Dangerous 1

This guy might be dangerous; she’d only met him once and didn’t know him that well. Sure he’d bought her a couple of drinks even a light lunch, but she didn’t really know him. Seemed pleasant enough but openly admitted that her fantasies had awoken something in him, something dark, sinister, dangerous even. Could she trust him? Could she be alone with him and let him act out his desires, her fantasies? Biting her lip as he flashed a smile at her she already knew the answer. His eyes were too kind to not be trusted. The feelings in her stomach, the churning and the butterflies told her what was to transpire today.

She met him in the bar again and they had enjoyed a cold drink gathering their senses and just talking before making their way to the hotel. He drove them both to the hotel he had stayed in the previous night. She looked at him in his white shirt and dark suit, wondering if he could fulfil her needs and desires. Was he capable of what she was used to? He had gone quiet now that they were alone and she watched his face which had become serious. The smile now gone his eyes no longer seemed friendly, but dark and foreboding. What had changed? She hadn’t said something wrong had she? Was he indeed dangerous as she had thought or was he deep in thought? No words were spoken as the car pulled up at the hotel. Silently they made their way through the building until stopping outside the room. He looked at her as he unlocked the door, his eyes looking her up and down as if deciding if she were worthy of entering his domain. No smile, no words just a look to say follow. The room was nice, not luxurious, but tidy, clean with a large double bed against the wall. As she scanned the room he suddenly grabbed her from behind and turned her roughly, pushing her against the wall, her bag falling to the floor. He held her arms above her head forcing him self against her so she couldn’t move. He was stronger than he looked and the gentle man from the bar had suddenly turned into something else. He looked deep into her eyes, no smile, no words, but she could feel he was aroused and wanted something. But what did he want? What was he going to do to her? The feelings in her stomach, the churning was there and also something else. Fear; fear of what this man was capable of, just how dangerous was he?
His face was close to hers as his strong arms held hers above her head hurting a little. He pushed hard against her crushing her breasts his face only millimetres from hers. She felt his breath on her face, as he looked hard into her eyes. He slowly examined her features taking in every detail. Looking at her immaculate skin, her hair, her ears and eyes, her lips. As his gaze moved to her lips her tongue involuntarily flicked at them and he suddenly kissed her hard. The ferociousness of his advance taking her by surprise. His lips crushed against hers as he took out his inner desires on her. Tongues searching each others mouths, the wetness covering their lips as the heat of the moment started to rise. Still he held her arms against the wall as he pushed and forced his body against hers. Their lips parted and he began to kiss her neck, her head going back, his lust apparent as he pushed his face into her. His mouth devouring of her, tasting her, inhaling her perfume. His lips all over her throat as her head pushed back against the wall. It was difficult for her to breathe as his body pushed harder and harder onto hers. She felt vulnerable, she felt scared as his actions became more urgent. She tried to push him away so she could breathe, but he pushed her back her against the wall not letting her escape. Still her arms were held tightly, still he was kissing, licking, now biting her neck. Her eyes closed as he fulfilled his desires hoping he would not hurt her…too much.