I'm Christina. I'm 18 years old. I'm Catholic. I'm a virgin. And I'm a sinner. I spend more time in confession than the irish whore around the corner.

Oops! Something else I have to confess. I am currently having unholy thoughts about Linda. The beautiful, sexual woman who sells love to other people. I saw her before, in an alley with two men. I'd love to try that. It has my private area wet just thinking about it.

See how bad I am. I always have these thoughts in my head. I can't help it! It could be during mass when I have the thought of somebody having my body to do with as they wish.

Today I will be going to confession. I came very close to touching myself last night. And I am wearing bright pink silk panties. Not for any ordinary reason, but because they feel unforgivably exciting when I walk. The soft silk slides across me in the most beautiful way.

****

I opened the door, stepped inside and took my seat.

I heard coughing from the other side of the wall separating us before he began to speak.

"What do you wish to confess child?"

Huh, that's not the usual way we begin. I wonder if he's I'll. Or maybe he just fancies a change.

"I have been having unholy thoughts father. Of a sexual nature."

"Well child, that is natural for a young woman of your age. I understand you are not acting on these thoughts?"

"You are correct that I do not act on my thoughts father. But I have these thoughts unnaturally often. I had seven on my way here only."

****

I'm on my way home. Something wasn't right with father Kennedy. His constant defense of my sins was unheard of. I didn't understand the way he was going about my unholy thoughts. He basically told me it was OK. I was still a good girl. I left more confused then I went.

I just turned into the ally I'd witnessed our whore take on two men. I imagined it was me in her place, I felt my womanly area clench at the thought of being used that way.

Not paying attention to where I was going, I smacked my nose right into something hard. I moaned grabbing my face and taking a few steps back. Turning my face to the floor I checked to see if I'd given myself a nosebleed.

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going..." I looked up into a pair of beautiful ice blue eyes. My heart stopped. A handsome chiseled face, short dark hair styled in a naturally messy way. I could see his muscles through the tight blue t shirt. In one hand he held a leather jacket, his other hand rubbed his chest where I just attacked him with my nose.

"Are you alright there love? Daydreaming was you?" He gently asked, a smirk on his face. I detected a light Irish lilt. Oh my god, my knickers are wet.

"Haha, yes I'm sorry. I do apologize. I prefer to live in a pretend world, where there are no rules. Reality is different when it's in my head." I sent him my best smile, and in return received a look full of curiosity.

He stepped forward as he began to speak.

"So you don't like rules. Sometimes it's rules that keep us sane. Rules don't always minimize the excitement of life. They can give so much."

OK. This was getting a bit deep for me now. I didn't know him from Adam, and I had absolutely no idea what he was talking about.

"Well, I should be going now. My mothers expecting me..."

"No! Let me take you for a coffee."

"Thank you, but I don't drink coffee. I must get home." I was nervous. Something wasn't right. He's looking too closely at me. And we're alone in an ally.

"Well let me give you a lift then-"

"No!! I'm sorry, I must go."

I turned and walked away. Some sort of excitement bubbling up inside of me. I glanced behind me to get one more look at the handsome stranger.

He was gone. Strange.

I turned all the way, to make sure he wasn't just leaning on a wall or something.

A hand was suddenly slapped onto my mouth, pulling my head onto his chest.

"Looking for something?" He whispered, his mouth practically on my ear.

I muffled a reply and just started to shake my head when his free hand slammed down on my private area. Cupping me through the thin material of my skirt.

"Because I found what I was looking for.." With that moaned into my ear, he bit down on my earlobe, spun me around and slammed me against the brick wall.

I stared into his sparkling eyes as the world closed in around me. As my view darkened I realized I should be worried. I was upset that I wouldn't be able to continue looking at him.

A worrying thought right?

I watch the little lady as she comfortably sleeps. There's something about her. Something that I just can't say no to. Something that makes me need her. Bringing out a raw animalistic hunger.

Ordinarily,  I wouldn't bring girls here myself.  I may use girls that others have bought here, but I don't bring them myself.  I couldn't resist this one. More so, I couldn't remember the last time that I was told no. She had me craving something dark and forbidding with a few words from her sweet deprived mouth.

She conjures up something inside of me that even I don't understand.  Not in my 27 years. She moves slightly, a quiet angelic moan escaping her. Her blonde silken hair falling to cover her face. A strand, lying against her pink lips.

She pulls a knee up towards her stomach as if beginning to get comfortable on the black couch in the fetal position.  Her dress rides up baring her tanned legs to my eyes. I'm hard. I swig from the glass holding the amber liquid and grab the stiffness, pushing down in a harsh grip.

I just want to fuck her. That's all. I want to fuck her innocent cunt. Hard and rough. I want to fuck her Virgin arse. Forcing her to show me the shy whimpers and moans of ecstasy. And I want to fuck her sweet untouched mouth.

I know nobody's had her. I don't need proof.  Or anybodys words to tell me so.

I imagine her naked. Her arse in the air, presented to me. Her silver and golden locks spread on the ground her head rests on. I'd hold her wrists high up on her back. Forcing moan after moan from her precious mouth as I pound into her from behind.

I imagine holding her by the waist and having her ride my hard cock. Her tits bouncing in front of my face while -

Pulling myself back to the present I watch her move. The moans teasing my senses. She sits up and stretches, her eyes still closed. She stands and begins to walk to the right. Towards the door. 

I moaned sleepily, rolling onto my stomach I shuffled onto my back and then pushed the loose strands of hair from my forehead.

I sat up straight.  Stretching my aching back. I've never slept so well. My dream must of been fantastic. My skin quickly prickled with goosebumps. I'm cold. Not ready to open my eyes yet, I stand on weak shaking legs.

My dressing gown is on the hook of the door. I began to walk towards it while rubbing the stickiness from my eyes. 

"And where do you think you're going?"  The deep Irish scented honey coming from across the room.

My eyes shot open, and my body automatically stumbled back a few spaces as I swung my head around to find the stranger in my bedroom.

Except it wasn't a stranger.

"What are you doing here?" I asked,  my voice coming out as a high pitched squeak. My hand raising up and one accusing finger pointing at him.

He laughed . Not full blown laughter,  but more of a rough sarcastic laugh. "This is my world princess. I haven't entered yours, but you've entered mine. Don't panic love. And don't run. I'll tackle you quicker than a rugby ball at a match. Sit down and I'll explain."

I loudly gulped and my fingers began to twist into one another. A nervous habit of mine. Oh, bugger. This isn't my house.

I calmed my hands just below my breast. Sending a smile his way I answered him. "Ok then Mr. I'll listen to your explanation."

I sat back down on the black couch. And looked up at him, keeping my smile in place.

"Your brother owes me -us money. You'll stay with us until it's paid. Alright sweetheart.  That's all there is to it."

I sat and thought for a moment before continuing.

"Ok. Johnny will pay quickly.  I'm sure. Do I get my own room." showing him my best smile.

I need to be kind and polite to the handsome stranger. Who knows what he's capable of doing. 

I'll stick to my usual happiness.  He hasn't threatened me in anyway.

And I need him to let his guard down around me. Especially for when I run.

He has just sat looking at me for a while now. And although it's quite strange and off putting I feel the ache that lives inside me stretch and burn.

"Yes." he grunted at me. "So you will basically be my companion for sometime.  Where I go, you go. What I do, you do. You may find yourself having to try some new things. You don't want to be a boring guest."

I can tell from the smirk painting his face that he's trying to make me uncomfortable.  I won't let him. And I most certainly won't show him any discomfort on my behalf.

"Can I have something to eat please? I take it you will also be feeding me."

I watched him as the shocked expression flitted across his face. He wasn't expecting this response. Ha! 1 nil, to Christina.

He stood up and stepped towards me with his hand raised. The motion so fast that I quickly flinched. Tightly closing my eyes, head tilted to the floor.

When I felt no contact I slowly looked up to find him stood over me. A hand out in invitation. Well, I felt slightly silly now.

I reached my soft hand into his rough calloused one.  The friction of skin sent a shudder through my body. One that I could not hide.

He spun his hand so that he could grab my wrist. And in a harsh, tight grip he yanked me to my feet, pulling my body against his.

My breasts were suddenly squashed against his hard chest, and my nipples immediately peaked, a small gasp leaving me.

Feeling humiliated at my bodys sick reaction,  I quickly pull away and cross my arms over my chest incase anything now looks different.

I see his eyes darken while he looks at me. His white teeth sinking into his bottom lip. Uh oh. Maybe he's angry. As he takes a step forward,  I take four back. He doesn't like me moving away from him, and continues to stalk me across the long room.

I stop when I feel the tables edge digging into my lower back. I am definitely sure, that I don't like this game.

He stands only a breath away. Caging me against the table. One hand on each side of my hips, gripping the edge of the wood.

He leans in, his hot breath fanning my face. Oh God.

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

My face flames at the obscene question. "What? Well, of course not. Why would I want that? Don't be silly. Why would you ask such a question."

His eyes leave a tingling sensation as his gaze trails my body. The curve of my neck, my covered chest, my stomach and hips, my bare legs, and my pump covered feet. Then he retraces the trail back up to my face where his heavy looking eyes meet mine. It does something to me. A strange noise leaves my throat.

"Then stop fucking doing that. Stop everything you're doing.  I have warned you.  Carry on darling and I won't be able to help myself. Understand?"

I nod slowly.

"ANSWER ME!" He shouts.

"YES!... DON'T SHOUT AT ME!"

Uh oh. Uh oh. Uh oh. This is weird.  I shouted at him. That's not nice. Quick, do something nice.

I smile.  My most, innocent, sweetest smile. There. He won't want to hurt me now.

"You Mr, have an attitude."  With that I duck under his arm and skip towards the door.

"So, what's for lunch?"

I'll have to watch myself with him.

We're at a friends club at the moment.  It's important you stay with me. It's not a club for innocent eyes. Andrew said we can stay in the private area. It's basically a flat."

"Ok. So what kind of club is it?"

He stood up quickly,  making me jump. "C'mon. We'll get you a shower and some rest. Got a busy day tomorrow."

It doesn't go unnoticed that he didn't answer me, but a shower sounds heavenly. "Ok. That sounds grea- wait. You hit me!"

Now I'm angry, and I'm not too sure how to deal with it. I follow him up the narrow staircase and through a bolted door. I'm not about to let this go.

"Excuse me. I think I deserve an answer."

He spun around his hand shoving my chest, forcing me to slam against the now closed door. "Yes. I hit you.  Now shut the fuck up. You talk too much. "

"How dare you hit me. Or push me. You have no right. If you'd of just asked-"

"Listen here princess. Shut up, before I make you. I am warning you.  And if I'd of just asked, you wouldn't of come.  You wouldn't even go for coffee. Little Miss Perfect."

I stand there gobsmacked.  I realise he's right, but that doesn't mean he can force me. And I need answers.

"What's your name?"

"Jake."

"Ok Jake. I have some questions."

"No."

Oh my God.  He can't just tell me no!

"Now, wait a minute.  You need to answer my-"

"For fucks sake Christina.  I've damn warned you.  Shut the hell up."

"How about-"

"Right."

I watched as he stood and removed his tshirt revealing a beautifully muscled torso. Oh dear, my mouth is suddenly producing more saliva and my brain has gone fuzzy. It's when he undoes the button and zip on his jeans that I begin to panic.

I spin around and begin to undo the bolt on the door.

The door is slammed back down before I even have it open an inch. Then his large strong hand is gripped on my upper arm before he drags me across the room to another door. My wriggling around and jerking about not slowing his progress.

He pushed the wooden door open to reveal a tiny bathroom. 

"Stop fucking struggling."

Then with a shove to my back, I'm forced into the room.  Almost tipping over my own feet, I struggle to get my balance.

He follows me in. Shutting the door behind him, I watch as he locks it with a small silver key and then pockets the trinket.

"Take off your dress."

Did he really just say that to me?

"Sorry?"

"Take off your dress."

"No!" my voice coming out a confused high pitch. "You take your dress off."

It was only when I saw he was looking at me like a truly mad person that I realised what I'd said.

"I am pretty sure I'm not wearing a dress darling.  If that's something that you're really into I'll think about it." A smirk on his lips, he answered quite quickly. Why on earth would I want him to wear a dress.

"Clothes I meant.  You take your clothes off."

"Ok." he took the small silver key from his pocket and walked across to the shower cubicle. Placing the key on top of a wooden shelf high up in there.

He then turned towards me and dropped his jeans around his ankles. His large member bounced as if finally free from it's denim prison. I took it all in. It was so big and thick. Veins spread all over.  The head a dark purple. 

I feel myself blush.

He looks at me and wraps one fist around his member. "Now you."

"For fucks sake Christina.  Just take the damn dress off!"

"No."

"I won't tell you again.  How the fuck you going to shower in your dress? Take it off.  Or I will. And I can tell you now sweetcheeks,  you don't want me to take it off for you."

The threat was solid within his words. During our argument I had stated that I'll shower in my dress. He had the gall to call me stupid. I was not enjoying the conversation,  and throughout the whole thing I had to have a fascination with the corner of the room.

He was completely naked, I couldn't look. My body was involuntary acting strange and calling out for things I don't understand. I'm much safer with the grey corner. The tile with the dark cracking through it.

"No Jake.  I don't want to. You can't make me."

I heard his feet pound the tiled floor as he stamped his way towards me. As he reached me I flapped my arms around in his direction hoping to still any undressing or hitting from him. I didn't know where I was aiming as I refused to look at his naked self.

"What the fuck... Stop it! Fuck! Aah, bitch."

I realise he wasn't trying because within seconds of his final word I have been spun around,  my front pushed against the wall and my hair gripped in his hand.

"Calm the fuck down. I'm only getting you to take a God damn shower woman."

As soon as he loosens his grip I'm fighting.  Pushing slapping and kicking.  But before I know it he has me against the wall once again,  my arms are harshly twisted and held high on my back. My sweat streaked cheek pushed against the wall.

His hot breath against my ear and his body pressed against mine. I can feel his hardness press into the bottom of my back as he whispers to me. "I'm trying so hard not to touch you the way I want to.  Stop acting like a princess."

I don't answer him. My body is playing a game with my mind, and I'm trying so hard to make sure my mind wins.

His lips trail the back of my neck as he moves. He doesn't kiss me, just drags his lips across the bare skin.

Then his hand is at the hem of my dress, his fingertips just grazing the skin of my thigh. He fulls the fabric up, and bunches it in a tight fist above my backside,  causing the dress to tighten everywhere else.

I feel the first button pop. It flies away as if happy to be free from it's restrictions.

He's breathing heavily now. His hands grip the cheeks of my bottom before pulling my white panties upwards, causing them to slide between my cheeks as a thong would and dig in.

He pushes himself against me and grinds once before dragging the material down my legs.

My heart is pounding.  And I feel as though I can't breath properly. Is this what it's supposed to be like? It's too intense. I don't know how to respond.  My instinct is to fight, but he has my arms restrained in a way that if I struggle I'll be in huge amounts of pain.

He replaces the hand holding my arms with his chest. Using his weight to hold my arms in place he strokes up the sides of my body, from my thighs, over my hips and stomach to the sides of my breast, pulling the material of my dress as he goes.

Then with no warning he turns me, quickly slamming my back against the wall. Grabbing either side of the opening of the dress he pulls. His big muscles flexing as he rips the dress from my body. Then unclips the front clasp of my bra with two fingers as quick as blinking. 

I'm naked.

His eyes are dark and hooded as he looks my body over. I now realise this probably means he's excited. His Penis looks as if it's about to burst. And I have no idea what to do...

He steps back. "Get in that fucking shower now before I do something we'll both regret."

I scurry over quickly, realising I'm going to have to start listening when he warns me. I press a button on the shower. Then another, then another. Nothings happening and I feel as though I'm about to cry.

I'm suddenly shoved into the corner of the cubicle and his large body joins the small space.  He clicks two buttons and the shower starts.

I can't help watching as the spray hits his face and runs down his body. He takes up too much room. There is nowhere else to cast my eyes. What harm will looking do.

I watch as the water trickled down his face first. How droplets get caught in his hair before dropping freely only to get caught in his long dark lashes. I watch the droplets on his lips. Why do they take so long to roll away. It's as if they don't want to leave the comfort of the soft plump mouth.

It's his tongue that finally removes the one that has my attention.  Gently swiping across the lip, capturing the lone drop of water and slowly taking it back into his mouth.

It makes my stomach clench.

I continue to examine how the water falls against his body. I watch streams run down his muscled abs, right down his stomach where his hair begins as if in an arrow pointing downwards. I shoot my gaze back up and take in details of the black tribal tattoo. It starts below his ear, the thick dark curls of the art twisting and turning down his neck, shoulder and the length of his arm.

It finishes with sharp points at his knuckles.  Part of his hand covered in the intricate pattern. The hand that is currently wrapped around that body part.

The part that makes my womanly area swim in it's own wetness. I watch as he slides his fist up the length of his big thick hard peice.

I quickly look back up to his face.

He's watching me.

He's watched me watching him.

I've never felt so confused and humiliated.  I look away, but his growl quickly gets my attention.

"Watch." he tells me.

I turn my back on him, forcing myself to press into the wet tiles of the stall.

He's not playing.  He quickly turns me back around.  Grabbing both wrists he holds them high above my head against the tiled wall with his large hand.

It's easy for him to hold me in place. My nipples quickly harden while my private place clenches, the juices running quick. A small moan escapes me and I clench my legs together in hope of the feeling leaving me.

He won't allow it. While holding my wrists with one hand he continues to pump his huge member with the other. He pushes a knee between my thighs and spreads my legs. The clenching and aching now intensifies.

He pumps himself faster, his breath coming hard and heavy. Keeping his knee in place to keep my legs spread he comes closer. The tip of his monster almost touching me.

But he doesn't touch me that way. He continues to please himself.  His fist tight in hard, fast strokes. He only holds me in place.  My body drowning in a sweet torment I'll never understand, the word leaves me without me knowing what it means.

"Please..."

He looks at my face, as if he's just returned to reality.

"Please? Please what?"

He stops stroking himself but keeps a tight grip on the beast pointing towards me.

"I don't know."  I whisper,  my response seemingly crazy.

He pushes forward, keeping my body in the position he wishes. The tip of his manhood just grazes me. Brushing against the tiny bundle of nerves there.  The tiny touch alone sends my body into a frenzy.

A part of me crying out that this is wrong.  This is sinning.  Another part of me trying to break free. As if I have an animal inside of me caged up. It pushes at my morals like an elastic band,  just hoping,  waiting for it to snap so that the animal can be unleashed.

"Do you want this?" He whispers to me in a dark, hoarse voice. And then using the tip of himself he rubs my private area. I can feel him moving in the juices that reside there. He guides himself with his hand. Pushing backwards and forwards, over my clitorus and further down to my Virgin entrance.  He doesn't push inside, but pulls back. Over my clitorus, to my entrance over and over again.  "Is this what you want?"

"Does the dirty slut want a cock inside her cunt? Does she?" He slaps his hard organ against my very sensitive area making me gasp. I'm lost for words, why is he doing this?

He starts to rub himself against me quicker, harder. On my most sensitive part. My eyes tear up at his cruel words, but my body responds excitedly to his sexual torture. Before I know it I'm gasping.

"Tell me what the filthy Whore wants. She likes the cock doesn't she? She wants it in her pussy, pounding her over and over again like a toy Cum doll. She wants it in her arse too. Hard and fast. Maybe she wants both at once."

He's going at me hard now, and I feel something building inside of me. I'm crying at how he's making me feel, I've never felt so low. So broken.  But my body is craving what he's giving me. My mind is just a messy state of confusion.

He releases his hold on himself and just rubs against me. Harder and faster. My breath coming fast, and the feeling building inside causes me to act out. I grind my sensitive area against his. He catches on quick. His eyes darken to an unsettling shade of blue and he pins me with his body.

I can't move myself now. But he speeds his pace up, and wrapping a hand tightly around my throat he leads me to an explosive feeling, continuing to taunt me.

"Filthy fucking slut. Grinding your wet cunt against me. Thought you was a good girl! You're not! You're nothing but a cock hungry tramp. You want each whole to be filled at once don't you? Pussy,  arse and throat. You want your arse and pussy to be pounded and slammed into with big fucking hard cocks, while you choke on another. Don't you? You want to fucking sin! Over and over again with so many cocks."

I explode. His cruel words hurting me and his cruel body pleasing me. When I finish he releases my throat and I gasp for breath. He backs away, looking at me like dirt. I slide down the cubicle wall, tears streaming down my face.

I sit in the stream of the shower, feeling dirtier than ever.

What have I done?

I am awoken from somebody moving my aching limbs, my arm gently being moved into an awkward position.

I open my eyes to find a pair of wide hazel ones looking back at me. The smooth chocolate skin is marred by his frown. He looks unhappy with me. I don't have the will, nor the energy to fight him.

"C'mon sweetheart. Help me out here." he murmured.  His voice warm and welcoming.  Does he think I'm dying?

He stands me up, and helps me move towards the door. One arm draped over the back of me. I look down to see I'm wearing a purple dress. It's too tight for me. It pushes my breasts up and I can see my nipples through the fabric.

I open my mouth, about to protest. But then, at least I'm clothed.

We walk into the room and he gently sits me on the edge of the bed.

"He's a Bastard. What did he do to you?"

I don't answer him, but look at him in confusion. Who is he?

"Oh I'm sorry honey. I'm Drew, this is my place you're staying in."

Oops. Did I ask that out loud?

"Haha, yes you did. It's Christine isn't it?"

His laugh makes me smile.  He sounds free.

"Yes, we'll it's Christina actually. Where has he gone?"

A frown once again appeared on his forehead. "Aww, darling.  He stormed out a while ago. I haven't seen him this worked up. Ever. You must be something. He told me to keep an eye on you, but unfortunately I'm backed up downstairs. You'll have to come with me to the bar."

Uh oh. I don't think I should go to the bar. And I tell him so, quickly.

"Well thank you kindly for trying to look after me, but Jake told me the club isn't for innocent eyes. His words. And mine, sir, are quite innocent."

His laughter filled me with warmth once again.  "I must say. I'm surprised he's told you anything.  Let alone his name is Jake.  That's for special people.  Like me. No need to worry,  we won't be entering that part of the building,  just the bar. And he's very right. It's not for innocent eyes."

I watched the strange look flash in his eyes and scatter over his face, but I had no idea what the look meant.

Having never been to an actual bar, I find myself excited.  I skip to the bathroom and run a comb through my hair that I found in the plastic cabinet. I also brush my teeth with his toothbrush and toothpaste. I giggle to myself as I do it.

Slipping my white pumps back on, I check my reflection.  I look kinda strange. The highly indecent purple dress has a very low neckline,  and a split running from my ankle to the very top of my thigh, completing the outfit is white sneaker pumps.

Ordinarily I wouldn't even think about leaving my bedroom in something like this.

I slip my hand into Drews and he leads me out of the bolted door.

But today...

Today I'm going to have a taste of freedom. 

What the fuck is she doing to me? She's making me crazy.

The muscle in my arm jolts back as I pull the trigger.

The bound man drops like a heavy sack of potatoes. I've got to get myself a proper fucking job.

The way she changed back in the bathroom... She was just like one of them. Basically begging for it. Just like one of the other countless girls, acting all sweet and innocent. But as soon as they're in arms distance of some cock they turn into sluts. Dick hungry Whores. She can't be like that.

I can feel it. Taste it on my tongue. I suppose it's all new to her. Logically, it makes sense. She's still a woman.

But fuck. The way she moaned against that shower wall. I wanted to slam my cock in her and watch how her eyes would widen in shock. Maybe pain.

I wanted to watch her feel her build up in wonderment. I wanted her first come to be while my cock was pounding her. But look how eager she was... Slut.

The second bullet leaves me, I feel it whistle through the air. I don't know why I shot again. Frustration? The mans dead. I just made sure of that.

Did I do wrong?

Should of made it slow and gentle. But she wanted that. She wanted it bad.

She shouldn't keep looking at me like that. It's driving me insane.

Sending a quick nod to Daveys, I leave the warehouse.

I'll go to her now. Explain... If I can.

Fuck! Just imagining her big Green eyes gets me hard.

****

"Drew! What the fuck. What's she doing up there?" I look up to watch the fucking Angel dancing on a table. Her hands in her hair, eyes closed, she sways her hips to a beat. Although not the beat pounding through the club.

"Chill out, she's alright. Kitty has grown some sort of attachment to her. She's followed her around and not let any fucker touch her. She's had some drinks is all." His eyes crinkle up as he smiles. He seems happy with the situation.

But if everything is OK, why am I panicking. I'm scanning the bar for any reason to grab her and run. I'm looking for the threat. Because there is one. I can feel it.

I look at Drew again. He must see something in my eyes that I can't hide. Patting my shoulder with his large dark hand he leans over the bar and speaks to me. "Kitty can look after herself better than any bloke in this place. You know it. She's keeping a good eye on her."

I look back to the table just in time to see a prick stroke his hand up her bare leg. I'm up and out of my seat in seconds.

By the time I've taken 3 steps towards her, the dark haired woman in the tight leather dress has stepped towards him. A sweet smile on her face, I read the words her red lips create. "She belongs to the Saint."

Then she pulls her fist back and smashes it straight into his face. Smiles at everybody and reaches for the princesses hand pulling her from the table.

Heh. So kitty just broke the dicks face then smiled politely at him. Seems just like Kitty.

I turn back to th bar when a small blonde creature is suddenly thrown into my arms. She'd barrelled herself at me. Pulling back she looks me in the eyes. Her eyes are bright. Her pupils tiny.

"Ooh Jake. I thought you were mad. I've got sneakers on."

She tells me this in a high pitched excited voice, and strokes my face with one heavy hand. From my forehead to my chin.

"What the fuck she had Kitty?" I growl. Somebody better start fucking answering questions.

The bitch rolls her eyes at me. "Jesus Saint, she's only had X. A couple."

She watches as Christina wraps her arms around my neck and kisses the tip of my nose like she would a child, and cackles like a witch. Right before the hiccups start.

Frowning I pull her head onto my chest and stroke her hair, I feel her relax into it. Her body calming.

Fuck! I don't know how to look after someone like this.

I stand there and realise people had backed away, giving us our space. Probably from when I was speaking to Kitty.

"Kitty..." I gesture with my head for her to come closer. She does, quickly. But a bored expression on her face.

"What?"

"Take her upstairs and look after her."

I look down to see the angel has fallen to sleep, arms still round my neck and drool down my vest. I lift her up so that she's in my arms bridal style. How fucking fitting. She'll be easier to pass to kitty this way.

I look at Kitty ready to pass Christina over, to find a look of disgust on her face. She looks from the sleeping Christina to me, then finally replies.

"Fuck off. She's got all boring now. You look after her."

With that she turns and disappears into the crowd of drunken dancers. How fucking dare she! Nobody would even dare speak to me like that. Nobody except my family. Drew for example can speak to me how he wants. Fucking cheeky bitch!

The girl in my arms stirs moaning unknown slurs.

Better get her upstairs. Getting her comfortable in my arms, I press a kiss to her forehead and imagine the things I'd like to do to her tomorrow.

I leave the bar with the innocent in my arms, and take her upstairs where she can sleep in comfort.

I woke whilst it was still dark. My heart is racing as if something woke me. My whole body is covered in sweat and I feel out of breath. I don't move but just listen. What's happening?

I pay attention to whatever I can in the pitch black. I'm on a bed, and my muscles tingle in a strangely nice way.

One of my hands are at my chest, just resting there in a comfortable position.  The other is pressed against my private place. My hand sticky.

Oh no! I haven't.  I couldn't have. I've never done that before.  That's why my body feels like that. My heart hammering.  The sweat. The tingling.

What's wrong with me? I'm sinning.  I can't want these things.

I throw myself up the bed. Slamming my hand onto the bedspread beside me.

I feel my throat tighten and my eyes water when the darkness speaks.

"Realised what you did now love?" Oh God. He was here. He's seen.

The lamp from the corner switches on. The dim glow spreading through the room and lighting him up. He looks so angry. Has he been sitting in the dark? Waiting.  Watching.

"Jake, please."

"Jake, please...," he mimics me in a false sensual voice. "Are you about to beg me again? At least you realise what a true whore you are now."

He stands up and walks to the edge of the bed. He wears nothing but denim jeans,  slung low on his waist.

I look at him and watch as he slowly moves his hand up towards his face. Then points one long finger to his mouth. "Kiss me." he says, his voice dark.

I shake my head. "No." I whisper.

Before I can get out of the way, his hand has come down hard. The slap hits my cheek leaving a painful sting and knocking me onto my side.

He crouches now. "Kiss me."

I slowly lean towards him, fear making my mind up. He watches me closely. I look into his eyes for some kind of comfort.  I find none.

I press my lips against his in an attempt to please him. When I pull back,  I look at him to see him look at the ground his chest heaving with heavy breath.

Then as quick as lightening he swings his arm, the back of his hand strikes me on the same cheek and knocks me to floor. My head bounces on the brown carpet,  and as my tears fall I begin to push myself back up. I don't have chance, his hand is suddenly in my hair and with a powerful grip he pulls me up to my knees.

I cry...

I can't hold it in any longer.  It's not even the violence he's inflicted against my body that sets my tears off. It's the confusion.  The sickness.  I can't want the things my body wants. I just can't.

"Please Jake. I'm sorry,  I'm s- so sorry. I didn't mean it. I don't know -"

"Sssh, I know. I know." he gently swipes the tears away, and pulls me into a tight embrace.  His hand buried in the back of my hair.

"If I kiss you,  will you stop? If I kiss you the right way?"

He pulls away and looks at me properly. His eyes are already dark. He's already excited. "Yes. Just one taste. One taste and I'll stop."

I struggle to my feet.  And then he stands in front of me. I forgot about the difference in height. I stand on tip toes, and reaching up I wrap a hand around the back of his neck and pull him toward me.

Then gently, I kiss him. Pressing our lips together, I slowly move mine over his. At first he stays still, letting me test myself.  Then he joins me. He keeps my pace, slow and gentle.

I gasp when he licks my lower lip. My body must like that. The gasp does something.  It breaks the spell.

He used my gasp as an invitation to my mouth, sliding his tongue in he devours me. He pulls my body against his in a rough hold and moves with me until I'm against the door.  He bites my lip hard before moving down my neck, sucking and biting.

While sliding his hands down the sides of my body, he uses the tip of his tongue to circle my ear. Stop! I mentally shout. STOP! But the word stays stuck in my throat.  The sound leaving me, a strangled moan.

He takes the sound as encouragement. Grabbing both sides of the split in the dress he pulls, tearing the fabric into two. An animalistic groan only making my heart beat faster.

Throwing the purple material to the floor he shoves me down. I fall onto my knees just in front of the bed and before I can right myself he's behind me.

He presses my head into the mattress and spreads my knees. I realise I can in no way move in this position. 

Keeping one hand pressed against my head he uses the other to tightly grip onto my hip. Then he slams into me...

I watch as my cock sinks into her over and over again.

I'm being brutal with her, I know it but I can't seem to ease myself.  One sweet moan from her and I broke. I couldn't hold back anymore.

I push her head harder, grip her tighter and pound into her tight cunt harder.

I hear her cries through the foggy haze that I've created. It doesn't slow me, put pushes me forward. I want to hear her.

I remove my hand from her head and place it on the small of her back, bringing her arse higher. I can get deeper now, I continuously slam into her. This is some kind of sweet hell and I just can't get enough.

I feel her pussy tighten around me. She must be enjoying it. Or at least her body is, she's about to come.

Frantically fucking her, I force her orgasm to come quicker.

I struggle to keep rhythm when she explodes with me inside her, but my cock feeling like steel, I carry on.

Bitch must be sensitive now. If i had a heart I'd stop now, or at least slow down and let the feeling pass for her.

But I don't,  and I want her screams in my ear. I want to hear her beg. Beg for me to stop, tell me she can't take anymore. 

I force myself to speed up, treating her like the doll she must want to be. Letting go of her hip, I circle my arm around her hips and down to her hard swollen clit. I violently rub with two fingers. The force of my thrusts slamming the front of her tummy into the bed.

I feel her come again.  I hear her screams, I hear the word stop. I don't.  I'm not finished with her yet.

Her arms come up and she tries to move. Not getting anywhere, she uses her hand to try and push mine away from her oversensitive clit.

Yes. She's had enough. Too much pleasure for her Virgin body to handle. She'll take more yet.

I don't slow my rhythm,  but grab her hands releasing her clit. I force her hands behind her and bend her arms to her back where her bra should rest.

With one hand I push down on her wrists, she can't move and I'm keeping her back down. The other hand returns to her clit, and I circle my finger quickly, roughly. She comes again. Fast and hard.

I'm close now. I can feel the pulse from her sweet tortured pussy on my cock. I let go of her arm and replace the weight there with my body, leaning my length on her. I'm even deeper still.

I keep going on her clit. Forcing orgasm after orgasm. As another shatters through her, I slide my hand under her neck, lifting her head from the mattress.

I hold the front of her throat in a tight grip. My other hand stays at her clit while adding more pressure. And I screw her tight fucking pussy from behind, my thrusts as strong as can be. Slamming my whole weight into her.

Her screams have quietened to whimpers. My grip on her throat not allowing much more.

I set my mouth at her ear, biting and sucking the lobe and side of her neck.

I suck in the soft skin of her neck beside my hand when my orgasm comes.

I growl into her ear, and like the beast she's made me. I let loose. I ride her tight innocent pussy for all I'm worth before I come.

I pull out quickly squirting my white Hot juice onto her lower back.

I stay there a while. She isn't crying.

One taste didn't work. One fuck isn't enough. I already crave more.

I'll never let her go.