I Am My Bully's Slave Pt. 05

My eyes slowly began to open as I saw the sunlight pouring in through the window. I sat up, trying to rub the sleep out of them, and stretched my body.

The house was quiet, but as I stepped closer to the kitchen, I heard faint movement--the sound of a spoon clinking against ceramic.

I followed the sound.

When I stepped inside, I saw him.

Ryan stood at the counter, stirring his coffee, shirtless. His muscles flexed with each slow movement, his toned abs catching the morning light filtering through the window.

But what really caught my attention... was the way his pants tented heavily in the front.

A slow, wicked smile spread across my lips.

I stepped forward quietly, my bare feet making no sound on the tile. When I was close enough, I reached out, running my hands over his firm stomach before trailing lower.

He didn't flinch. Didn't speak. Just kept stirring his coffee like I wasn't even there.

My hands slid down further, fingers tracing the thick outline beneath his sweatpants.

"Aww, did you need some relief?" I asked.

I dropped to my knees, my hands sliding over his hips as I nuzzled against the firm bulge pressing against the fabric. My lips ghosted over it, feeling the heat of him through the soft material.

I dragged my tongue along the length of his cock through the fabric, teasing him, wetting the spot where my mouth had been. The outline of his thickness twitched beneath my touch, growing harder.

I slowly grazed the tip of my fingers over his bulge, "Mmm. You like that?" I squeezed his shaft and ran my thumb over the head.

Hooking my fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants, I tugged them down in one smooth motion. His cock sprang free--thick, heavy, already half-hard. The head was flushed, a bead of precum forming at the tip.

"It's so fucking big..." I exhaled slowly, my warm breath teasing his sensitive skin.

Then, without hesitation, I dragged my tongue up the underside of his shaft, from base to tip.

I slowly, very slowly lick from his balls upward the entire length of his cock. Up and down I lick, a single line, a few inches each time, my pace growing, pressing my tongue over every bit of his shaft. I licked up the thick base of his pole, along the smooth vein on the left, back to the underside where his cock meets his balls and back to the top, my eyes now closed, concentrating, focusing only on the pleasure of him as I run my lips to just beneath his balls, sucking on his hanging sack.

I moaned softly as I swallowed his thick testicle, the heavy weight resting against my tongue. The heady, intoxicating scent of his musk was making me dizzy and light-headed, and I could feel my body weeping, my pussy growing hot and slick in response. My tongue pressed hard against the soft orb, tracing along the underside. His low, rumbling growl of pleasure made me shiver. I loved being down here, beneath him, between his legs, kneeling on the floor.

I wrapped my fingers around his length, stroking him lazily, feeling the heat of him in my palm. While my mouth gently massaged his balls.

Afterwards I slid my tongue up his shaft, once more, until my lips brushed the swollen tip, pressing soft, teasing kisses against it before swirling my tongue around the head.

Ryan's breath hitched as his hand held the counter, making me giggle.

Finally, I parted my lips and took him into my mouth.

His cock stretched my lips as I sank lower, taking him inch by inch. My tongue flattened against the underside, savoring the way he pulsed against me.

A low, barely restrained grunt left his throat.

I smirked around his length, hollowing my cheeks as I sucked gently before pulling back with a slow, wet pop.

Still, he said nothing.

I continued to stroke him as I pressed my lips to the head, "Are you not enjoying this?" I pouted.

I ran my tongue over the slit, collecting the pearly bead that had formed there. I let it melt against my tongue, savoring his taste.

"Does it not feel good, Ryan? You don't have to stay quiet. Tell me what you want. Tell me what you need."

I took him into my mouth again, pushing my tongue against the thick vein running the length of his cock. He groaned softly, a deep, guttural sound that made me ache.

I pulled back slowly, my tongue gliding over his length as I let him slip from my lips with another wet pop. A thin string of saliva connected my mouth to his cock, and I wiped my chin with the back of my hand before wrapping my fingers around his shaft again, stroking him at a teasing pace

I kept my gaze trained on him, looking for some sort of reaction.

His face remained unreadable, his grip on the counter relaxed, his eyes half-lidded as he stared down at me. But I saw the tension in his body--the slight clench of his jaw, the way his cock throbbed in my grasp, the way his fingers twitched against the surface like he was fighting the urge to touch me.

"So stubborn..." I smirked swirling my tongue under his swollen tip.

I released his shaft, instead reaching up to cup his heavy balls. They were so big, so full, and they felt amazing in my palm.

"Tell me, Ryan. Do you like it when I do this?"

With one hand I stroked his length while the other cupped his heavy balls, squeezing gently.

"Or maybe..." I kissed the tip, "you would prefer this?"

"Mmm, that's better, isn't it?" I chuckled, kissing his head a few times before sinking his thick cock back into the warm cavern of my mouth.

My fingers rolled his balls, massaging, squeezing, and tugging lightly, all the while taking him as far as I could go.

"Unngggh." I gagged.

I pulled back, a line of spit trailing behind me. I licked him, dragging my tongue along his shaft, pressing it hard against the bottom of his dick.

"I love the way your cock feels in my mouth." I said.

Then I felt his hands grab my head. His fingers tangled in my hair, grabbing a handful.

"Wait--what're you-"

But I was already cut off.

He guided my head, guiding my pace, forcing me to take him deeper and harder.

"Hugnhhh" I choked, his thickness stretching my throat, filling the entirety of it. My eyes watered, and tears trickled down my cheek.

"Fuuuck..." he groaned, thrusting his hips forward.

"Uckn. Uhhhn" I slurped and sucked, his dick twitching inside my mouth.

I swallowed, letting his member slide into the back of my throat.

"Uuunnn." I whimpered, the noise muffled, but still audible.

Saliva pooled down my chin and dripped onto the kitchen floor.

I was starting to get light-headed, and I gripped his thighs, trying to push away.

Then with one last thrust and a loud "Fuuuuuuck!" I felt thick, hot cum pour onto my tongue in heavy, warm spurts.

I tried to swallow, to breathe, but the flow kept coming.

It was too much.

I regurgitated making some of it spill from my mouth, coating the edges of my lips, the rest pouring straight down the back of my throat.

Ryan was breathing heavy as he pulled out of my mouth, and I was panting, trying to catch my breath.

I bent over coughing and spitting.

When I finally caught my breath, I looked up at him.

He was staring down at me, his cock hanging limp and wet, covered in my saliva.

"You didn't have to be so rough," I panted, wiping the excess cum from my lips.

"Don't tell me that didn't turn you on."

I didn't know why, but his domineering, authoritative tone always turned me on.

"Maybe a little," I admitted, smiling up at him.

"Mmm." He smirked, "Then he turned, walking past me.

"Get dressed. We're going out."

I blinked. "Wait... what?"

"I already picked your outfit." His voice was casual, like he hadn't just cum down my throat. "It's in my room on the bed."

I swallowed, my throat still coated with the taste of him. My mind spun.

What the hell did he have planned?

***

The outfit consisted of a black shirt with pink stripes, the fabric stretched taut over my chest, barely containing my tits as they threatened to spill from the heart-shaped cutout. The tight black leggings hugged my curves perfectly, accentuating the roundness of my ass with every movement.

The town was alive with movement--cars rushing past, people lost in their daily routines, the dull hum of conversation filling the streets. But none of that mattered.

All I could focus on was the vibrator buried deep inside me.

Each step sent a pulse of pleasure rippling through my core, the small device buzzing at a low but persistent intensity. It wasn't enough to push me over the edge, but it was enough to make my thighs tense, my breath unsteady, my body hyper-aware of every movement.

And Ryan knew it.

His truck rolled slowly alongside me, his gaze fixed on me through the open window, the remote control resting lazily between his fingers.

The bastard was enjoying this.

I bit my lip, my cheeks already burning from the way men openly stared as I passed. Their eyes lingered, on my tits, barely contained in the too-tight top, on the way my leggings hugged my curves, on the sway of my hips.

I knew what they were thinking.

I could hear it in the whipers, see it in the way they turned their heads for a second look.

"Fuck, look at her."

"Damn, that ass."

A shiver ran down my spine. I should have been embarrassed.

And yet... my body betrayed me.

The heat between my legs only grew, the dull, torturous buzzing teasing me, keeping me on edge. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to keep walking, my thighs rubbing together, trying to ease the ache.

Then Ryan turned up the intensity.

I gasped, my knees buckling for half a second before I caught myself, gripping a nearby lamppost for balance.

I bit down on a moan, my nails digging into my palm as the vibrations pulsed stronger, sharper, sending a fresh wave of pleasure through me. My breath came in short, shaky pants, my nipples tightening beneath my stretched top.

I could feel eyes on me. A quick glance confirmed it, men watching from across the street, a group of them lingering outside a café, one of them mid-conversation until he saw me. His words trailed off, his eyes focused as he took in the sight of me, his gaze dragging over my body like he could see straight through my clothes.

A deep voice, amused. "Man, look at her. She's fucking thick."

I flushed, my thighs clenching instinctively.

They didn't know the truth. They didn't know about the vibrator.

But they saw the way I trembled, the way I pressed my legs together, the way my breath hitched when another sharp pulse rocked through me.

Ryan turned the setting up again.

I choked on a gasp, my fingers gripping the cold metal of the lamppost, my vision blurring for a moment. I barely caught myself before my knees gave out.

I swallowed, my legs weak, my body still pulsing with pleasure. Somehow, I managed to take a step forward, but I barely managed to keep moving.

I walked by two guys and saw them gazing at my chest with hungry eyes. Their pupils looked dilated as their sight lingered on my tits until they passed me. I overheard one of them saying in an excited voice, "Man I would kill to fuck that bitch, her body is incredible," as I got far enough away I couldn't hear the rest of their conversation.

I stopped.

My legs trembled, a particularly strong pulse making my knees buckle. I reached out instinctively, steadying myself against the glass window of a nearby café. The cool surface pressed against my palm, grounding me for a brief moment as I tried to catch my breath.

That's when I saw him.

Inside, just beyond the window, was a bus boy. He stood mid-motion, a damp rag in his hand, frozen. His gaze was locked on my large heavy tits.

"Fuck..." I whimpered as a shudder went through me.

My chest was rising and falling with each shaky breath, my tits straining against the heart-shaped cutout of my top. My thighs were pressed together, struggling against the relentless vibrations between them.

My lips were parted, my eyes dazed with arousal, my hand still braced against the window like I was about to collapse.

I clenched my thighs tighter, trying to suppress the sensation, but it was useless. The vibrator was merciless, pushing me to the very edge, keeping me teetering there with no relief.

A slow, deliberate smirk curled his lips.

My face burned. I should have turned away. Should have stepped back, should have done something. But I didn't. Instead, I held his gaze. The way he was looking at me, like he wanted to drag me inside, throw me onto one of those freshly wiped tables, spread my legs and ruin me, made something tighten deep in my core.

I wanted him to. I wanted him to see me like this. I wanted him to know what Ryan was doing to me.

I bit my lip, shifting my weight slightly, making my tits bounce just a little in my too-tight top. His eyes widened, his grip on the rag tightening.

Then Ryan turned up the vibrator.

I gasped, my back arching slightly, my nails scraping against the glass. My thighs trembled violently, my body jolting with the sudden rush of pleasure.

For a split second, he looked like he was about to move, like he was about to come outside, grab me, do something.

But then Ryan honked the horn.

The sudden noise jolted me back into reality. My heart pounded as I stumbled back from the glass, breaking eye contact, forcing my legs to move.

I didn't look back. I couldn't. I made it to the truck, my hands shaking as I yanked the door open and slid inside.

Ryan was grinning. "Enjoy yourself?" he asked, his voice smooth, teasing.

I swallowed hard, my throat dry, my pulse still racing. "Fuck you," I whispered.

The vibrator pulsed again. I couldn't contain my moans. Everytime I moaned loudly, he let out a soft chuckle. I couldn't stand that smug smirk that plastered his face. I needed to get it away from him.

"I w-wanna...-" I stammered, between short quick breaths and gritted my teeth as I forced myself to keep talking, "I w-wanna-" but my train of thought disappeared as another sharp jolt hit me. "Oh!" I arched my back, feeling the heat spread from between my legs all the way up into my core. I gripped the car seats hard, trying to steady myself and get it under control.

"What was that?" He said innocently.

"Nnnnnng, fuck... please, ugh!" I whimpered.

He continued, "What was it that you wanted, Cow Tits?"

"Puh-leeease," I whined, "Ryan... I- I can't - ahh- wait anymore... I-I- need- your cock... ple-puh-ease just- ughh- FUCK ME!! PLEASE!" I begged and my eyes began to tear up. My cheeks were burning red and a lump formed in my throat, I was overwhelmed with emotions, lust and embarrassment. The vibrator began to slow down as Ryan's finger tapped on the button.

He looked at me and spoke firmly, "Not yet."

He had been teasing me for a day and a half. I was left panting as the buzzing continued inside me.

***

I walked through the door of Ryan's place, not even knowing if I was going to get laid. All I knew was that I couldn't take another second of this torment. I needed him.

Then I felt it. A sharp smack against my ass.

I squealed, the sting spreading through me, but it only made me giggle. I could already feel the heat blooming beneath my skin.

Ryan didn't say a word. He just walked past me and up the stairs, his posture relaxed, as if he wasn't in any hurry.

I followed close behind him, my heart hammering in my chest, my tits bouncing slightly with each step.

Once we entered his bedroom, he finally spoke, while removing his shirt, letting me witness his toned body. "Strip for me, Cow Tits."

His tone was casual, too casual. He sat at the edge of the bed, leaning back on his hands, his sharp gaze locked onto me like he was sizing up a meal he was about to devour.

I swallowed, as I reached for the hem of my shirt. "Okay," I mumbled.

Slowly, I peeled the pink-and-black striped fabric up over my head, my heavy breasts spilling free as I unhooked my bra. The cool air sent a shiver through me as my nipples hardened.

Then, I turned away from him while I pushed my leggings and panties down, rocking my hips as I slid them lower, past the curve of my ass and down my thighs.

I stepped out of the pile of clothes at my feet and turned to face him.

His expression was unreadable, but the way his gaze roamed my body, lingering on my tits, my waist, the subtle tremble in my thighs, made something clench deep inside me.

Still, he didn't reach for me.

I straddled his lap, my bare skin pressing against the rough fabric of his sweatpants. The contrast sent a jolt of heat through me, my body craving the warmth of his skin, but he still hadn't moved to undress.

Instead, he leaned back, arms resting lazily at his sides, watching me like I was nothing more than a toy he was deciding whether or not to play with.

"Look at you," he spoke, amusement thick in his voice.

I bit my lip, shifting against him, feeling the hardness of his cock beneath his sweats.

"Ryan..." I whined softly.

I rolled my hips against him, desperate for friction, for anything, but his hands shot up, gripping my waist and holding me still.

"Did I tell you to do that?"

I swallowed, shaking my head. "No..."

He smirked. His fingertips skimmed along my hips, teasing, barely touching. The kind of touch that set me on fire.

"Then why are you acting like a needy little slut before I've even decided if you deserve to be fucked?"

A fresh wave of arousal surged through me at his words.

I clenched my thighs together, trying to dull the ache, but he noticed. Of course, he did.

I parted my legs, slowly, deliberately, letting the cool air brush against my soaked heat. His pupils widening just slightly at the sight of me.

But he still didn't touch me. He leaned in, his breath warm against my ear.

"Beg."

My cheeks burned, but I didn't hesitate.

I needed him.

"Please, Ryan..." My voice was barely a whisper, dripping with desperation.

He raised an eyebrow. "Not good enough."

I whimpered.

Desperate, I rocked forward so my bare, aching core pressed right against the bulge in his sweats. The friction sent sparks through me, making my clit throb, but it still wasn't enough.

"Please, Ryan... I need you so bad. I need your hands on me. I need your cock inside me. I--"

His hand shot up, wrapping around my throat. Not squeezing. Just holding.

His thumb brushed over my pulse, feeling how fast my heart was racing for him.

"You're so fucking desperate," he chuckled, his grip tightening just enough to make my breath hitch. "It's pathetic."

I moaned at his words, grinding into him.

"Ryan," I pleaded, my voice breaking.

"Please. I need it. I need you."

He exhaled slowly, his hands moved my hips as if he were deciding something.

My pulse pounded. My body burned with need. But still, he didn't move. He just watched me. Amused. Entertained by my desperation.

I whimpered, shifting against him, trying to coax him into giving me what I craved.

"Ryan... please," I whispered, voice shaking. "I need you."

For a moment, I thought I had won.

His grip on my hips tightened. His cock twitched beneath me.

But then, he leaned back again, that lazy smirk stretching across his face. "Oh, I know you need me," he said smoothly. "But the real question is... do you deserve me?"

My breath caught. "W-What?"

His hands slid up my waist, fingertips barely touching, ghosting over my skin in the cruelest tease.

"You've been acting like a needy little slut all day," he murmured. "But do you really think I'm just going to give you what you want?"

I swallowed hard, heat pooling low in my belly. My thighs twitched around him.

"Ryan, please..."

Before I could finish, his hand slid between my legs, fingers parting my soaked folds. A sharp gasp left me as my body jolted, but the touch was too light. Too fleeting.

"God, you're dripping," he murmured, his voice dark with satisfaction. His fingers traced slow circles around my entrance. Never quite pushing in.

"You're such a mess for me."

I whimpered, bucking against his hand, trying to get more friction, but he pulled away completely, leaving me empty again.

I whined, my body trembling with frustration.

"Ryan--"

"Ah, ah." He pressed a finger against my lips, silencing me. "You don't get to complain," he murmured. "You haven't earned it."

Before I could protest, he slipped that same finger between my lips, the one still slick with my arousal.

I gasped, my tongue flicking against him. The taste of myself coated my tongue--warm, slightly sweet.

His eyes darkened as he watched me, a slow smirk tugging at his lips. "Go on," he instructed. "Suck."

I obeyed, wrapping my lips around his finger and swirling my tongue over it, tasting every drop of my own wetness. He groaned low in his throat, as I sucked greedily.

When he finally pulled his finger free with a soft *pop*, he traced the tip of it across my bottom lip. I let out a desperate little whimper, my tongue flicking out to chase the lingering taste of myself.

"Then tell me what I have to do," I whispered, my voice shaky.

His smirk widened, his eyes gleaming with something wicked. He sat up suddenly, shifting beneath me, and before I could react, he grabbed my wrists and pulled them forward, holding them with one hand. The sudden lack of control sent a shudder through me, my breath catching.

"I think," he said, dragging his lips along my throat, "you need to prove how badly you want it."

I trembled in his grip, heat pooling between my legs. "I'll do anything."

His teeth grazed my ear, his voice a low, taunting whisper. "Anything?"

I nodded frantically. "Yes. Anything."

Ryan chuckled darkly, his free hand trailing down my stomach, inching lower and lower-before stopping completely.

"Then beg harder."

I groaned, my thighs squeezing together, but it wasn't enough. I was throbbing, aching, completely at his mercy. My pride was long gone. All that mattered was him.

"Please, Ryan," I whispered, pressing my forehead against his. "Please use me.

Take me. I need you so fucking bad. I'll be good. I'll be so good for you."

His grip on my wrists tightened. "Yeah?"

"Yes," I gasped. "I'll do anything for you."

For the first time all weekend, something in his eyes darkened-like he was finally breaking, finally letting himself want me as badly as I wanted him.

His lips crashed against mine, hot and demanding, and I melted, moaning into his mouth as he kissed me like he was devouring me. His grip on my wrists never loosened, keeping me trapped, helpless, completely at his mercy.

I pressed against him, my soft breasts molding against his hard chest, my nipples pebbling from the friction. Every inch of me was burning, desperate for more, for him to take me. His tongue slid against mine, slow and possessive, tasting me, claiming me. I whimpered as he bit down on my bottom lip, just hard enough to make me gasp.

Then, just as quickly as he kissed me, he pulled back. His hand released my wrists and grabbed my tits instead.

A breathy moan escaped me as his fingers sank into my flesh, his grip firm, possessive. He cupped the heavy weight of my breasts, kneading them slowly, deliberately, as if he were testing their softness in his hands. His thumbs brushed over my hardened nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through me.

Without warning, he pinched them, rolling the sensitive peaks between his fingers. I gasped, my back arching instinctively, pressing more of myself into his touch. He only smirked, watching my reaction with dark amusement.

"You like that?" he said, tweaking them again, harder this time. A needy whimper left my lips as heat coiled low in my belly.

He leaned in, his breath warm against my skin, before flicking his tongue over one aching bud. A shudder wracked through me, my fingers curling into his shoulders as his lips closed around it, sucking gently before biting down just enough to make me squirm. The contrast between the sharp nip and the soothing warmth of his mouth sent a fresh wave of arousal pooling between my legs.

His other hand remained busy, fingers toying with my neglected breast, squeezing, teasing, until all I could do was whimper and cling to him, my body burning with need.

"Still desperate, Cow Tits?" he taunted, releasing my nipple from his mouth.

Ryan smirked at the way I trembled under his touch, my chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths. His hands slowly dragged down my sides, fingertips tracing the curve of my waist, making me shiver with anticipation.

"Turn around," he ordered, his voice deep and commanding.

I obeyed without hesitation, my body already reacting before my mind could catch up. As soon as my back was to him, his hands found my hips, gripping them firmly before sliding lower, cupping the round fullness of my ass.

A sharp inhale left me as he squeezed, spreading my cheeks apart slightly before letting them bounce back into place. His palms roamed over my soft flesh, exploring, kneading, his touch both possessive and teasing.

"Such a perfect ass," he muttered, almost to himself. His fingers dug in, massaging slow, deliberate circles over my skin before delivering a sharp slap that made me gasp.

He did it again, harder this time, making my breath hitch. My skin tingled where his palm had struck, a dull ache mixing with pleasure as he ran his hand over the spot, soothing it before giving me another firm smack.

"God, I love watching it jiggle," he murmured, grabbing a handful and squeezing tight. His other hand slid down, tracing the sensitive dip where my lower back met the swell of my ass, making me shudder.

I whimpered, pressing back against him, silently begging for more, but he only chuckled.

I knew that laugh--low, cocky, full of amusement at my desperation. He knew exactly what he was doing, keeping me on edge, making me crave his touch even more.

I glanced over my shoulder, meeting his heated gaze. "You like watching, don't you?" My voice was a sultry whisper.

I smirked, rolling my hips in slow, deliberate circles, pressing the soft flesh of my ass against the thick outline of his cock beneath his sweatpants. The thin fabric left nothing to the imagination, I could feel the heat of him, the way he throbbed against me, no matter how much he tried to act like he was in control.

His fingers tensed on my waist, but he still didn't stop me.

That only encouraged me more. I rocked against him again, making my ass bounce with each motion. The smooth fabric of his sweatpants dragged against my bare skin.

"Look at that," I whispered, biting my lip as I arched my back, making the movement even more exaggerated. "You love how it moves for you, don't you?"

Ryan's breath hitched, his grip tightening just as I felt his cock twitch against me.

But instead of answering, he suddenly grabbed a handful of my ass, fingers sinking into my flesh as he yanked me hard against him. A gasp escaped me as my body molded to his, his cock pressing firmly against my ass.

"You just don't know when to quit, do you?" His voice was rough, edged with warning.

His hands squeezed, spreading me apart before letting go, watching the recoil with a low groan.

I gasped as I bounced once, testing him, letting my ass smack against his lap before lifting again.

His fingers tightened around my hips, his breath coming sharper now.

Encouraged, I moved again, rolling my hips in slow, teasing circles before lifting and dropping back onto him, making sure he felt everything.

I bit my lip, my breath hitching as I quickened the pace, my soft curves pressing against him with every movement. The heat of him burned through the fabric, his restraint hanging by a thread.

Ryan groaned, his grip tightening, fingers digging in as if he was barely restraining himself.

"You're pushing your luck, Bubble Butt." His voice was low, strained, like he was right on the edge.

I smirked, arching my back as I slammed down harder, making my ass bounce against his lap. The sound of it was sinful, and I felt his body tense in response.

"Maybe I like pushing my luck," I purred.

Ryan growled. Then, without warning, he grabbed my ass again, his grip firm, possessive.

"You enjoying the show?" I teased, pressing down more firmly.

"Cute," he whispered, voice dripping with amusement. "You really think you're in control?"

I chuckled, emboldened by his reaction. Keeping my hands planted on his knees for leverage, I lifted myself just enough to drop down harder, making my curves press against him in slow, rhythmic movements.

Ryan growled, one hand snapping up to grip the back of my neck, pulling me in close until his lips brushed against my ear.

"You're playing a dangerous game," he said, his voice deep, strained--a warning and a promise all at once.

Before I could respond, a sharp gasp escaped me as he suddenly shoved me off his lap, sending me tumbling onto the floor. My hands caught the ground, my heart racing from the unexpected shift in power.

"Hey, what the--"

I barely had time to finish before his hand clamped around my throat, forcing me back up with effortless strength. My back hit the edge of the bed, the mattress pressing against me as he caged me in, his body towering over mine.

His grip was firm, not cutting off my air but making sure I felt it. My pulse pounded beneath his fingers, a dizzy mix of anticipation and adrenaline flooding my system.

Ryan's eyes burned into mine, his breaths heavy yet controlled.

In one swift motion, he pinned me down, one hand pressing firmly against my lower abdomen while the other forced my wrists above my head. The weight of him--his sheer presence--was intoxicating.

I squirmed beneath him, testing his hold, but it was useless. His grip was unyielding, his muscles tense with restrained power.

Then, I saw it. The wet spot on the crotch of his sweatpants.

A wave of heat surged through me. My body had soaked through the fabric, leaving an unmistakable imprint where I had been grinding against him moments ago.

Ryan followed my gaze, then let out a soft chuckle. His free hand grabbed my jaw, forcing me to look at him instead.

"Eyes up," he ordered, his grip firm but teasing as his thumb brushed just beneath my bottom lip. "You wanted to tease me, and now you're acting shy?"

My breath hitched, my chest rising and falling beneath him.

The sheer weight of his body pressing me into the mattress left no room to move, no space to escape

His hold on my wrists remained firm, keeping me pinned. My pulse pounded beneath his fingertips, the sharp contrast between restraint and the heat of his breath against my lips sending a shudder through me.

"You want me to lose control, don't you?" His voice was low, "You think if you push me hard enough, I'll break first."

I swallowed hard.

The amusement in his tone was infuriating.

But he was right. I wanted that sharp edge, that moment when his restraint snapped, when he took what he wanted.

Ryan chuckled, reading my silence as confirmation. His hand on my jaw slid lower, fingertips trailing down, teasing, tormenting.

My fingers curled into fists. "Ryan--"

A sharp squeeze to my wrists cut me off.

"Shhh," he whispered, his free hand trailing down my waist. His smirk widened. "All that attitude..." His hand stoped on my waist, tightening, his voice lowering. "And now you're trembling under me."

Before I could fire back, he dragged me against him, forcing me to feel every inch of his arousal through the fabric between us.

The pressure was sudden, overwhelming, and my breath caught in my throat. Then, he rolled his hips.

A choked sound escaped me. The friction sent a shockwave through my system. My breath hitched, my thighs tensing.

I needed more.

Ryan exhaled sharply, his grip shifting, forcing me to stay still. His forehead dropped to mine.

Our eyes locked, tension thick between us.

I couldn't take it anymore. Lifting my chin, I closed the distance, my lips crashing into his with raw urgency. The moment they touched, something inside me snapped--all the teasing, all the restraint between us shattered in an instant.

His body stiffened, caught off guard, but only for a second. Then he took over. His lips parted, deepening the kiss with ruthless intensity, his tongue claiming mine in a way that made my breath falter.

Heat spiked through me as he sank his weight against me, his body pressing me down into the mattress, his movements slow, deliberate, punishing.

I moaned into his mouth, the sound muffled as his tongue swept inside, claiming every inch of me in a kiss that left my legs weak.

My pulse pounded as his hands trailed up my sides, then gripping my chest

I should have known he wouldn't let me have control.

My kiss had lasted only a second before he had taken over, consuming me completely. And now, I was at his mercy.

His hips rocked against mine, dragging his thick length over my soaked heat. The soft fabric of his sweatpants was the only barrier, teasing me, soaking up every bit of my arousal.

*God, he feels so--*

No. I couldn't let myself think like that. I couldn't let him see how much he was unraveling me with something so simple.

But he knew. Of course, he knew.

Ryan's grip on my waist was unrelenting, his strong hands holding me down like he could feel every shiver that ran through me. I bit my lip, trying to keep the sounds trapped in my throat, but every slow roll of his hips sent me spiraling, the ache between my legs becoming unbearable. And then, he pulled back.

Cool air kissed my flushed skin, and I felt it--the way my slickness clung to the damp fabric of his sweatpants, stretching between us before he pushed forward again, pressing exactly where I needed him. Then, without a word, he let go.

The absence was dizzying, but before I could protest, my attention was drawn elsewhere.

Ryan sat back on his heels, eyes locked on mine, studying me. Slowly, his hands slid to his waistband, fingers hooking beneath the elastic, dragging his sweatpants down.

My stomach tightened as more of him was revealed. Instinctively, my thighs pressed together, a feeble attempt to contain the need pulsing between them.

And then--I saw it. His thick, hard cock, hanging heavy, as the tip glistened, teasing me without a single touch.

I couldn't look away.

Ryan chuckled, his voice smooth, dripping with amusement. "Like what you see?"

My tongue darted out to wet my lips. I should've said something, but nothing came. My mind had short-circuited, overwhelmed by hunger, frustration, and the unbearable knowledge that I still didn't have him where I wanted him.

He gripped himself, stroking lazily, his smirk widening as my thighs squeezed together even tighter. "Thought so."

I watched, completely entranced, my breath shallow, my body thrumming with anticipation.

"You ready?"

*So. Fucking. Ready.*

The words tangled in my throat, all I could do was nod.

Ryan didn't hesitate. He moved over me, settling between my legs, his hands firm as they gripped my hips. For just a moment I could feel the weight of his cock laying on my abdomen, before he pulled back, to aim himself.

I gasped as his tip grazed my entrance--light, teasing, sending a shiver through me. My back arched, my fingers twisting into the sheets, desperate for more.

Then, with a slow, deliberate push, he filled me.

A guttural moan escaped me, my body stretching around him, taking him deeper, inch by inch. My breath halted, nails digging into the sheets, overwhelmed by the aching fullness.

Ryan let out a low groan, pulling back before thrusting forward again, his rhythm measured, controlled. The sound of skin hitting skin filled the space between us, each movement sending another pulse of pleasure through me.

"How's that feel?" His voice was rough,

I barely had the breath to respond. "God, you feel amazing, Ryan." My voice was shaky, desperate.

I needed this so badly, and now that I had him, it felt incredible.

Ryan moved faster, harder, each deep stroke knocking the breath from my lungs.

"Fuck--fuck--" The word tumbled from my lips between gasps, my mind blank from the overwhelming pleasure. "H-h-ho-lyyy shhhhit," I shuttered, as he penetrated me.

A wicked smirk curved his lips. "Yeah? You love it?"

I gasped as he drove into me harder, deeper. "Fuck--yes--"

"That's right." His grip flexed on my waist, "Take this big dick."

A strangled moan tore from my lips as my body trembled beneath him. I was lost in the pleasure, every thrust pushed me closer to the edge.

Ryan's low chuckle sent a shiver through me. "Too much?"

I tried to glare at him, but another deep thrust shattered my thoughts, my mouth falling open on a wrecked gasp.

"Shut the f--uuuugghhh," I snapped, but the words shattered.

His laughter rumbled against my skin "That's what I thought."

I was done for. Utterly wrecked. My mind blank, my body a trembling, needy mess beneath him.

"Shit, shit, shit--" The pleasure ripped through me, making my toes curl, my nails drag across his skin. "I can't-fuck--I can't even think-"

Ryan laughed, his voice low and satisfied.

"You-" I swallowed, my voice shaky, my lips parted in a desperate, breathless moan. "You feel so fucking good--so fucking deep..."

Ryan leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. "That's my good girl," he whispered, his voice thick with satisfaction.

A whimper escaped me, my body clenching in response.

His hands slid lower, gripping my hips, "Let's see how much more you can take."

And then--he went faster. The pleasure surged through me as he thrust into me again, his hips slapping against mine with each deep stroke. "Take it like a good little slut."

I gasped at the crude words, my body clenching around him. The filthy talk only seemed to fuel the fire burning inside me, making me crave more of him.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, his fingers digging into my hips as he held me in place, using me for his pleasure.

"Your pussy's gripping my cock like a fucking vise."

My legs spread wider as if they had minds of their own, allowing him to drive deeper, to pound into me mercilessly. He felt too good, filling me over and over, sending sparks flying as he slammed down onto me.

I couldn't respond. I could barely think, let alone make sense. I could only whimper in response, my body completely at his mercy.

"You like being fucked, don't you, Cow Tits?" His breathing was ragged, his muscles tensed.

He was looking at me, his eyes screaming that he owns me, watching my expressions change with his every brutal thrust. It was exhilarating. I was vulnerable, totally exposed, but for the first time in my life, I felt truly alive.

All I could do was nod, too lost in the raw, sensual pleasure tearing through my soul.

Ryan chuckled, his smirk sharp. "Tell me what's going on up here," he teased, one thumb flicking my clit. "Because from here..." his free hand grazing my breast, his touch light but unmistakably present, "you seem to have a case of the mutes."

"Uh huh," I choked, as he pinched my nipple.

With a low growl, Ryan thrust hard, the motion taking my breath away. I moaned loudly, gasping for air, struggling for words.

He was using me, and I loved every fucking second of it. The way his cock filled me, the way he held me down, the way he took what he wanted without a single ounce of remorse.

"Look at you," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "You're taking it like a champ. You're already a fucking natural at this."

My eyes rolled back, my mouth open in a silent scream as he hit that spot inside me that made my entire body convulse.

"Fuck, yes," Ryan grunted, his pace quickening, his grip on my hips tightening. "Come for me, you little slut. Show me how much you love this big cock."

His words sent me spiraling, my orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave. I screamed, as wave after wave of pleasure washed through me. My pussy clamped down on him, pulsing around his thickness as he continued to pound into me.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I screamed, my voice hoarse with exertion and pleasure. "You're so fucking deep, Ry--AAAAHH!" My words were cut off as another wave of pleasure crashed over me, my body convulsing beneath his. "Fuck, yes!" I cried out, my hands clawing at him, my back arching off the bed. "Harder, Ryan. Please, harder," I begged, as I clung to him. My body was still trembling from the intense orgasm, but the need for more was already building again. I couldn't get enough of him, of the way he filled me, the way he made me feel.

He pulled out of me completely, leaving me feeling empty and desperate.

I whimpered, trying to look at him but unable to control my limbs, a broken moan falling from my lips.

Ryan's smile was devious, his gaze dark as he leaned over me.

"I like when you say please," he drawled.

My pussy ached, and I couldn't think straight. His voice seemed distant, like the sounds were far away.

"... More," I muttered.

"Yeah? You need more, bitch?" He laughed, low and arrogant, then gave a hard smack to one of my round asscheeks.

Next thing I know he flipped me over onto my stomach, his hands gripping my hips and pulling me back towards him.

I pushed myself up with shaky arms and shakier legs, onto my elbows and knees.

I barely had a second to adjust before his fingers dug into the soft flesh of my ass.

He slapped me hard, the sound echoing through the room, the sting sharp and burning. I gasped, my body jolting forward, my hands scrambling for purchase on the bedspread.

"Fuck," I moaned, my body still tingling from the slap. "You're so mean." He held me in place, his cock hard and ready, resting on my asscheek. He slapped me again, this time on the other cheek, the sting making me jump.

"You like that, don't you? You like being used like a little fucktoy." His fingers dug into my ass more, holding me in place. I could feel length of his cock pressing against my ass, and I knew he was right. I loved it. I loved every filthy, degrading second of it.

He leaned down, his breath hot against my ear. "You're going to take every inch of this cock, aren't you? You're going to take it like a good little slut and beg for more."

I nodded, "Yes, I want it. I want all of you." I pushed back against him, feeling his heavy cock slide between my round. He groaned, his grip tightening on my hips as he began to push inside me, inch by inch. The stretch was intense, but the pleasure was even more so. I gasped, my fingers curling into the sheets as he filled me completely, his balls pressing against my clit.

"Oooohhhh fffuuuuck," I croaked.

He let it stay there for a moment, giving my body a chance to acclimate, adjusting. I was panting, the feeling sent waves of arousal coursing through me. My body craved more and so I pushed my hips back slightly, taking more of his thickness.

I moaned as Ryan's hand squeezed one asscheek roughly. "God damn."

He pulled almost all the way out, then drove back deep inside, "OH FUCK!" I yelled, feeling the immediate penetration.

I looked over my shoulder, watching as he pounded his huge dick into me. "Fuck my pussy, baby."

He proceeded fucking me, harder and harder. The sound of our bodies coming together was obscene--his heavy balls smacking against my clit with each thrust, his thighs slapping mine, his handprints already forming in red marks on my sides. He wasn't gentle or sweet or caring. And I loved it.

"Your pussy is so fucking good," he grunted, his voice strained.

"Fuck yes. Use me like the fucking piece of meat that I am," I moaned in response, my body already on fire from the intense pleasure. He began to thrust with more force, his hips pulling back before thrusting forward, his cock sliding in and out of me with a wet, slapping sound. I could feel every inch of him, I could feel how hard he was, how much he wanted me.

"That's it, bitch," he growled, as he pulled almost all the way out again before pushing in deep and hard

"Ryan.." I felt tears in the corner of my eyes. "Don't stop. Don't ever fucking stop. Give me all of you. Fuck me like a slut."

The bed banged into the wall as he slammed into me.

"Oh my god, that's it. Yes, baby, fuck me, just like that. Please... please make me cum," I begged, pushing back against him, wanting more.

"Do you like the idea of me using you? Do you like how this big fucking cock is ruining your tight little pussy?"

"Yes. Oh yes, I fucking love it."

"Good, because right now, all I can think about is the fact that I'm the first guy who's been here."

"Uh huh, oh, god, yeah. Just keep talking. Keep telling me how good you fuck me," I moaned, trying not to scream out loud, while his hands were wrapped around my waist, holding on tight.

"Fuck," Ryan growled, his pace beginning to speed up, "you're too fucking perfect. This pussy is everything. And those big titties, and the way this ass bounces. You're fucking heaven, Cow Tits."

"Yeah, baby, don't stop talking. Tell me what my ass is doing for you."

"You know exactly what it's doing for me."

"Then why don't I do this," I smirked, as I bent down ever more and pushed my ass up in the air and rocked back, and forth, and back and forth, while he plunged in and out of me.

"Holy fuck, that's it! God damn, you slut!"

"Uh huh, you love it. It's bouncing and shaking all over your dick. Fuck, you feel so good. I love the way you're fucking me. Fuck me harder, Ryan, please. I'm yours. This pussy is all yours. You can do whatever you want with me. Just use me, please. Use me like a little slut. Fill me up and ruin me. I love the way you feel. God, please don't stop."

"You fucking slut, you love the way I'm fucking your tight pussy," he moaned, as he slapped my ass again, "You're so fucking greedy for this dick, aren't you? You can't get enough of me, can you?"

"I can't. I can't. I'm addicted to your dick. Give it to me. Ruin my pussy. Ruin my body. Use me up. Please, I'm begging you. Oh, please, please, don't stop, don't stop."

He leaned over me, his chest pressing against my back as his hands wrapped around my throat. "You feel how this big cock stretches you open? Don't you just love how I tear this tiny pussy apart? aren't you? Mine to use, mine to fuck, mine to do whatever I want with." His voice was harsh. His breath was hot against my ear.

His grip on my throat tightened slightly, not enough to cut off my air, but enough to make me gasp. "Y-yes... I-I f-f-feel it..."

"Yeah? How about if I slam it like THIS!"

"AH--yes, I fucking feel it."

Each thrust made my body melt, my whole existence was the waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

I felt his hand smack and grip my ass firmly. "You're a thick little slut, aren't you?

"I am- ugh fuck," I moaned, as he thrust

into me. "I'm a thick slut."

"That's right, show me how much you love it when I fuck your tight little pussy." He squeezed my neck, harder, as he pulled my head back, forcing me to look at him. "You like it when I take control." His hips moved faster. His eyes were locked onto mine, his gaze intense and hungry.

I swallowed hard, my throat dry from the grip he had on it. "I- I love it," I managed to choke out. "I love it when- *haugh* wh- when you fuck me like this."

I could barely breathe. My arms trembled, my knees pressed into the mattress, my body caught between pleasure and the sheer force of his movements.

Ryan's pace was relentless, each deep, powerful motion sending a shockwave through me, forcing me forward before pulling me right back against him.

"Fuck, look at that," he muttered, watching every recoil, every ripple. "You were made for this."

A choked gasp tore from my lips, my hands fisting the sheets, helpless under the weight of his control. My body responded to him without thinking, my back arching, my hips tilting, offering him even more.

A sudden slap landed against my ass, sending a sharp tingle of pain through me.

"Taking it so fucking well," he soothed, before squeezing my ass. "Let's see if you can keep up."

"Ah--ahh--fuck--" The moans tore from my throat, uncontrolled, breathless, each one punched out of me as Ryan's thrusts quickened.

His breath was hot and ragged, mixing with the heavy slaps of our bodies, each one sending another wave of sensation crashing through me.

"Mmh-hah-fuck--yes--" The words tumbled from my lips in broken fragments, my body completely at his mercy, my mind barely able to keep up with the relentless pace.

"Listen to you," he grunted. "You can't even control yourself, can you?"

I tried to form a response, tried to hold back the moan climbing up my throat, but the next deep, throbbing movement ripped a strangled, high-pitched cry from my lips.

"Nnnh-AAAAHHHHH FFFUUUUUUCK"

His fingers dug into my ass, his smirk evident in his tone. "That's what I thought."

The pleasure was too much, my body responding without permission, my voice a wrecked, breathless mess, caught between gasps, moans, and curses.

"Hngh-ahhh-hah-fuck!" My nails clawed at the sheets, my thighs trembling beneath his grip, every sound tumbling from me without control.

"Keep making those pretty little noises for me."

My body was no longer mine, it was his.

Every movement, every breath, every pulse of sensation was controlled by him, dictated by the way he held me, the way he moved, the way he refused to let me escape the overwhelming force of it all. I felt everything. The way his fingers pressed deep into my skin, keeping me right where he wanted me. The way heat spread through me in waves, each one more intense than the last, making my thighs shake, making my nails dig into the sheets in a desperate attempt to ground myself, as my knuckles turned white.

A sharp inhale tore through my chest as his hands slid higher, gripping my hips, controlling the rhythm, making sure I took everything he gave. My skin was on fire, hypersensitive, every point of contact sending sparks through my system.

I clenched my jaw, fighting the urge to beg for more, but he knew--he could *feel* the way I trembled, the way my breath caught, the way my body responded before my mind could catch up.

I whimpered, my fingers twisting into the sheets, every nerve alight, every sensation heightened, every thought shattered. I wasn't in control of myself anymore. And I never wanted to be again.

"Oh my God--Ryan-fuck--" My voice shook, breaking apart with every breath.

Ryan's breath came hot and uneven against my skin, his grip flexing around my waist as he held me steady, forcing me to take every sensation. "Yeah? Feels good?"

A deep moaned escape, my back arching as another jolt of pleasure shot through me. "Yes--yes!" My voice pitched higher, my words tumbling out with no control, no restraint. "You feel so fucking good--I swear to God-" I squeezed my eyes shut, my breath coming fast and uneven, every nerve in my body overloaded, completely consumed by him. "Holy shit, Ryan-- don't stop!" I moaned, the intensity building, burning through me like wildfire. "Fuck--fuck, love it--I love it so much!" My voice cracked, my body melting into his hold, letting him have me.

"I can tell," Ryan said, breathlessly. "You're getting everything, sweetheart." His fingers traced my sides, his touch taunting.

I bit my lip, my whole body trembled. My voice cracked as another wave of sensation crashed over me. "I fucking love it, Ryan, everything! Give me that big fucking cock!"

"That's my girl," he groaned.

I shuddered, completely undone at those words, "My pussy needs you," I whispered.

"Damn right she does," he said, as his pace deepened with renewed intensity.

My head fell forward, my skin damp with sweat, my mind floating. "Ah- ah- oooohhh shhhhiiiiit!"

Ryan's breath was hot against my ear, his voice nothing but a whisper. "Let go for me, baby. Just let go."

"Ryan--oh, fuck--" My words broke apart as the tension shattered, a violent wave of pleasure ripped through me. "AAAHHHHHH IM FUCKING CUMMMMMIIIINGGGGG!"

The aftershocks rippled through me, my fingers grasped at nothing. I melted beneath him, weightless, my body still pulsing with lingering pleasure.

"That's it, Cow Tits," Ryan growled, his hips moving faster, harder, his cock driving into me with a ferocity that left me breathless. "Come for me, baby. Cum all over my cock. I'm gonna cum too."

He thrust into me one last time, his body tensing as he let out a low groan.

A sudden, deep warmth filled me, and my entire body froze.

I sharp gasp left my lips, as my heart stopped, my eyed widened, my muscles locked up in pure shock, my fingers gripped the sheets like they were the only thing keeping me from spiraling.

"Wait--" My voice came out high, breathless, completely unprepared. "Ryan--what--?"

But it was already happening, hot liquid spurt, spreading inside me, overwhelming me, leaving me wide-eyed and trembling beneath him.

Ryan let out a rough, shuddering breath, his grip tightening, then loosening, his body going rigid before melting against me.

Another stunned gasp escaped me, my chest rising and falling in short, uneven pulls, my mind blank, scrambling, unable to process what had just happened.

I tried to speak again, but my voice broke, my thighs tensing around the slow, sticky sensation creeping between them.

Ryan, still hovering over me, exhaled sharply, his voice low, dazed, almost like he couldn't believe it either.

"... Shit."

I swallowed hard, still trying to catch up, still trying to breathe. "Did you just--"

Ryan didn't answer right away. He ran a hand through his damp hair, his chest still heaving, his fingers twitching slightly against my waist. Then, finally, he let out a breath and muttered-- "Yeah."

This wasn't supposed to happen.

***

The room was quiet now, the air still thick with heat, our breaths the only sound filling the space. My body felt heavy, every inch of me still buzzing in the aftermath. I still could feel his cum dripping out of me, mixing with my own arousal, the sticky mess coating my thighs.

I swallowed hard, my body still flushed with warmth, my mind racing as I stared at the ceiling. The silence between us felt heavier now, not like before. It wasn't the teasing, tension-filled silence that always hung between us.

"What do I do about this?" My voice was quieter than I expected.

He exhaled through his nose. "I'll get you Plan B."

I blinked, surprised by how quickly he responded. "Just like that? What if I get pregnant?! You're not worried about me possibly getting pregnant?

His lips twitched, almost like he was amused. "What, you thought I'd freak out or panic?"

I sat up, pulling the sheets tighter around me, still feeling weirdly exposed despite everything. "I don't know. You're not exactly the 'responsible' type."

Ryan smirked, but there was no real humor behind it. "You're right. But I'm not stupid either."

I chewed on the inside of my cheek, studying him. He looked... calm. Almost too calm.

"So... what?" I asked, my voice softer now. "You just go to the pharmacy and--?"

He scoffed. "Yeah, Samantha, I don't need a step-by-step guide. It's not that hard."

I huffed, crossing my arms. "I didn't mean it like that."

He sat up, stretching before running a hand through his messy hair. "I'll head to the pharmacy before dropping you off home. You take it then we move on." His tone was flat, casual, like this was just another task to check off a list.

Something about that made my chest feel tight.

I nodded, but the words left a bitter taste in my mouth. "Yeah. We move on."

***

The ride was quiet. Ryan's hand rested lazily on the wheel, his gaze locked on the road, expression unreadable. The silence wasn't tense--it was worse than that. It felt final.

I should've felt relieved. Should've been grateful that this was over, that I could walk into my house and pretend none of it ever happened. But all I felt was... off.

I stared out the window, arms crossed, fingers digging into my sides. The streets blurred past, familiar but distant. The house came into view too quickly, the headlights casting sharp shadows across the driveway.

Ryan slowed to a stop, shifting into park. Then he turned to face me. For a moment, he didn't speak. Until, finally, he exhaled. "I meant what I said." His voice was normal now, not taunting, not teasing. Just final. "You won't have to put up with me anymore."

A strange sensation settled in my chest-- relief? Disappointment? Something in between?

I sighed. "You're really just gonna let me go?"

Ryan smirked, but there was no cockiness behind it this time. "That was the deal, wasn't it?"

I looked up at him, as my throat felt heavy. He had such a serious look. And that realization hit harder than I expected.

"Yeah," I spoke softly, my hand resting on my chest. "I guess it was."

Silence stretched between us.

Ryan cleared his throat, running a hand through his hair before glancing back at me. "Guess this is it, then."

I forced myself to nod. Ignoring the strange tightness in my chest. Ignoring the feeling I couldn't name.

Then, without another word, I pushed the door open and stepped out. The night air felt cold, sharp against my skin. I took a few steps toward the house before pausing, waiting for the sound of the car pulling away. It didn't come.

I glanced over my shoulder. Ryan was still sitting there, his fingers tapping absently against the wheel, his eyes locked straight ahead. Not looking at me.

For a second, I thought about going back. Thought about saying something, anything, to break whatever this was. But before I could, the tires rolled forward.

I stood frozen, watching as the taillights faded into the night, leaving nothing behind.

Just like that, he was gone.

***

The door clicked shut behind me, and I stood there for a moment, just breathing, trying to shake off the weight of what I had just walked away from.

"Well, look who finally decided to come home."

I barely had time to turn before my mother appeared from the hallway, her curvy silhouette leaning against the wall, arms crossed, one perfectly manicured brow arched.

She looked me over, her blue eyes sharp, missing nothing. Her long, dark hair cascaded in waves over her shoulders, framing her face in a way that made it impossible to tell if she was about to scold me or smirk.

My stomach tightened instinctively. "Mom--"

She sighed dramatically, pushing off the doorframe and walking toward me, her hips swaying with practiced ease. "Three days, Samantha." Her voice was smooth, teasing, but there was an edge beneath it.

"You were gone for three days, and you expect me to just smile and wave?"

I huffed, shifting my weight. "I told you I was staying with Janice."

Her lips pursed, like she was biting back a knowing remark, but she let it slide--for now. Instead, she took a step closer, her eyes dragging over me, taking in the messy hair, the oversized hoodie, the way I still looked too shaken to pretend everything was normal.

She smirked. Like she already knew.

My pulse jumped.

"You look... different," she murmured, her gaze lingering a beat too long before she flicked it back to my face. "Anything you wanna tell me?"

I swallowed hard. "Not really."

She responded with only a slow, amused hum.

I turned away quickly, kicking off my shoes and moving toward the stairs. "I'm exhausted, Mom. Can we do this later?"

She let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. "You were with that Ryan boy, huh?"

I froze. My foot had barely touched the first step, but my body locked up instantly, my fingers curling against the banister.

Slowly, I turned back to face her. "What?

"I said," she mused, tilting her head, "you were with that boy Ryan, weren't you?"

I swallowed hard, my heart hammering against my ribs. "Why would you think that?"

She let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. "Oh, sweetheart." She raised her lip into a smirk. "I know that look."

My stomach twisted. "Wh-what look?

Mom pushed off the frame and took a step toward me, her gaze still sweeping over me like she was piecing together a puzzle she had already mostly solved.

"You're all flustered," she continued, voice smooth. "Hair's a mess. Clothes too baggy, like you're trying to hide something." She eyed the oversized hoodie draped over me.

I gripped the fabric instinctively, feeling exposed despite how much it covered.

Mom gave me a knowing look. "Mmm. And the way you walked in just now?" She tapped her manicured nails against her arm. "I'd bet good money you were having sex with him."

My breath hitched. I forced a scoff, "I was NOT having sex with him o-o-or even with him, my god Mom."

She didn't look convinced. "I'm a woman too you know, I can see it all over you." Mom watched me carefully, her smirk softening into something closer to amusement. "Honey, I don't mind if you did," she said lightly, giving a small shrug. "You're grown. You make your own choices. But I've seen him, how was he?"

My jaw dropped. "Mom--what the hell?!" My face burned, and I took a step back, gripping the hoodie tighter around me like it could somehow shield me from this conversation.

She simply smirked, like she had all the time in the world. "What?" she teased, "I'm just asking a question."

I made a strangled noise, spinning toward the stairs. "Oh my God, I'm not doing this with you."

"Oh, come on," she drawled, clearly enjoying my misery. "You can't just expect to walk in here looking like that and not get questioned."

I turned back to her, exasperated "Looking like what?"

She gave me a pointed once-over. "Like a girl who just got her world rocked."

I gasped. "I did not!"

Mom just laughed, "Sure, sweetheart," she said, her voice dripping with amusement. "I was your age once too, you know. And trust me, you can't fake that glow."

I let out a frustrated groan, burying my face in my hands. "Oh my God, please stop talking."

She chuckled, stepping past me toward the kitchen. "Fine, fine," she mused, pausing just long enough to glance over her shoulder. "But if you ever wanna talk about it--" Her lips curled. "--or if you need me to tell you how to make a man really beg for it, let me know."

I nearly choked on air. "Mom--oh my God--" My face burned, horror rushing through me as she disappeared into the kitchen, her laugh echoing behind her.

I stood there for a long moment, my pulse still racing, my mind spinning. Then, with a frustrated sigh, I trudged up the stairs, slamming my bedroom door behind me.

I leaned against the door, pressing my forehead against the wood, exhaling slowly.

The house was quiet now. No teasing remarks. No knowing glances. Just silence. But my mind? Loud as hell.

I pushed off the door and peeled off Ryan's hoodie, throwing it onto my bed like it burned to touch it. My body still hummed with leftover adrenaline, my insides tingled and ached, still carrying the memory of him filling me.

I should've showered. Should've buried myself in my blankets and pretended none of it ever happened. Instead, I just stood there. Staring at my reflection in the mirror. Mom was right. I did look different.

Not in some dramatic, obvious way, but it was there. A slight flush to my skin, an edge of restlessness, an unfamiliar tightness in my chest that wouldn't go away.

I sighed, raking a hand through my hair. This was supposed to feel like a win. It was over. The harassment, the sex, all of it. I was free and for some reason--I hated it.