times sake?”
My back stiffens. I turn my body to look at him, hoping he is joking, but when I see the sinister glint in his eyes, I know he isn’t.
“I should have known your nice front was too good to be true.”
“I can be nice… but that doesn’t mean my dick won’t get hard when I see fear in your eyes,” he admits shamelessly.
“So, you like it when I’m scared of you?”
“Yes. Very much. I crave your fear, your hatred, and your anger. It’s a huge turn on.”
“You promised me that I’d be safe here.”
“You are… from everyone else.”
“What if I’m not scared of you anymore?” I’m not frightened of him like I used to be, but I still don’t trust him completely either.
“I guess you could at least pretend.” His lips curl up into a smirk. “Let’s play a game.”
Oh god, I don’t know if I’m going to like this. “What kind of game?”
“The kind where you fight me while I fuck you.” His voice is filled with excitement now, and I can tell he has thought about this.
“You want me to fight you?” I need to clarify. “Like pretend you are going to rape me?”
He nods, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
I swallow past the lump in my throat. Apprehension swirls in my chest, but my core fills with warmth, remembering Briggs’s touch and how good he can make me feel.
He doesn’t give me time to think this over. His large hand reaches for me, his fingers circling my wrist.
“Come here,” he orders, tugging on my arm. Before I know what is happening, he pulls me down to lie on the bed while he climbs on top of me.
The length of his heavy body presses into me, his already hardened cock pushing against my pussy. The fabric between us is not enough to shield me from his body heat radiating off him. I suddenly feel hot. My breath comes quicker, and my heart starts to race as I remember what he asked me to do… fight him.
Lifting my arms, I shove my hands between us and against his chest. “Stop,” I say sternly, while shoving at his chest.
He chuckles. “Is that all you’ve got, little bird?” His voice is patronizing, and it gives me the boost of anger I need to gather more strength.
I shove at his chest again, this time like I mean it. I actually manage to move him a few inches away from me. My small win is short-lived when he easily snatches up both of my wrists and pulls them roughly on top of my head. He holds both of my wrists with his one hand, pinning them to the mattress above me with brute force.
Not being gentle at all, he used his free hand to shove my shirt up to my neck and my bra down so my tits spill out. As soon as my breasts are exposed, he cups my right one harshly, massaging it a little too hard for my liking. But I manage to stay quiet until he takes my nipple between his fingers, rolling it so hard that I yelp out in pain. “That hurt!”
“Well, do something about it,” he taunts with a sinister grin.
That’s when I really start fighting him. I buck my hips and kick out my legs. At the same time, I pull my arms down with all my might, managing to free one of my wrists from Briggs’s grasp.
I swing my now free arm around, balling my hand to a fist, I punch Briggs in his side as hard as I can. He grunts but quickly regains his posture.
“That’s better.” Briggs chuckles. “But still not enough.”
He briefly lifts off me, just long enough to grab me by the hips and flip me over onto my stomach. I try to push up on my knees and crawl away, but before I can get far, Briggs straddles my thighs, his weight on my lower half immobilizing me.
I feel his fingers hooking into my waistband, and in one swift move, he tugs my leggings down. He repeats the motion with my panties, leaving me exposed to him.
He places his hand between my shoulder blades, shoving me further into the mattress, while his other hand finds my center. His fingers run through my already wet folds, making him chuckle.
“I see you like playing my game,” Briggs taunts. “You like being helpless. You like being my little fuck toy.”
Without warning, he shoves two thick fingers inside of me. My walls clench at the sudden intrusion. I whimper in pain while Briggs fucks my pussy with his fingers.
The pain quickly turns into something else. Arousal blooms in my core as his digits move in and out of me at a rapid pace.
Turning my face, I moan into the pillow as I can feel my first orgasm building quickly.
Briggs thrusts his fingers into me hard and fast. More moisture comes with each stroke until I can hear how wet I am for him. The erotic sound only adds to my arousal.
A warm feeling sparks in my core. My body tightens as Briggs curls his fingers around inside of me, rubbing a spot that makes me see stars. The orgasm slams into me, rushing through my body in a delicious wave of pleasure.
My thighs are still quivering when Briggs pulls out his soaked fingers and slowly runs them up to my other hole.
“What are you doing?” I ask breathlessly.
“Trying something new,” he states, while massaging my puckered hole. “Relax, this is not going to hurt… as long as you don’t tense up.”
He pushed the tip of his finger in and relaxing is the furthest thing from my mind. I expect it to hurt for some reason, but as his finger pushes deeper into my ass, I realize it doesn’t. It just feels foreign.
“That’s it, let me in. I’m going to make you feel good,” Briggs promises, his voice husky.
It’s not until he adds a second finger that I feel a little ping of pain, but it’s manageable.
“Fuck, you are so tight.” He breathes heavily now. “I’m gonna need some lube for my dick.”
At the mention of his dick, a sliver of panic arises in my chest. I feel full with two fingers up my ass. I don’t want to know what his cock will feel like.
Briggs pulls out of my ass and leans over to get something from his nightstand, while keeping a firm hand between my shoulder blades.
A moment later, I hear something pop open before a cool liquid drips down between my ass cheeks.
“What is that?” I ask with a shudder.
“Just some lube. Stay relaxed,” he says, as if it was the easiest thing in the world.
Briggs throws the bottle beside us and moves his fingers back between my legs. He runs his digits from my ass all the way down to my clit and then back up at a leisurely pace.
I moan at the sensation. With all the lube, he easily slides through my folds and when he gets back to my ass, he fills me up with two of his fingers once more.
“I think you can take a third now,” Briggs says gruffly before forcing a third finger into my tight hole.
Groaning at the intrusion, I try to wiggle away from him, but Briggs has such a hold on me that I only manage to move a few inches before settling back down.
“Fight all you want, little bird. I like your struggle.” He pumps his three fingers in and out of me, the lube easing the way.
All I can do is lie there and take it until the uncomfortable feeling turns into something more. The more I relax into his touch, the more erotic it feels. Pressure blooms in my core, making me wonder if I can come just by having my ass fucked.
Briggs suddenly pulls his fingers out, making me frown into the pillow.
“I think you’re stretched out enough now,” Briggs says. “Are you ready for my cock?”
“I don’t know…” I’m still unsure if it’s going to fit.
Briggs must not be worried because I can hear him unzipping his pants behind me. Worry plagues my mind when I feel the smooth tip of his cock between my butt cheeks. That worry turns into full-blown fear as he slowly pushes into my tight hole.
I try my best to stay relaxed, but his cock is so much bigger than his fingers. He breaches through the tight ring of muscle and thrusts further inside. I hiss at a sharp pain as Briggs stretches me. Inch by inch, he forces himself into my ass until his pelvis rests against my heated skin.
“Fuck, bird. You are taking me so well.” Briggs leans over me, peppering small, open-mouthed kisses across my shoulder.
He keeps himself buried inside of me for a moment, letting me adjust to his size. When he starts moving again, there is no more pain, only fullness.
Briggs snakes an arm around me. Shoving his hand between our bodies, he finds my aching clit. A moan falls from my lips as he begins to rub small circles over my small bundle of nerves.
Pleasure builds inside my core once more while he fucks my ass and plays with my clit. I can feel my core tighten and apparently, Briggs can too.
“Fuck, bird. Are you going to come while I’m buried in your ass?”
“Yes,” I groan, feeling my second orgasm approaching.
Briggs picks up speed. He thrusts into my ass at a rapid pace while furiously rubbing my clit, pressing his fingers down so hard it almost hurts.
I find my release seconds later. Unlike my first one, this one builds slower and lasts longer. My whole body tightens, every muscle in my body stiff as pleasure ripples through my body for what feels like minutes.
“That’s it, I knew you would like this,” Briggs says into the shell of my ear while I slowly come down from my massive orgasm.
I’m barely aware of Briggs removing his finger from my clit. He grabs my hips on both sides and fucks me hard. My body is so limp now, I feel like a rag doll he is using as a fuck toy.
Crazy enough, I don’t mind. After the release he just gave me, he can do whatever he wants to me. I guess he does that either way.
He fucks my ass violently for a few strokes before he comes with a roar. He stills deep inside of me, and I can feel his cock pulse against my used inner walls as he comes.
Briggs collapses on top of me, and I enjoy the weight of his body like a heavy blanket. We lie there for a few minutes, both catching our breaths, before he slowly peels himself off me. He disappears into the bathroom and returns a moment later with a washcloth in his hands. He cleans me up with the warm cloth, his gentleness in stark opposition to the way he just fucked me.
Through everything, I don’t move. I just lie there, letting him rub the sticky come off my skin.
“Are you okay?” he asks, surprising me with his question. I don’t think he’s ever asked me that before.
“Yeah… this was just intense,” I admit.
“You did well. I knew you would come.” He throws the washcloth somewhere next to the bed. “You like a little pain.”
“I guess I do.” I can’t believe I’m admitting this, but it’s true.
“But you also like to cuddle after.” Briggs rolls me onto my side and cuddles up behind me.
“I do,” I say, wiggling closer to him.
He slings an arm around me, and I let my eyes fall shut. I think I need a little nap after this passionate encounter.