Chapter 15 Breaking and Entering
Breaking and Entering
Sophia
Rachel wouldn’t leave fast enough.
I think she knew what my plan was, even if I hadn’t told her.
Tonight is my last here in Pendleton.
Time to meet him now or never.
It’s far enough away from home that if I don’t want to see Biggie again, I won’t have to. There’s no way he’d connect me all the way back to Montana.
Is it risky having some stranger show up in my camper?
Sure.
But I also know the neighbors in the adjoining trailers well enough that if I screamed, they’d come running.
Pacing the small space, I cling to my phone as if it’s a lifeline.
Now that I’ve committed, every doubt and possible horrible outcome flashes through my mind.
I’m such an idiot. I should have never done this.
Maybe that’s just the nerves talking? Or the fear that he’ll reject me?
Yet the exhilaration of knowing he’s going to have his way with me, after weeks of flirting and sharing our desires…I can’t wait.
I want him to touch me. To see if his actions can back up his words.
Hopefully I didn’t set my expectations too high.
TheBigO: I’m here.
Oh my god.
My heart races, pounding in my ears with frantic panic.
Quickly turning off the last of the lights, I jump into my bed and pull off my hoodie, leaving on only a thin tank top and shorts.
Then I tug down my own makeshift mask that I made by cutting two holes out of a fleece headband.
Taking a steadying breath, I tell him to come in and toss my cell on the nightstand.
Ready or not.
The door swings open, but I can’t see it from my mattress.
When the trailer rocks, I know he’s inside.
He’s really here.
A vice feels like it’s crushing my lungs as a looming shadow fills the gap to my room.
His broad shoulders nearly touch the edges as the first drift of leather and sandalwood fills the air.
All I can see is his silhouette and the flutter of a bandana over his nose against the dim filtered light from the distant parking lot lamps.
“RQ?” He pauses, his deep tone echoing.
“Biggie.” My voice cracks. It’s more of a sigh of relief, knowing it’s him.
As if that was all that he’s waiting for, he rushes in, overwhelming me with his size.
Calloused palms pull my wrists above my head, pinning them to the headboard with one hand.
“Now it’s time to make you mine.” His growl resonates through my chest as he presses over me.
Fire races through my veins as he grasps my chin, turning my face in a slow lift like he’s memorizing my features.
I wish now I could see him better.
That thought is shaken by the realization that this is my only chance to play the game I’ve set in motion.
“What if I don’t want it?” I exhale, fighting the smile trying to pull up my lips.
“Too late,” he rumbles as his thumb moves down my jaw until he’s wrapping my neck.
Panic flits through me when he squeezes tight enough I can’t breathe.
Did I fuck up? When my chest starts to burn, I writhe against his heavy weight uselessly as the very reality of just how vulnerable I am sets in.
My hips start to buck beneath him as the edges of my vision start to fade.
Shit. I really did screw up.
Fear paralyzes me and I feel my limbs go limp.
I did this to myself. Lori would have been right that this was a mistake.
“That’s my girl,” he whispers, shifting his grip to let a flood of oxygen fill my lungs. “You wanted me to win. Give in.”
“No,” I rasp. I won’t let him.
Not that easily.
Ripping one of my hands free, I manage to shift my torso out from under his.
He pushes himself up, freeing my other arm, letting me roll to the side.
Except his thighs frame mine firmly.
They’re like tree trunks, thick, strong, and completely unmoving.
I don’t even have room to wedge in a good knee to the groin.
His fingers wrap in the fabric of my tank, knotting it like a lariat around my ribs and pushing with his fist between my shoulders.
Shoving my cheek against the mattress.
This is what I wanted.
Begged for.
Will he stop if I say the words?
He hasn’t hurt me though.
As his weight on my spine pins me, his other hand drifts down, rolling my hips inside the vise of his legs.
“Let’s see how much you really like this, princess.” His gravelly voice drops with his palm plunging between my clenched thighs.
A gasp escapes me when he presses my soaked shorts against my pussy.
“So. Fucking. Wet.” The heat of his exhale pours through the thin fabric covering his nose, spilling over the bare skin of my back.
He grabs the seam and tugs, pulling my shorts almost painfully tight.
Then he shoves two fingers deep inside of me.
“No, please,” I whimper, but grind my pelvis against his knuckles.
I want more.
With every forceful stroke, pressure builds in my belly.
My pitiful attempt at a whine slides into a long moan when he curls his hand, hitting a spot that sends pulses of electricity coursing through me.
Fisting my sheets, I try to push myself up against his hold making my headband work over my eyes.
Or maybe I’m just trying to get him to drive deeper?
I can’t even control my thoughts as I lose myself in the sensation of his thick digits pistoning into me. Raging heat runs in waves in tempo with his faster thrusts.
“This tight little cunt is mine now,” he growls.
Some sort of sound escapes my throat, more of a mewl than a protest.
And then he slips in a third finger, shooting me into an oblivion of stars.
Crying out, intensity clenches me into a rigid release, every muscle firing into an arch beneath him.
As I pant into the mattress, he withdraws his hand to jerk the hem of my shorts hard enough to tear them.
The sound of his zipper makes me catch my breath and hold it.
He leans down until his covered mouth brushes my ear. “You get one chance, RQ.”
“What?” My head is fuzzy, disconnected.
“I’m going to fuck my pussy raw. I’m going to tie you to me, princess. Skip all the steps.” He drops his thick cock against my ass, running it between my cheeks to tease the entrance.
“So you get this single chance to stop me. Use the safeword, or have my baby.” He rolls his hips, seating the throbbing head on the edge.
My lower lip pinches between my teeth, as he presses me harder into the bed.
This is the moment.
So far it’s been everything I wanted. The thrill, the fear, the insane excitement.
More exhilarating than any buckle.
Tucking my chin, my makeshift mask moves up so I can catch a blurry glimpse of the stranger poised over me.
A bear of a man, strong enough to take what he wants.
Waiting on me.
Is this really who I’ve been talking to? Weeks of pouring out my soul to this shadowy figure who I don’t even know.
“No,” I exhale. My arm flails to dig my nails into his thigh.
He lets go of my stretched shirt to tangle his fingers in my hair and leans over me.
“That’s not the safeword.”
Then he drives the full length of his cock into me.