Cuffs
Fun
“THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?” I yelled, after my body stopped bouncing from Gerard throwing me on his bed. He straddles me, and I try to buck him off, but each time he only restrains me harder. How the fuck did he get so strong? “Get the fuck off of me, Gerard!” I hiss through gritted teeth, trying to fight off his relentless grip.
“You’re so feisty.” He smiles, as he leans down towards me, “I like that,” he whispers in my ear, and then licks it.
“Stop it!” I turn away.
“If you want me to stop so badly, why don’t you cry for help, Frankie? We’re not here alone.” He states condescendingly, narrowing his eyes, “And if I stop now you’ll miss out on all the fun.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask, panic welling up in my chest.
“You’re the type that likes to play dumb, huh?” He chuckles playfully, pulling out a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket.
“No!” I widened my eyes, pleading desperately.
“Yes!” He grins pervertedly, “This is fun.” He explains, giving the cuffs a shake.
“You’re so feisty.” He smiles, as he leans down towards me, “I like that,” he whispers in my ear, and then licks it.
“Stop it!” I turn away.
“If you want me to stop so badly, why don’t you cry for help, Frankie? We’re not here alone.” He states condescendingly, narrowing his eyes, “And if I stop now you’ll miss out on all the fun.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask, panic welling up in my chest.
“You’re the type that likes to play dumb, huh?” He chuckles playfully, pulling out a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket.
“No!” I widened my eyes, pleading desperately.
“Yes!” He grins pervertedly, “This is fun.” He explains, giving the cuffs a shake.
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This is the first slightly erotic scene I've written.