RATING: NC-17
“I should have something in my closet.” He said as he walked over and soon disappeared through two large white doors.
Celeste perched on the edge of his bed, holding her soaked shirt away from her body. Now she was going to smell like beer too. How great.
A few moments later, AJ emerged carrying a few shirts with him. He was wearing a fresh, clean shirt himself. “Okay, here are some choices. If you really don’t like any of these, we can find more.” He approached the bed and tossed them down for her to see.
Celeste looked through and finally pulled out a white Nike shirt, with the little black Nike swoosh in the upper left of the shirt. “This one should work.” She was wearing black pants…so while it really didn’t match…it wouldn’t look too bad. Besides, everyone would be too drunk to really realize anyway.
AJ nodded. “Great. You can change in my bathroom.” He nodded to where another door stood off, slightly open.
Celeste stood up and made her way into the bathroom while AJ put the remaining shirts away.
Celeste shut the door behind her and moved into the bathroom. She carefully pulled her beer-soaked shirt off her body, being careful not to get it into her hair. Then she splashed a little water on her stomach to help get some of the sticky liquid off. She pulled a handtowel off a towel rack and dabbed at her wet skin.
She had just turned to hang it back up when suddenly something slammed into her body, sending her sprawling forward. Her head smacking into the side of the bathtub, causing a loud crack to echo. Her knees buckled and she landed hard on the floor. Spots danced in front of her eyes.
Hands roughly grabbed her arms and jerked her up. Her neck snapped as she was pushed against the wall. A body pressing up against her. She could feel the hot breath on her neck.
Fear rose in her body as pain danced in her head. It throbbed and she felt her knees buckling again. The hands pulled her back up, pressing her further into the wall. “Don’t move!” A voice hissed into her ear.
Celeste inhaled a breath as something was suddenly draped over her eyes, cutting out the light. She was pulled back, then bumped into the wall. She winced as pain shot through her head. She could feel a bump starting to rise.
Suddenly she was being dragged backwards and out of the bathroom. She felt the plush carpet beneath her feet. She stumbled over her feet and hands roughly pulled her back up. They gripped her upper arm tightly, small bruises forming.
She cried out as she was pushed forward and stumbled into the bed. She fell face down upon it as the realization of what was going on sunk in. She kicked her legs back and tried to scramble further upon the bed.
A low growl emitted from her captor as a hand encircled her ankle, jerking her to a stop. Then she was slowly pulled back across the bed and to the spot she’d fallen on it at.
She kicked her leg out and felt her foot hit something. What, she wasn’t sure. She clawed at the bed, trying to escape again. Her hand came up to rip the blindfold off.
A sudden weight dropped down on her. A hand grabbed her wrist and jerked it away from her face. A knee was pressed firmly into her back. She couldn’t move, she could hardly breath.
A sob escaped her mouth as she was pulled around and flipped over. She could feel his weight resting on her legs, pinning her down. His hands still held her wrists firmly. His breath hit her neck causing her to wince. “Don’t….stop!” She pleaded. She tried to jerk her wrists, but he just pushed them above her head and held them tightly.
She heard him chuckle and tried to twist her body. “Struggling’s not going to help you.” He rasped out. He moved her wrists to hold them both with one hand, and trailed the other one along her stomach. “Nothing’s going to help you.”
Celeste flinched at his touch. “Please, don’t!” She sobbed as tears filled her eyes, wetting the blindfold.
“Begging’s not going to help either….it just turns me on more!” He whispered, nuzzling his nose into her neck.
She let out a whimper and jerked her head away from him.
He just laughed. “Alright baby, we’ll just get this over with.” His hand moved from her stomach, over her ribs, and to her bra. It trailed over the lace fabric, feeling her nipples arise. “See, you want me.” He whispered.
Celeste pulled away. “Stop!” She tried to flail her legs, but he was putting too much weight on her.
He laughed again, his hand slipping under her bra and onto her smooth silky breast. He rubbed his thumb over her aroused nipple. “Mmmm nice.” He commented.
Celeste felt bile rising into her throat. Her body was trembling and tears were streaming down her face, slipping out under the blindfold. Suddenly she opened her mouth and let out a scream. Maybe she could attract attention.
His hand came up and slapped her face so hard and fast her head was whipped to the side. He left her cheek red and stinging. She bit her lip, trying to keep her cries silent.
“Try that again Bitch, and I’ll fuck you up real good.” He warned as he ripped her bra off in one swift movement. “I was going to be gentle, not anymore.” His mouth came crashing down on her breast, his hot tongue flicking her nipple. His hand squeezed her other breast, pinching that nipple.
Pain shot through her body at his touch. And she found herself gagging on her bile. She tried to kick her legs and pull her arms out of his grip, but it was useless. He had her fast. And he wasn’t going to let her up.
He bit her nipple and rolled it between his tongue, sucking on it as hard as he could. His hand pinched and twisted her other one. He lifted his head, leaving her breast, wet and cold. “How you like that?” He stretched himself out, pressing his full weight on her.
“Stop….please don’t do this.” She begged with a trembling voice. She tried once again to unsuccessfully rock her body, hoping to knock him off.
He just laughed. “You want this, I know you do.” Then his hand traveled down to her pants. He sat up halfway and ripped at her pants. Somehow he managed to slide them down and off her. “Much better.” He sighed and stretched back out on her. He rubbed against her breasts. “The best is yet to come.”
His hand slid to her panty line and he slipped his fingers under it. He moved in between her fleshly folds and rubbed her up and down. “See how moist you are.” He began flicking her nipple with his tongue again.
Celeste squirmed as he touched her. She wanted to scream and kick him off her. Who the hell was this? What did they think they were doing? Well okay, they knew what they were doing…but why? And where was AJ? Where had he gone? Or, was this AJ?
Oh God! She couldn’t take this…her was touching her, feeling her, doing things he shouldn’t be doing. A sob escaped her mouth and she turned her head away.
He grabbed her panties and easily ripped them off her. She could feel his eyes on her. “God you’re beautiful.” He said.
Celeste’s body was shaking like a leaf. Her breathing became labored at what she knew was about to happen. And yet, there was nothing she could do. She just wanted to die, pass out, not be conscience for this, something, anything. But that wasn’t going to happen.
She felt him move down and spread her legs apart and she bit her bottom lip, praying for this to be quick and over with soon. Suddenly he shoved two fingers up into her and she cried out. She could feel his fingers move and twist inside her, scraping roughly against her walls. Pain erupted in her and she cried out again.
“You like that, don’t you.” He said, and she knew he had a smile on his face. “See how good that feels?” He pumped his fingers in and out of her. “Just getting you ready baby.”
Celeste cried outloud now, not caring if he heard or not. Or if he was even paying attention. She just wanted this over with. Wanted his dirty body away from hers.
She could hear him fumbling with his jeans. Then she heard them drop to the floor. “I’m so ready for you.” He whispered in her ear. He traced his tongue on it, flicking her ear lobe. She felt him move in-between her legs and she held her breath, holding in a sob.
And then he was ramming into her. Tearing at her walls, moving in and out, in and out. He would shove in deep, then pull out and rub the tip of himself on her. Then shove back deeply into her once more.
His grunts and moans filled the room as he rammed into her. Celeste found herself being scooted up to the headboard of the bed, and her hands, which were still tightly gripped by one of his, knocked into the bed.
The pain moving through her body was unbearable. She cried out at each thrust, just wanting him away from her. She could feel him inside her, feel his juices flowing freely into her body. Both the thought and feeling made her cringe and suddenly she found herself struggling again. She twisted, turned, squirmed, and tried to flip to the side. But none of it worked.
And it stayed that way, him thrusting into her over and over. Finally he came, his orgasm sending himself shooting deep into her. And he draped himself over her body. Then without a word, suddenly he released her and his weight was off her body.
Celeste lay still, hearing him moved around the room, putting his clothes back on. Then she heard the door open and close, and he was gone. She lay still a moment longer, waiting…expecting to suddenly feel him again. Finally, she pulled the blindfold off and the damn burst. She curled her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them, and she cried.