The Love of My Bully

Without Sean, he wouldn’t have been able to keep her here. Sean made her weak, and in order to be strong, she would need to learn to make some pretty fucking brave decisions.

Using all of his strength, he turned her, rolling her to the floor beneath him. It took him several attempts to get her hands above her head, but once he did, he finally was in control. “You need to learn to stop fighting me so much.”

She cried out, releasing a growl. “I’ll never stop fighting you. You think you’ve won. You’re not even close to winning.”

“I’ve got you pinned underneath me and you’re nearly naked. Just think of all the amazing things I could do to you right now.” He didn’t let go of her wrists but to prove just how vulnerable she was, he thrust his cock against her. He was fucking hard. Fighting with Prudence always aroused him. He didn’t even know why, only that he couldn’t help himself. He liked to fuck with her, to mess with her mind.

She stopped struggling and he didn’t want her to just stop. As he stared down at her, the silence seemed to ring out in the room. In the distance, he heard the music from the party. Everyone was all around, and yet, he couldn’t give a single fuck about what was going on in other rooms. All of his focus was on the now, waiting to see what she’d do next, what would happen.

“Get off me,” she said.

“No.”

“Why do you have to keep on pushing? Why don’t you just leave things alone?” She began to wriggle against his hold but he was stronger. She was at his mercy, not the other way around. It didn’t take her long to get tired and start to scream at him to let her go. He watched her, feeling like an intruder.

There was so much passion in her actions, so much desperation, and he wanted to harness it. To fill the void that was inside him. Instead, he merely watched, waiting for her to lose control.

Tears welled in her eyes and he was fascinated as they cascaded down her face. Her body shook, as did her tits.

She was a bigger girl, had thicker hips and thighs. He’d bullied her because of her weight but he’d never really given a fuck about how heavy she was. Staring at her now, he felt a stirring in his cock.

Tilting his head to the side, he already knew what her lips tasted like, sweet. He wanted to taste her again and to have her completely at his mercy. No girl had ever made him feel this way. Never had him so consumed with her that he wanted to find out exactly what made her tick. “Are you giving up yet?” he asked.

“I’ve got nothing more to do. Why are you doing this to me? I’ve never done anything to you and I can’t handle this anymore. Please, just stop.”

He sat back, off her body, staring across at her, seeing her so lost and so broken. This wasn’t what he wanted. Resting his hands on his knees, he waited, expecting the usual anger he normally felt curling inside him. Most often when he was with her, he was more than happy to lash out and hurt her. He liked her tears but he preferred her pain more. Especially when she hit him back, when she forced him to deal with him.

Rubbing circles on her knees, he was a little perplexed about what to do. This wasn’t normal for him, and he didn’t like it.

She sat up, her tits shaking as she did.

Her nakedness seemed right to him. What was going on between them was more than modesty. He didn’t need for her to be covered to respect her.

“Drake?”

He didn’t want her to speak, not right now. Leaning forward, he was so close that he felt her breath fan across his face. Her eyes were incredibly wide and if he moved a little closer and she rapidly blinked her eyes, it would look like butterflies.

She tried to pull away but he couldn’t have that. He didn’t want her leaving him so quickly. Cupping her face, he held her, not giving her room to leave.

She tried to struggle away but he wouldn’t let her go. She was at his mercy, which was exactly where she was meant to be. If she lifted her hands off the floor, she’d hurt herself.

Her lips looked so inviting. Plump and ready to be kissed.

Chapter Five

She shouldn’t be here

Nearly naked and alone with Drake was not on Prudence’s to-do list. Nor was being held by him with no way to escape. Her heart pounded and she wanted to run to Sean and have him drive out of the party without a second glance.

She held on to Drake, hoping he’d stop being a dick and finally let her free.