He stood looking down at me through lowered lids as if I was a feast laid out for him. His hardness pressed against my softness was driving me wild. He used his big hands and easily lifted my hips up and down so that I rubbed against him in a way that was building an inferno inside of me. Causing that need I felt earlier to build, until it felt as if I was going to burst.
He grabbed one of my suspenders and lowered it causing the tape to snap off my breast. I squeaked from the slight pain that came from it, grabbing myself. He grinned like a wolf as he moved my hand away. His eyes darkening as he took in my fully exposed breast. The craving that was there in his gaze caused me to gasp for breath as he slowly lowered his head and used his warm mouth to sooth my pain.
I can’t begin to describe the things he did to my body on that table. He relentlessly caused that need to grow in me until a scream ripped from my throat when my body began to shutter uncontrollably. Standing over me, he watched as I went up into a million burst, using his hand to gently stroke the flame. I blinked as I slowly floated back down to earth.
The impact from what he had done sobered me a bit; just enough so that the warning bells that had been silently ringing all along were now blaring. I sat up on the table using one of my arms to cover my exposed breast. The other I used to push at his chest, but he was unmovable like steel.
“Please.” I whispered.
My lips quivering from the tears that wanted to fall. The muscle ticked in his jaw as he watched me. I could see that he battled with his hunger.
“What’s your name?” He growled. His fierce gaze fell to my quivering mouth.
“Shanice.” I lied.
I was so scared I didn’t know what else to say. His nostrils flared; reminding me of the beast they called him.
“Don’t lie to me shorty!” He barked.
I jumped from the force of his anger. I put my hand back on his massive chest, trying to calm him.
“I’m not, I swear! Please just let me go!”
He was scaring the heck out of me. When he lifted his arms and took off his black t-shirt, my heart skipped a beat as I stared wide eyed at his massive chest that was now only covered by a white tank.
Dear God! He was not going to stop!
But then he surprised me by gently putting the big shirt over my head. I pushed my arms through the sleeves staring up at him confused. I bit my lip, his eyes lowered to it. His head dipped just slightly as if he was going to kiss me again, but instead he just stared down at me.
I could see him battling with himself. Eventually, he wrapped his big hands around my waist, lifting me from the table. Instead of putting me on my feet he just held me there in the air, face to face with him.
“Do you know who I am?” He asked in a low deadly voice. I nodded.
“So you know what I’ll do to you if I find out that you’re lying to me?”
My eyes widened and my lips trembled. I was getting ready to lose it. I nodded. Slowly he put me on my feet. His big t-shirt fell to my knees.
I didn’t waste any time. Without looking back I fled the room and didn’t stop running until I stood in front of my locker in the dressing room. With hands that shook, I put on my overalls, stuffing his big shirt I had on down in them. After grabbing my backpack and putting it on, minutes later I was slipping out the back door.
Oh God, what did I just do?
Chapter two
Falling
Yasmin
“Your first lesson is simple—you don’t do anything unless I tell you to. Do you understand me?” Nodding, my vision became blurry from the tears that gathered in my eyes.
“Say, yes master.” He hissed. Too afraid, I couldn’t speak. His evil gaze took me in and I could tell that he was enjoying my fear. It was as if it turned him on. A strange clicking sound came from his throat.
“Please, you’re scaring me.” My words came out barely above a whisper. I was shaking so bad my teeth chattered painfully together.
Please God help me!
He knocked the ball-cap off my head before grabbing my throat violently. Yelling out, I clutched his hands trying to stop them from choking me; gasping for air cause he was crushing my throat. The look of pleasure that came into his wicked eyes told me that this man was getting ready to kill me.
“Say, yes master.” He repeated those words slowly while jerking me closer to him, causing excruciating pain in my neck.
“Yes master!” I cried, desperately gasping for air.
My eyes jerked open as I became fully awake. Sitting up on the couch I gently touched my throat remembering the pain.
A nightmare!
It had only been a dream! Tears that burned like lava gathered in my eyes before they began their tortuous journey down my face. I clutched the pillow and brought it to my mouth. The scream that tore from my throat was born out of the desperation I felt from being completely helpless and at the mercy of a maniac.
He’s dead now. He can’t hurt me anymore.
My legs shook so badly as I walked to the kitchen, I had to hold on to the counter to open the icebox.
For a dead man, he was doing just fine hurting me.
I grabbed a bottle of water. He did promise to haunt me with his dying breath.
He and I both stared at the blood that gushed from his head to
