Claimed
The dark figure loomed over the bed as she slept. The perfect orbs of gentle green he so adored hidden by the mask of sleep, her body curled around a pillow that lay by her side, soft strands of her hair clinging to her peaceful face. She breathed slowly, deeply, and as her chest heaved under the lily-white sheets of her bed, his body ached for her. He could feel the outline of his hunger for her straining against the denim of his black jeans, a desire that had been driving him for hours now finally beginning to consume his soul. He had watched her down in the bar as she had moved throughout the crowds within it, stopping to chat here or there, smiling at those she knew, those she loved, her little friend in tow, the two turning heads wherever they moved.
The image that had stayed with him most had been of her out on the dance floor, her arms around the baby of the McMahon family, the two girls tempting and teasing every male in the room with their game of bump and grind against each other, their touches affectionate, intimate. They played the game well, knowing the power of it, revelling in it. But though most of the men that had looked on longed for the both of them, he had no desire for the little Princess.
He wanted only her.
And there she lay now. So striking in her beauty that merely gazing at her was almost enough to drive him over the edge.
But he had gazed long enough.
For too long had the sweet beauty gone untouched, unclaimed. He would not let her remain so any longer. A wicked smile painting his face, he stepped around the bed, his eyes roaming across the second bed in the room where it stood only a metre or so from her own. As inseparable as they appeared on the dance floor as they seduced whoever happened to gaze their way, the twosome were even more so away from prying eyes. One rarely ventured far without the other.
Tonight that would change. He moved nearer the Princesses bed, creeping onto it with care, a hand skimming softly up her throat. She moaned slightly where she lay from the sweetness of the touch, the pleasing sound merging into a startled gasp when the gentleness died away and his fingers gripped tightly around her throat. Suddenly all too awake the girl stared up at him, her brown eyes wide with a delicate mixture of surprise and fear. "Scott…" she barely managed to whisper past his suffocating grip on her airway.
"Leave. Now." Was all he said. His eyes boring down into the girls coolly, his intentions clear.
And the will to hurt her all the more should she dispute him all too apparent.
Trembling beneath him, knowing full well he would not hesitate to beat her in to a bloody pulp should she so much as argue, the girl nodded. He released his grip on her and backed far enough away to allow her to climb from the bed. Her eyes never left his as she moved away, stepping backward slowly until she was firmly up against the door. He raised an eyebrow at her in warning, and she nodded, slowly, silently slipping out of the room.
Pleased he climbed from the bed, lifting his shirt from his body and casting it aside before loosening his belt from the waist of his jeans. Each movement slow and deliberate, he crept across the bed of the remaining girl, careful not to wake her until he was ready for her, his body, so much larger than her own, pressing gently into her. She shifted slightly beneath him and he smiled, his arousal now firmly pressed against her waist as he leant down to place a tantalizing kiss on her lips. He rest the belt down beside her, slowly untangling her from the pillow she had wrapped herself around, his movements seductive but careful as his lips moved to her neck and the base of her throat. His hands took hers and he raised them above her head, his hands gently caressing up and down her arms.
And still she stirred, not waking…
Until the belt that he had laid beside her wrapped around her wrists, locking her with a sharp, painful pull to the head of the bed.
Her green eyes opened, her breathing laboured from the remnants of fright that reverberated through her body. She looked up at him, confusion on her face, her arms moving fitfully, her hands searching for a freedom that would not come from the leather confines wrapped around her wrists. "What are you… What are you doing?" she murmured breathlessly. He merely smiled at her in return, and horrified, she whispered, "Scott…" Her voice echoed her trepidation, "Scott, please. What are you doing?"
"Claiming you," he tore the sheet from across her body, beaming when he saw how little she was wearing underneath, "Like I should have a long time ago." His hand nestled roughly into the Singlet she wore, tearing the material from her body without concern before he knelt between her thighs, his hands wrapping in her panties to yank them roughly away from her.
"But… Scott… Please… I…" Her voice trailed away, the girl's teeth sinking nervously into her lower lip, her mind a blur, unable to grasp that he was there, that he was going to…
He chuckled, lifting her waist from the bed, as he leaned forward, the crotch of his jeans now pressed between her naked thighs, the man completely unconcerned whether she wanted him or not. Because he wanted her, and she had tempted and teased him far long enough. The little glances she would throw his way, the way she would smile and giggle around the other boys. He captured her lips in his, kissing her fully, demandingly, his tongue sliding into her mouth dictatorially, his intentions of owning her body clear.
"P… Please…" She looked around desperately, her eyes falling on her friends bed, "Kalli…"
"She's gone," he told her, the stunned girl merely lay frozen beneath him in response, her eyes locked on his as his hands roughly skimmed her now naked body. He took hold of her breasts tightly, violently, her nipples being squeezed between a finger and thumb in turn as he moved his mouth from hers, his wicked smile never wavering for a moment as he spoke, "You can scream if you want to."
But even if she had wanted to, no sound would slip from the girl's throat, her very being shocked into silence as his lips moved to her neck, his teeth roughly scraping across her flesh between rough kisses and long, little licks that sent shivers down her spine. Again she bit down into her lip, her eyes slipping closed, her mind fighting to understand the very gravity of the situation she was now in. His mouth moved down to her breasts, biting them and lapping at them quickly and forcefully in turn as he started to slide his jeans from his body, eventually kicking them off. The hardened length of him dug sharply into her thighs and suddenly she understood all to well what was happening.
"Scott…" she whimpered, "Please."
"Please what?" He chuckled, his hand settling between her thighs, reaching forward so one finger drug slowly across her clit, the girl tensing beneath him, a startled gasp escaping her as she whimpered. "Please fuck you?" he laughed, "Because that was exactly what I had in mind, baby."
"No… Please…" But as his finger dragged slowly across her clit again, she cried out softly, her body instinctively arching up into the touch. He laughed at her instinctive reaction to him and her cheeks flushed crimson. "Please… No…" But again her voice trailed away as the dark haired man moved down between her thighs, his mouth settling roughly over her mound, his tongue flickering over her clit. The words of protest that had been hanging on her lips were swallowed by the gasp that broke from within her, her body shaking at his touch. He lapped and lapped at her, his mouth working her without restraint, the touches filled with his physical dominance over her, no hint of tenderness or love in them. He was there for one thing and one thing only, she could make no mistake about that.
His hands gripped her hips as he licked and suckled on her clit, his strong hands pinning her tiny waist to the bed, the hold of his fingertips bruising with the pressure her lay upon her skin. And though she hurt, his touches were persistent, and even as her head still screamed at her to say no, to fight, her stomach had begun to flutter with the first hints of excitement, her clit quivering beneath the touches. She could feel the dampening of arousal begin to fill her, and the deeper she breathed, the more lost to the feelings she became until all she could do was whimper beneath him and pray he would not stop.
Smirking smugly when he heard her protests come to a screeching halt, the man rose to his knees again, lifting her waist a second time. One hand gripped the length of his hardened cock and before she could come to her senses at the ceasing of his manipulations of her, he slammed into her as deeply as he could, filling her to the very brim, the force behind the move jolting her entire body. She cried out in pain and he smiled, pulling back to slam back down into her with exactly the same force again. A second cry escaped her and savouring the thrilling sound of pain tainted by pleasure he moved a third time and a forth, the man filling her over and over, in and out, the force like a striking blow that was repeated time and time again.
Trembling, crying from the pain that racked her, the girl whimpered again, near sobbing from the disregard with which he treated her body. Still her mind screamed at her to fight…
Yet still her body responded to him.
No longer did the man need to hold her hips above the bed to ease his long deep strokes into her, able to settle his hands into the mattress at either side of her to aide his movements as the girl pushed up against him, her back completely arched from the bed. Her rigid body moved in perfect compliance with his, welcoming each deep thrust before hurrying forward again to meet the next one, the two moving in complete harmony with one another.
Eventually the thrusts came harder and deeper, at slightly slower intervals until he settled into her with one last vicious slam before he groaned sharply, his shaft tightening as his release came and he spurted inside of her. He collapsed forward, his heavy weight pinning her to the bed, fighting desperately for breath.
Her own body still in serious longing for release, the girl managed to shift slightly beneath him, whispering frantically, "Scott… Please…"
Still shaking, weakened, the man climbed from her, "Don't worry," he told her, even though knew full well what she was asking for, "I'm done." She gave him a pitiful look as he began to pull his clothes back on and he chuckled, nodding his understanding. "Maybe next time, baby."
Hurt, furious, tears filled the girls eyes and she snapped angrily, "What makes you even think there's going to be a next time?"
"Carley," he cooed, leaning over her to retrieve his belt and free her of her bindings. He leant down and placed a soft kiss on her forehead, his smirk as smug as ever, "What makes you think there's not going to be?" He leered at her, satisfied, then he walked away, leaving her alone in the dark hotel room.
She stared after him, frustrated beyond all reasoning as she sat up, angry tears beginning to paint her face as she rubbed her aching wrists, dark swelling already starting to appear on them. She hurt everywhere, her entire being aching from the complete disregard he had treated her with.
And an ache to be treated that way again someday…
~ The End ~