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Mike and I had been friends for years, he was in his last year of high school when I was in my first. He took care of me when I left home at fourteen and now we shared a flat. It wasn’t until I was sixteen and his girlfriend moved in that I realised I had feelings for him. She didn’t appreciate him the way I did, she used him for sex and cheated on him several times, but he still forgave her. Unlike her I only wanted him to be happy and I would do anything for him… anything.
On his 24th birthday, everything changed between us, he came back from the bar alone and in a strange mood. He came into my room and lay down next to me, scared I pretended I was asleep. I felt his breath on the back of my neck and his warm hands wrap them selves around my waist slightly lifting the my thin nightdress, he pulled me close to him body until I could feel his chest rise and fall against my back. I rolled over to face him, and slowly opened my eyes.
“Hey my little flower,” he cooed, “sorry I woke you, but me and Sara broke up.”
“Are you ok?” I asked, a little bit shocked at the news.
“You know me, tough as nails,” he joked, I could smell the alcohol on his breath. I looked deep into his eyes, they were so blue that even the ocean looked colourless in comparison. He half smiled and slipped one hand under my neck and the other round the bottom of my back. Before I had time to realise what was happening he was leaning over me, holding my body tight against his, our lips locked together.
I started to feel dizzy and realised I was holding my breath. I pushed him away and gasped for air.
“Mike….I…” I whispered
“Don’t.” He said cutting me short, “ I know this is what you want Rose, and I want it too.” He brought his head down to mine and kissed me passionately, tightening his grip around my waist. Without thinking I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and tilted my head to kiss him better. He was right, I did want this more than anything, but Sara had been my friend, I felt like I was turning my back on her. All thoughts of Sara were soon pushed out of my head when Mike kissed the front of my throat, he knew from experience that my throat, wrists and navel where my ’turn-on’ spots. We used to play a game called Horny Chicken when I first moved in, we would take in in turns to try and freak each other out by kissing, scratching, and biting each other, the one who chickened out was the Horny chicken. Dragging myself out of the past, I felt my pussy throb with longing and I could feel his dick stand stiff against his jeans. I snaked my hands under his T-shirt and with one swift move I pulled it off. His hand moved from my waist to my thigh, sending shivers to my moist pussy.
He stopped kissing me for a moment, much to my annoyance, and shifted his body so he was lying between my legs. He slowly and delicately ran both his hands under my nightdress, sliding it up and over my head to expose my cunt and small perky breasts. Realisation hit me, and I tried to cover myself up. When he saw what I was doing he quickly and decisively tied my wrists together above my head with my nightdress.
“M-Mike, please stop… y-your scaring me,” I whimpered, he looked at me and smiled but his eyes had changed, they were full of nothing but raw lust and aggression.
“Don’t worry my little Rose, I’d never hurt you,” he sang sweetly, one hand holding me in place while the other freed his raging hard-on from the confines of his trousers. He kissed my sweetly on my lips, but I was to scared to react. He moved down to my left nipple and gingerly nibbled it, sucking it and flicking it with his tongue. Although I was scared by his forceful attitude, my body betrayed me and gave out a sigh of pleasure. He continued his assault on my nipple, getting fasten and harder and my heart raced with feelings of euphoria and adrenaline.
Suddenly there was a sharp pain in my nipple, he’d bitten it too hard, I screamed when I saw it was bleeding, fear took over and I fought against his grip. It was no good of course, he was much stronger that me and merely laughed and I thrashed my body.
“Silly Rose, the more you struggle the more I’ll do to you,” he sighed, reaching for a pair of pants I had left lying on the bed. He shoved them in my mouth, the sickly taste of pussy made me gag.
“Now Rose, listen to me, I’m going to ask you some questions and I want the truth. Do you understand?” he asked softly, although he sounded caring I could still see the lust in his eyes. I nodded.
“Are you still a virgin, my little flower?” I flushed red with embarrassment by the question, but I nodded
“Do you have feelings for me?” he asked, slowly drawing circles on my stomach with his finger. I wasn’t sure what my answer was, I did have feelings for him but in the last ten minutes he’d tied my up, gagged me and made me bleed…. I nodded.
He moved his finger to my clit and rubbed the moist nub rhythmically, my back arched in response to his touch. He kissed my throat and then whispered sweetly in my ear.
“Do you want to fuck me?” His finger moved faster over my clit, causing me to buck underneath his, moans of ecstasy escaped my gagged mouth as he plunged a finger into my tight virgin cunt. Faster and faster, slipped his finger into me, exploring the unexplored regions of my pussy. He removed to gag from my mouth and kissed me furiously, as if he’d never been kissed. My body tensed as I felt myself on the brink of climax.
“Answer me Rose,”
“Ohhhh… please sir… AHHH… PLEASE…..let me fuck you!!!” I cried through ragged breath, my world exploding as I came to an orgasm, “Please sir…please,” was all I could say before I fell into darkness
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