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I can't remember having this many eyes watching me, and that's saying a lot, considering all of the times I've been bullied and turned into a laughingstock in my almost four years of high school hell. It's all his fault, of course, and he just keeps making it worse, too.
Every time my Raaf walks behind my seat, he'd have every girl in class glaring at me like they're personally offended that someone like me is sharing screen time with someone like him. I keep mouthing at Raaf to please, please put a shirt on, just to make them hate on me less, but he only gives me this sexy little smirk every time I do, and because I'm still super easy where he's concerned, all is immediately forgiven.
That the other kids would start talking about me behind my back is a given, but unlike before I actually find myself more amused than hurt when I finally come across a newly-put-up thread about me. And since it's all anonymous, no one's holding back on the comments: some say I've run away from home to become a highly-paid hooker while others think I've signed up for a virginity auction, which I didn't even know was a thing. And then there are those who think I've become a mistress, but there's still much debate about whether my Raaf is a mob boss or a secret millionaire with grossly perverted tastes.
Morning classes finally come to an end, and I nearly collapse with relief in my seat. I didn't even realize I've been so tense the entire time until this moment, and it's while I'm stretching and twisting to loosen my muscles that I catch Raaf looking at me.
"All done?"
"For an hour at least," I say with a smile.
"Good." He's been "working" from the couch all this time as well, but he doesn't hesitate to close his laptop at my words, and I feel my mouth dry as I watch him rise to his feet.
My senses flutter away like they always do as he walks towards me with the deceptively leisurely grace of a predatory cat. Even though I now know the real him, there will always be a part of me that would find him frightening, and honestly, I wouldn't want it any other way. He's never going to be "safe" like other guys, but that's also why I'll always find him completely irresistible.
When the distance between us finally disappears, I feel restless, breathless, and almost sinfully powerless, with the way my body is shamelessly relishing the acute disparity in our strength. My breasts have become heavy and swollen, twins of rounded flesh that are just aching to be squeezed tightly and painfully by his large, strong hands. They want to be mashed. I want them to be mashed. And when his gaze gleams, I realize that he's fully aware of how he's making me feel.
"I'm hungry, my Sara."
The words startle and fluster me, and I retain enough presence of my mind to reach for my laptop in clumsy haste. I've barely snapped it close when he places one hand on the back of my seat, and his other hand lands on the edge of the table before I can even draw my next breath.
I am now trapped in the cage of his arms, and instead of wanting to run away, every fiber of my body is telling me I am exactly where I belong. It feels like we've traveled back to the past in an instant: my Raaf is once again the monster who's kidnapped me, his captive, and the thought causes fear-laced excitement to slither down my body until every inch of me is trembling with my need.
I see him look down, and I barely manage to bite back a whimper as his ravenous gaze makes my nipples ache painfully for the lashes of his tongue.
"I want to fucking eat you. It's all I've thought about the entire day. I want to swallow your small, pretty breasts whole, suck your nipples until they hurt..."
The words are just too much; they wrench out a gasp from my throat and I find myself reaching for him on my own accord, with my nails digging into his bronzed skin as I clutch at his muscled arms in helpless yearning. I see his lips curve in a smirk, but I'm just too far gone to even feel ashamed at the sight of it.
"P-Please..." Hearing myself beg makes my face flame, but I don't take it back because I mean it.
"Please what, my dove?"
He's purring again, and all I can do is gasp and writhe and burn - oh God, how I burn - as moisture drenches my underwear at the dark, lustrous sound of his voice.
"I need you to tell me exactly what you're begging for."
God.
Oh God.
Forgive me.
And then I hear myself choke out, "Please fuck me."
Eyes that are Paul-Newman-blue glitter down at me with wild triumph. "Good girl." And without any other warning, he reaches for me, his hands tightly gripping my waist as he flips me on the seat, and my heart slams against my chest when I suddenly find myself on all fours.
Oh God.
God.
God.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
The first thrust alone makes me see stars; he's pounding into me fast and hard like he wants to rip my pussy apart, and I can't get enough of it. I gasp when every thrust hits the deepest part of me, and then I whimper when he pulls his long, thick member out. I'm trying to hold on to the last part of me that's still rational, but then he drives into me all of a sudden - just pounds into me with so much force that I would've fallen over head first if I hadn't managed to hold on to the table - and a moan spirals out of my throat. He's fucking me like we're wild animals in heat, and God help me, but I love it, and I finally let go so I can lose myself in it.
Every thrust now is savored, and I no longer hold back on making noise.
"Yes, God, yes."
"Harder, oh God, yes."
"Please, oh God, yes."
"It's so good, oh God."
I wish, like always, that these moments would last forever, but when I feel his fingers drive through my hair, I already know what it means——
Aaaah!
He suddenly yanks out, but even as I'm moaning in protest, he's already flipped me to my back, and he's thrusting back inside of me as he leans forward to roughly fondle my breasts. He pulls out again, and when he slams back into me, he plumps one breast and takes my nipple into his mouth. He starts sucking and fucking in tandem, and when he pinches my other nipple so, so hard—-
It's all over for me.
My body bucks up as my release gushes out, and Raaf grits out my name.
It's all over for him, too, and I unthinkingly wrap my legs around his waist as I feel him start coming inside of me. I can feel him filling me up, and the heat of it makes me feel delirious. It's so good, so, so...
"Rise and shine, my dove."
Huh?
I feel myself being pulled up, and my Raaf's beautiful face fills my vision when I finally manage to open eyes.
"I'm sorry to wake you, but you should have something to eat before you get back to class."
I'm confused at first, then stunned, then mortified. I can't believe I dozed off in the middle of making love (or is it more accurate to say I fell asleep shortly after?), not to mention the fact that I also forgot I still had an afternoon's worth of classes to attend.
I quickly reach for my laptop, and I'm about to open it when Raaf suddenly snaps, "Wait!"
He walks back to me, and I feel myself turn red from head to toe when he gently cups my breast...before popping it back inside my dress. He pulls away, and I can only smile weakly. "Thank you?"
He actually smiles back, and just as I start to think that he's in his dreamy mood, he then says quite pleasantly, "No need to thank me, my dove. It's not like I won't punish you for it."
I stand corrected. He's still a nightmare, but because I have slightly bigger problems on my plate...
I turn my attention back to my laptop and open it while Raaf walks back to take his discarded shirt from the couch. Is he actually going to be nice enough to put it on so he'd be less of a distraction and—-oh?
Raaf has plunged his shirt into the dipping pool, but then the alarm I've set on my laptop goes off at that moment, and my gaze darts back to my laptop screen. I should still have five minutes left before classes start, and...oh...my...god.
Melanie: OMG
Rachel: I don't think she knows we can still hear them!
Boyd: What a slut.
Ann: Uh news flash, dude. Did you see the guy she's with? Any girl would be a slut for a guy like that.
Melanie: And he has a yacht!
Rachel: I don't think it's real. I think it's just another fake background. But like something she paid a lot for. Because it looks super real.
KC: Who cares if it's real or not? Don't you guys hear her? If I had the money, I'd give him a yacht to do me like that!
Nolan: I can fuck you like that.
KC: Let's be real. You can't.
Ann: I can't believe they're still going at it hard.
Rachel: Viagra.
Melanie: OMG she's coming
Nolan: She sounds fucking hot
KC: Did you hear that? HE'S GOING TO PUNISH HER. SOMEONE GIVE ME A MILLION DOLLARS SO I CAN PAY HIM TO PUNISH ME, TOO.
My first instinct is to shut the laptop when I reach the last of their messages, but a shadow falls over me before I can make up my mind, and I look up just in time to see Raaf crouching down—-
A squeak escapes me, and then I squeak again when I realize the sound I made has betrayed my presence. Everyone in class knows I'm back online now, and—-
Oh. My. God.
Raaf starts cleaning me down there using his discarded shirt, and though his every stroke makes my flesh tingle anew, all I can do is grip the edges of the table and keep my face blank while everyone's eyes are still on me.
The rest of the day is thankfully uneventful, but once in a while I'd catch my Raaf staring at me, and it's the same bleakness that's haunting his gaze.
You almost scare me, I remember him saying once, and I suddenly can't get the words out of my mind. Isn't that the silliest thing? Doesn't he know that it's captives like me who have reason to fear our captors, and not the other way around?