Overwhelmed

Ruby Lin is 38, actress and singer from Tiwan is in LA, she is showing me round the house, I’m the first visitor she’d had since she moved here, she had met me once in Singapore four years ago and whom she had run into in the street purely coincidently five days earlier. We had discussed having her direct a film, but our discussions went no where. We had lost contact in the four years which had followed, so she had been excited to see me so accidentally and we had exchanged numbers. I called her, just to catch up. She invited me over for coffee and to see her new house. She tried to kiss me. The coffee has become a bottle of wine, which has then become two, and she knew she’d had too much and is making a foolish decision, that is why she is the one to break off the kiss suddenly. We had rounded a corner near the stairs and she found herself standing close, feeling a bit tipsy. She followed her instincts leaning forward kissing me. She is single, she is lonely and she barely knows me, she thought she had interpreted my signals as our flirting has increased over the two bottles of wine. Yet the fact we had drunk so much is what made her pull back in the end. She is a sensible type, not a risk taker and not prone to impulsive actions. Her judgement is impaired, she told herself. She is drunk. Maybe what she has taken as flirtation has been nothing more than innocent conversation. She becomes afraid, suddenly, of making a fool of herself and pulling back from the kiss.

” I’m… I’m sorry,” she whispers, realizing then she had made a fool of herself. I said nothing and so she sought to escape, quickly turning, trying to move away, back up the stairs. I grab her. Hard, fast, she is unable to comprehend at first, for it all moved too fast. I grab her around the arm shoving her hard up against the wall it hurt where my fingers gripped and dug into her, it hurt as her head has hit the wall behind her, as I push her roughly holding her there with the weight of my body. It did not matter if it hurt, for my lips are on her own again, this time the kiss is hard and forceful. My tongue is in her mouth as my body presses against her own and my hands are at her breasts, and her waist, gripping the skin beneath her shirt. She is helpless to fight against me, because I’m physically stronger than her, but because she has lost all will to fight in the face of my determined lust.

She tries to struggle briefly, ineffectually, as her wits has returned and that sensible part of her brain told her this is wrong and I shouldn’t be allowed to do this. She tries to pull her face away from me, tries to push me from her, but my teeth clench and anger flares in my eyes as I grip her shoulders with brutal force as I push her against the wall again, this time with more strength. She sees stars as her head hits hard against the wall behind her, her stunned groan unwitting, I give her no time to recover, reaching up with one hand to entwine it in her long hair at the back of her head pulling down hard. She whimpers with the sudden pain, but cannot get out any further sound, my lips are on her own again as my tongue is back in her mouth as she stops trying to struggle for fear of what I will do instead she kissed me back. She is gasping for breath as I pull my face away from her and she takes advantage of the pause to draw air deeply into her lungs, her eyes lock onto my face with fear. She sees a cruel amusement in my expression, condescending disdain, as if I had always known she would respond to harsh treatment, as if I had expected nothing less. My free hand, the one not holding her by the hair at the back of her head, roughly grabs her breast, she utters a low moan of surprised pain. My eyes flare with satisfaction, pleased to hear her cries. She stares up at me, I’m pushing my body hard against hers and she is pinned against the wall, my hand groping her breast, the other painfully pulling her head back by her hair, she knows then she truly fears me. Fearing me and desiring me also, desperately, overwhelmingly aroused.

I grab her wrist as I step away from her, not saying a word, pulling her suddenly, sharply forward, she stumbles and has to use her free hand to grab onto me to steady herself. I give her no time to regain her balance, pushing open the door from the hallway she had indicated earlier was the bedroom shoving her roughly inside. She fought to stand still when she recovered managing a moment to breath, before I’m with her again, having entered behind her, grabbing her by both arms shoving her forward, this time onto the bed. She fell forward, half on her stomach, half on her side, quickly scrambling to turn over before I’m top of her, she knows by now I won’t wait to see if she is comfortable or if she is unhurt. Her pain means nothing, I’m not interested. I need satisfy my own lust and I will use her to do so and if it hurts her or if it pleasures her is irrelevant and she is more afraid of how quickly she has accepted that.
I’m on her before she has managed to turn completely over, which means I grabbed her shoulder roughly pulling her back round to where I want her, then my lips come down on hers again as my hands move down to grip her skirt pulling it up. She knows what I’m doing and she is helpless to say whether she wants it or not, for I’m not giving her a choice. I pull her skirt up pushing my hand beneath it, finding her panties yanking them down, then shoving my hand against her pussy all of a sudden, forcing three fingers up inside of her.

She cries out, though her sounds muffled by my mouth on hers, as I roughly jabbed three fingers into her.