I sat on the counter, sipping on my beer bottle and watching the party happen around me. People milled in and out of the kitchen, but I was here only for one person.
It was an interesting concept, I thought, when I had received the invitation. A party on Friday the 13th — a chance to try your luck.
I planned to try my luck today.
The light dimmed from the doorway, and he was there.
I felt myself clench involuntarily. I bit my lip.
He crossed the room like he owned it, so tall and broad and dark. When he pressed himself between my legs, I couldn’t help but moan. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the thought of what I was going to ask him.
“Elizabeth,” he said, glancing his lips against mine. “I hoped you were going to come.”
I smiled with my eyes closed, breathing in the scent of his skin. “Sir.”
He growled and kissed me harder. His tongue worked between my lips, and I let him. He forced my legs further apart as he ground himself between my legs, making the short skirt I had worn, ride up obscenely.
His big hands teased along that newly exposed skin, and I felt my heart rate pick up. I mewled as he got closer and closer to my wet, needy pussy.
“How long has it been, since you came for me, pet?” he asked, his voice a breath against my ear.
Too long.
“Three weeks, Sir,” I whispered.
“And have you been a good girl for me? Have you done your edging?”
I squirmed. “Yes, Sir.”
“Mmm, tell me how needy you are.” He ground against me, trailing his fingers down my bare legs.
I blushed, I couldn’t help it. “Very needy, Sir. I… ache.”
His fingers continued their slow tease down the back of my calves.
“I… um.” My blush deepened. “I have an idea.”
Okay, I’ve had lots of ideas these past few weeks.
He nipped at my earlobe. “Tell me.”
Press my luck.
I held his face in my in my hands, making him look at me. From the hungry look in his eyes, it was clear that I wasn’t the only one that was… ready. I licked my lips. “I want you… force me.”
He laughed. “Force you? Do I even need to?” He worked my skirt up over my hips and pulled me against him.
“We can, like, pretend.”
“Pretend you’re not a shameless whore for me?”
I giggled. “Yes.” I kissed him, sucking his lip into my mouth. I bit down and listened to him moan. My teeth sunk in. “I want you to force me,” I said. “Show me that you’re bigger and stronger than me.”
He wrapped his fingers through my hair and devoured my mouth. “How should I show you?”
“Chase me… force me…” I breathed, between his kisses. “Use me like a piece of fuckmeat.”
His growl got deeper.
“Make me run. Make me afraid…”
I screamed as his fingers tightened their grip and dragged me off the counter. My legs were shaky, as he held me there. I looked up at him, and I knew my eyes were too wide.
He let me go. A devilish smile played across his lips, that made things low in my body clench.
I blushed, trying to steady myself on my ridiculously tall heels while readjusting my skirt.
“Leave it.” His voice was deep with primal need, and his eyes raked over me. “Leave it, and run.”
Run.
Something about hearing that one last word sent a prickle of fear sliding down my spine.
His eyes narrowed. “Run,” he said. “Now.”
I ran.