In his grasp

I want more

For the rest of the week I wanted more from him. I wanted to know what it felt like to have my body go through the same thing. It looked good. Or at least I think it did, unless it hurt. But why would he seem happy after I hurt him?

“Are you okay?” Molly grabbed my hand and I jumped. 

“You have seemed off the past few days. Is everything okay?” She asked again. I couldn’t tell her what happened because I didn’t understand it myself. I had to think of something. 

“I’m on” I said. She shifted her mouth into an o shape and nodded her head. 

“That would explain it” she smiled. I pressed my lips together and looked back at my book that was open on the desk. The teacher was babbling on about history and the war. I wasn’t really listening, I couldn’t stop trying to analyse what had happened with Joe. I had to behave or he will punish me again. I didn’t want that. 

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A few years passed and I managed to only get punished a couple more times. It was mainly because I went out to parties and had alcohol. The punishments got worse and involved various techniques like playing with me until I was close then raving me at the beginning of an orgasm. He would hit me twice as hard and increased the number of slaps. I finally got to a point where I knew I needed to be good as I didn’t want to be punished anymore. Me and Molly had been through the highs and lows of the high school years and I was finally 16. I had lost my virginity to a guy I had met through a friend. However I stupid to believe he was any good as all the girls wanted him and as soon as he got what he wanted, he moved on and had s*x with someone else the next day behind my back.  It was our last year and we had nearly finished our exams. We couldn’t wait because then we wouldn’t have to go back! It was going to be a long summer. Joe managed to start up his own business and was doing really well. He had his own penthouse office and finally got his own house, all at age 21. I was so proud of him.

Whenever I had an issue I could always speak to Joe,  no matter what he was doing he would always pick up his phone to me. He was really there for me when I had been cheated on and made sure that I was okay. However I haven’t got to see him in a few months because of how busy he has been with his business. That sucked. 

I missed him, I missed feeling protected and safe when I was with him. 

I walked through the school hall to my final exam room and took my bag to the cloakroom. I walked in and sat at a desk. No one was allowed to speak to each other. Ryan sat a few rows across to the left and about 3 rows down. I looked over at him and smirked as he pulled a bored face. The examiner went through the rules like always and started the timer on the clock. This was going to be long, everyone opened the first page of their booklets...

An hour passed and the timer went off. Everyone closed their booklets and exited the hall row by row. Molly ran up to me as I grabbed my bag. 

“How did you do?” She asked I shrugged as I pulled my phone out of my bag. 

2 missed calls... 

unknown 

I scrunched my face up in confusion. 

“Are you coming?” Molly asked

“What?” 

“To the end of exams party at Ryan’s” she said in frustration. I blinked and shook my head. 

“Oh, um, yeah...sure... when?” I asked. 

“Saturday night, I will meet you at yours for say... 5?” I looked at her and smiled

“Great!” I said. 

We walked towards the double doors to the outside when my phone rang again. 

Unknown...

My heart skipped. Who would be calling me on unknown. 

“Hello?” 

“Hello, is that Miss Lauren Simmons?” A polite, profession woman asked. 

“Uhh... yes?” 

“This is Mr Stone’s receptionist here...” my heart started beating uncontrollably. 

“...he was hoping to book an appointment with you this evening?” She continued. I paused for a moment, taking in a deep breath to slow my heart rate. I’ve never been to his office or his work place... ever.

“Yes, I can do this evening” I replied trying to cover up my enthusiasm.

“Brilliant, 7pm okay with you?” I agreed and she finished the conversation with

“We will send a car to pick you up, would that be okay?” A car! How much money was he making. 

“Yes that will be fine, I look forward to meeting Mr. Stone at 7” I replied before hanging up. Molly was looking at me puzzled. I shrugged and we walked towards the main gates.

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The increased feeling of anxiety shot through my body as I stared at this tall building. I didn’t know what this was about as I have never set foot inside of this building. I took a deep breath and walked in to find a woman at the front desk. I wonder if that was the same woman that had spoken to me on the phone.

“Hello there, how may I help?” She asked with a painted smile on her face. I could tell from her voice that it was the same woman. She was gorgeous! Long blonde hair, blue eyes and an amazing figure. She sat there looking at me waiting for me to say something. 

“I’m... Miss Simmons” I said trembling. Her eyes looked at every part of me before smiling and picking up the phone. She pressed a few buttons and paused. 

“Mr Stone, Miss Simmons is here for you” she stared at her desk whilst she waited for his reply then hung up the phone. She stood up and straightened her suit jacket before pointing to the door. 

“He’s ready for you” I walked towards the door and took a deep breath in. I opened the door as confidently as my hands would let me and entered. There he was, all suited and booted in navy blue. He looked up at me and then looked back at the papers on the desk. 

“Close the door Lauren” he said not giving me another glance. I turned around and shut the big double doors and turned back to face him. A moment passed before he took his attention off of what was in front of him. 

“Sit” he said pointing to the seat in front of the desk. I haven’t seen him for ages and he doesn’t seem to care. I sat down and looked at him as he gazed over at me. 

“I’ve m...” he cut me off 

“So when were you going to tell me”. His look was hard and his mouth was pressed together. I say that with my lips slightly apart wondering what he was taking about. 

“This party?” He called me for an appointment at his office to talk about the end of exams party. Is he serious. 

“What?” I managed to spit out. He stood from his desk and pulled his blazer down before leaning over the desk to decrease the distance between us. I was intimidated. 

“How did you...”

“Oh come on Lauren, your friends are constantly posting things online”. He was stalking my friends?! I thought he wasn’t really bothered about me. I looked down at my hands that were clasped together on my lap. I was wearing a pencil skirt with a white blouse. I thought he might like it. 

“I don’t understand, I always go to parties and you never cared before” I muttered. 

“And you think that the release of exams is going to be like every other party” he raised his eye brow.

“ I was young once too you know” he sternly said. I stayed quiet, I was still in shock.

“I have been very busy, I will admit that, but you’ve never stopped being my little sister, I am here to protect you” he continued. I couldn’t help but blush a little. 

“Is there going to be drink? Drugs? Boys?” He questioned with his tone raising. I shrugged and he stepped back from the desk. He walked around it and perched himself in front of me. He placed his finger under my chin and raised my head. 

“Your a young woman now, guys are going to try to take advantage of you. I can’t allow that” he connected to my eye line and paused. I shook my head. 

“I won’t let them Joe” I said. He chuckled and sat back. 

“And are you going to be taking drugs?” He said expecting the answer he knew I would give. I looked at him with a cheeky smile. I couldn’t help myself. 

“Maybe”. He sat very still and his face tensed up. He grabbed my face and said “pardon”. His grip was tight and shook my head. “No, no I won’t” I muffled. 

“And are you going to be having s*x?” He bluntly replied. 

“I don’t know, I don’t think so” this time he stood up and leant towards me. Without saying a word he smiled and gripped my shirt to make me stand up. Why was he being so aggressive with me. I haven’t actually done anything. 

“Don’t move” he said as I stood in front of the chair. He walked over to the door and locked it. Then he used his telephone on the desk to call his receptionist. 

“Cassie, cancel my next appointment please, I haven’t finished here” he hung up the phone. Fear swept through my body like a gust of wind. He walked towards me and twisted me round to lean me against his desk. He pulled the chair closer to me and sat on it. The air was tense and his eyes were filled with frustration. 

“Now” he said pulling up my skirt to my thighs. 

“You don’t know if your going to have s*x at this party?” He repeated. I breathed heavily as he ran his fingers up the inside of my leg. He the pulled my pants aside and entered his fingers, pulling them out and pushing them in, gaining momentum. My head tilted back and began to moan. As I felt something building he took his hand away. 

“Answer me” he pushed.

“No, I won’t” I promised, begging for more. He pulled my skirt all the way up and pulled my pants to my ankles. 

“No you won’t, because Lauren...” he looked down at my bare p***y and then looked back at me. 

“You are mine”. He buried his face into my groin, licking and playing as I moaned. This felt amazing. I didn’t even care about how possessive he was being. I kind of liked it . After a few minutes I felt every part of me begin to stumble. 

“Please, I’m gonna” I couldn’t finish my sentence as the sensation was so powerful. 

“Please...” he stopped. I looked down at him with desperation in my eyes. I was confused. He slapped my p***y and repeated himself. 

“Please... what?” 

“Please sir” I submitted and he continued until what was building up exploded. I felt my legs tremble as he slowed down. I stood there catching my breath as he stood up towards me. He gripped my hair and whispered in my ear. 

“Good girl”. He grinned as pulled my skirt back down. 

“You can go now” he rudely said as he walked back round his desk.  I was still, I couldn’t move a muscle. I wanted more. I wanted him to carry on. 

“But...” 

“Lauren I have a lot to do, go now and I will ring you a bit later” he said continuing with his work. Was this a dream?