Twisted Desires

*Kristin*

He watched me with undisguised interest. His piercing blue eyes convey his lustful intentions. Feeling increasingly uneasy, I decided to change seats and moved further away from him. My determination to remain indifferent quickly crumbles when he approaches my table and introduces himself.

“I recognized you and just wanted to come over and say hello,” he says with a warm smile

I hesitate before responding. My heart is racing and my tight dress is suddenly feeling tighter. It’s constricting me with every breath I draw in. I can’t remember ever seeing this man before tonight, let alone meeting him.

“That’s impossible,” I challenge him coolly.

“We’ve never met before.”

He takes a swig of his beer, then leers at me. “Are you sure about that?” His tone is low and suggestive, sending shivers down my spine. I know that I’m already tipsy. All I wanted to do tonight was get a little drunk and enjoy a night out… alone. I feel my face flush with anger. How dare he flirt with me like this? I had come here to get away from men like him, not find another one.

Since the end of September, I have been drudging through the longest breakup known to man with my ex, Daniel. He’s a highly skilled detective. His reputation as a strong, brave, compassionate, and charming guy is exactly the opposite of who he is. Two years of torture for me is more what it felt like.

We finally ended things when I stumbled across his Tinder profile in a local “Is This Your Man?” Facebook group. Though it wasn’t surprising to see, it just came to show how fucked up our relationship was. It confirmed my suspicions about him cheating. What nailed the head on the coffin was when I went to confront him and found him in bed with my best friend, Sadie.

I was psychologically and emotionally abused. I was consistently left in the background while he had everything he ever wanted. I can’t believe I didn’t put the pieces together sooner. It could have saved a lot of heartache, but Daniel wouldn’t give up. He would text and call hundreds of times, despite my efforts to stay as far away from him as I could. He always seemed to be where I was. I still feel trapped, even though I am newly single.

The intensity of this random man’s stare; the heat emanating from his body… It was hard to resist. Before I could stop myself, our lips were locked together, passionately devouring each other in a way that left us breathless. Our hands roamed across each other’s bodies, exploring every curve and valley with hungry precision in front of everyone at this bar.

I am well aware this could become a regrettable decision, but something inside me is screaming for release. I don’t care at this moment that there could be extreme repercussions from this encounter.

I pulled away, looking into his icy blue eyes that seemed to stare directly into my soul, devouring every little detail of me. “I need to use the lady's room.” I say with a grin.

“I can wait,” he says as he leans in closer. “...But I don’t like to be kept waiting long.” His hand squeezes squeezed my ass hard, causing me to bite my lip, a habit I can’t seem to quit. I pull away from him slowly, unable to take my eyes off him.

I finally found the strength to walk my tipsy ass to the bathroom. My purse and phone clang loudly against the porcelain sink and counter. I brace myself against the cool surface of the sink and squeeze my eyes closed.

“Count to five, Kris. Calm yourself. You’re single. This is okay. There’s nothing wrong with having fun.” I whisper, trying to tell myself that there’s nothing wrong with meeting a guy and fucking him within the first five minutes of knowing him.

“Yes, just breathe.” The man’s voice startles me out of my lame attempt at a meditation technique.

I spin around and there he is; leaning against the wall by the door, lazily watching me. “This is a women’s bathroom, can you read?!” I hiss at him. Who does this guy think he is? He can’t just come into the women’s bathroom. This is the beginning of a 48-hour episode waiting to happen.

My eyes widened and my breath became unsteady as I looked toward the door. I can’t run out of this bathroom with him standing so close to it, if he wanted to hurt me, he could overpower me with ease.

As if reading my mind, he drags his eyes up my body to meet mine and locks the door of the bathroom with a swift motion.

My heart begins to beat rapidly in my chest when the lock clicks, loudly echoing off the walls of the small room. All of the alarm bells are going off inside me, causing me to tense with fear. This is not what I had in mind when I decided to finally go out instead of sitting in front of the TV with my messy hair and undone puffy face as I cry and eat all of my favorite comfort foods.

“I said I don’t like to be kept waiting long,” he says, in a low voice, as he pushes off the wall and begins to make his way towards me. I backed up, bumping the sink and wishing I could just move through walls. As he got closer, I let out a ragged breath that I had trapped in my lungs.

“Listen, buddy, you’re making me uncomfortable as hell. I’d appreciate it if you’d just leave. This was a mistake and I don’t want to continue this little encounter that we had going on out there.” My voice trembles slightly, but I want it to sound harsh. I want him to leave. I watched as his body got closer to mine, invading all of the space I had before.

I find myself scanning his body from head to toe. He is tall but skinny. He has very well-defined muscles and the veins in his arm are bulging from the heat of the alcohol he had been drinking earlier. I can smell his cologne, the shampoo he used this morning, and a minty scent from his breath as he slowly chews the gum in his mouth. I feel a familiar heat in between my thighs. This man was ravishingly hot, but scary in some type of way; terrifying. He towers over me, making me feel small.

I couldn’t help but notice the growing bulge in his pants. I know in my gut that he has plans for me

“Listen, baby,” he says with a mocking tone of voice. “We’re going to continue what we had out there. You’ve done too much to me just by simply walking into this bar. If I don’t have you now, I won’t be able to let you go.”

I have no idea what that even means. I peer up at him from behind thick lashes, my eyes brimming with tears of fear. He grabs my hand firmly and places it on his chest, moving it down to his stomach. I can feel his muscles beneath the soft T-shirt he is wearing. His body is warming my cold hand. I find myself moving my hand down to the edge of his jeans. My breath hitches when I feel the hard bulge as I make my way down further.

His fingers taunt the edges of my dress, while mine trace the outline of his hardened member through his jeans. The man lets out a low groan as I apply more pressure to my touch. He grabs my ass with both of his hands and he easily pulls my body up to sit me on the counter. My dress is now hiked up, exposing my soft, creamy thighs. I gasp as he moves quickly, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling his cock out. He is big. I cannot see myself being able to enjoy the girth his cock had on display. I bite my lip, suppressing a whimper at the thought of it stretching me open and assaulting me in the most pleasant ways.

He hikes my dress up around my hips with one arm around me and the other working feverishly to move my panties to the side. His thumb brushes across my wetness and he lets out another groan.

“See? You’re already so wet for me, little one,” he groans, pulling me closer to the edge of the counter as he slowly parts my legs. Looking into my eyes, he sets the head of his cock at the entrance to my wet and waiting hole. I lock eyes with him as I wait for what will come next. Excitement, lust, and fear coursing through me, making me almost writhe with need.

His hand snaked up my body and found its way to my neck. “You aren’t going to enjoy this, but I am,” he whispered, his voice low and coarse. Before I can react to him and ask what he meant, I feel his cock slam into me, causing my body to go rigid and stiff. I can’t stop the scream coming from me as I feel the sensation of being stretched beyond my limits without any time to adjust to his monstrous size. He starts a wild assault on my cunt, power driving himself into me with a jackhammer speed. Grunting as he pushes his cock as deep into me as he can, all while staring into my eyes the whole time with a wicked grin on his face. “Take my cock, Kristin. Take it like a good girl,” he moans out.

“How… the fuck… ohh… how… do you know... my name?!” I scream between moans of pain and pleasure. My brain is swirling with confusion and I can feel my climax rise from deep inside me. I can hear the slippery sound of my pussy as he smacks against me with every deep thrust. I can’t stop myself from continuing to moan, tears falling down my rose-colored cheeks as his grip on my neck tightens a little more.

“I’ve known you for years,” he grunts out. “You just haven’t noticed me until now.” His thrusts become unrelenting as he wildly fucks me. I can feel my pussy clenching around him as he continued his violent fucking. I am moaning and crying now. “Cry for me. Cry out for me baby,” he whispers breathlessly. “Cry, baby. Let me hear you, let it out.”

“Please!” I whine. My hands wrap around his wrist as he holds my neck tighter. I can’t get a full breath. Stars began to cloud my vision and a strange but familiar sensation began to wash over me, causing goosebumps to rise all over my body. My nipples pucker hard under my dress and I can feel my pussy swell. He doesn’t slow down; he doesn’t stop. I am losing control of my own body, “I’m going to cum!” I choke out, trying to breathe. “I can’t -” Breathe, I think in my head.

I can feel him grow closer to his release, his cock pulsing with each thrust inside me, I hear him, one groan and grunt after another. His squeeze tighter and his body rigid. His other hand gripped my hip hard, surely to leave a bruise the next morning. “Oh yes, little one. That’s it. Lose control, baby. Cum on my cock. I can’t cum til you do, better hurry, I’m close.” As if obeying him immediately, I feel my body betray me. My climax hits me, wave after wave. His grip on my throat makes it impossible to scream out my release. He starts to slam into me harder, deeper, and faster.

He is staring into my eyes as he pumps thick ropes of cum inside me. “Take my cum, slut,” he growls in my ear as I begin to lose consciousness. I can’t hold back my strangled moans. I can’t not admit that this is probably the hottest sex I have ever had, but it’s still wrong. I choke, trying to say anything I can, but he squeezes tighter. “I’ll see you again. Don’t worry.”

I can feel myself losing my grip on consciousness. My body is now lifeless and my vision is blurred. Tears stain my cheeks and I take my last look at him as he finishes inside of me. He took his time getting all his cum inside me. Slowly rocking back and forth as I fight to stay conscious. My body has gone completely limp after the orgasm he gave me. Soon after, it was over. He moves my hair out of my face before wiping away the tears that were tailing down my face.

“You are so beautiful. You’ll know that soon enough, baby,” he whispers. “This is what you do to me baby,” he grunts as he pushes inside my body. Between the alcohol, the blinding orgasm, and the lack of oxygen, everything goes dark.