Part Two
He took another step
closer, and I stumbled back, my bare feet slipping slightly on the wet tiles.
The towel lay forgotten at my feet, and my body was fully exposed to him. His
hand trailed up my arm, his touch feather-light but leaving a trail of fire in its
wake. My eyes darted to his chest, where a smattering of dark hair grew in a
pattern that mirrored the contours of his muscles. Water droplets clung to the
curls, making them glint in the harsh bathroom light.
Before I could react,
his hand shot out, wrapping around my waist, and he pulled me into him. His
skin was hot from the shower, and the contrast with my cooler flesh made me
gasp. He brought his other hand up, cradling the back of my head, and then his
mouth was on mine. His tongue forced its way into my mouth, and I could taste
the mint of his toothpaste. It was a brutal, possessive kiss, one that left no
room for doubt about what he wanted. I tried to push him away, my hands
flailing against his chest, but he was too strong.
His mouth moved from my
lips to my cheek, licking and kissing a wet trail down to my neck. His breath
was hot against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. He bit down gently, and
I whimpered, feeling his teeth graze my skin. His grip on my body was tight,
his fingers digging into the flesh of my ass as he pulled me closer to him. His
cock pressed against my stomach, hot and insistent, and I felt a bead of precum
sizzle against my skin.
I was just 16, a girl
who had never been touched by a man in this way before, and now, my mother's
boyfriend, a man in his forties, had me in his grasp, molesting me in the very
house where I should have felt safe. The reality of the situation hit me like a
ton of bricks, and I struggled against him, my heart racing in a mix of panic
and arousal that I didn't understand. "No, Uncle," I protested
weakly, my voice muffled by his hand.
But he was like a
predator that had found its prey after a long drought. He was ravenous,
consuming my body with a ferocity that I couldn't match. His teeth grazed my
neck, leaving a trail of pain and pleasure that sent shock waves through my
system. Despite my attempts to push him away, my body seemed to respond to him,
my breasts swelling against his chest, my nipples tightening into little beads
of need. My thighs quivered, and I felt a wetness growing between my legs,
betraying my fear with a slick heat that made me feel even more ashamed.
He chuckled against my
skin, the sound low and dark, and I knew that he felt my body's treacherous
response. "You want this," he murmured, his breath hot and damp
against my ear. "You've always wanted this." His voice was filled
with a confidence that made my stomach clench. He released my head and his
hands traveled down my body, cupping my breasts once again. He squeezed them
roughly, his thumbs flicking over my nipples, and I gasped, the sensation too
intense to be ignored.
I tried to remember the
feeling of being in control from earlier, but it was like trying to hold onto a
fading dream. In this moment, my body was not my own, it was a playground for
his desires, and I hated it. Yet, as he pinched my nipples, rolling them in his
calloused fingers, a bolt of pleasure shot through me, making me arch my back
into his touch. I didn't want to like it, but my body was telling a different
story.
My mind raced with
thoughts of the countless times I had lain in my room, my own hand bringing me
to the brink of pleasure, my imagination running wild with scenes of faceless
lovers whispering sweet nothings in my ear. But this was not the gentle caress
of a lover, it was the harsh grip of a predator claiming his prize. And
somehow, my body was responding in a way that it never had before. It was as if
my mind had been lying to me, telling me that the sweet release I sought was only
found in solitude, when all along it was this twisted dance of power and fear
that truly set me alight.
He grabbed me, his wet
hands leaving a trail of heat as he hoisted me up against the wall. The cold
tiles sent a shock through me, making me gasp as he buried his face between my
breasts, his tongue darting out to lick the sensitive upper skin. The sensation
was overwhelming, and I felt my legs instinctively wrap around his waist, my
body seeking any point of purchase as he held me aloft. His strong hands
squeezed my ass, the pressure so intense that I felt the heat from his palms
seep into my very core. It was a strange sensation, one that made me feel both
powerful and powerless, a heady cocktail of fear and excitement that left me
trembling.
My legs locked around
him, my heels digging into the small of his back as he ground his hips against
me, his erection pressing into my pelvis with a demand that I couldn't ignore.
His mouth moved to my nipples, and he took one in his mouth, sucking and biting
gently, sending sparks of pleasure through me. It was as if my body had been
waiting for this, waiting for someone to show it the darker side of desire that
it had been craving without my consent.
I screamed out, the
sound echoing through the house, my voice bouncing off the walls and filling
every corner with my unwilling pleasure. The pain and the pleasure mixed
together, creating a symphony of sensations that overwhelmed me.
His mouth moved from one
giant boob to the other, his tongue swirling around the big brown nub of my
nipples, teasing and taunting me with every flick. He was like a man starved,
trying to devour me whole, and my body was responding in ways I never knew it
could. My back arched, pushing my breasts further into his eager mouth, and I
couldn't help the moans that escaped my lips, the sound of them bouncing off
the tiles and reverberating in the steamy hallway.
As much as I struggled,
my legs remained wrapped around him, pulling him closer, my body seemingly
working against my own will. The friction of our naked skin was exquisite, the
heat building between us like a fever that neither of us could break. I felt
the tip of his cock nudging against my pussy, the wetness from my desire
coating it, making it slick and ready for the taking. I wanted to push him
away, to scream and fight until he let me go, but my traitorous body was
singing a different tune, one of want and need that I couldn't ignore.
My hands, which had been
pushing against his shoulders, now found themselves tangled in his hair,
holding him to my breasts as he feasted on my sensitive flesh. The feeling of
his teeth grazing my nipples was a strange mix of pleasure and pain that had my
toes curling and my body writhing in his embrace. He was relentless, his mouth
moving from one to the other, his tongue teasing and taunting me until I was
mindless with need. I could feel my pussy clench around nothing, desperately
seeking the relief that only he could provide.
My legs tightened around him, pulling him closer, and I felt his erection nudge against my entrance. A part of me screamed to stop, to push him away and run, but the other part of me was begging for more, eager for the release that his touch promised. I didn't want to want this, didn't want to crave the very thing that was causing me so much fear and humiliation, but my body was not my own anymore. It was his to do with as he pleased, and it was responding to him in ways that made me feel both disgusted and exhilarated.
Continued in Part three....
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