Let's Talk Dirty

Chills ran down my spine as I walked down Rose Street.
I was only wearing a thin strapless dress and a small coat. Nothing was covering me, and I was freezing.
And on addition to that, something didn't feel right. Actually, nothing felt right.
I don't think anything could make this night any better.
I've tried to go on dates, but they always end up going to shit, just like this one did.
He made me pay. Who the fuck, does that on a first date?
I turned past the old bakery, and a giant wind blew over, making my eyes fill with water.
I stopped for a moment and looked around, scanning over the area I could see in the flickering street light.
I saw a shadow fly through it, but I didn't see anyone.
So I ignored it and continued walking.
I don't know why, but this scared and eager feeling came back to me and my stomach started to grind. And I didn't like it.
I heard footsteps behind me and sighed nervously, and I just walked faster.
I felt someone's presence behind me, but I was too scared to turn around and face whoever it was.
So I just started to walk even faster, trying to ignore any stupid ass feelings.
I mean, who would want to chase me anyways? Well... I kind of am wearing nothing. And that's an easy target. Dammit.
I reached my house, after feelings and feelings of paranoid torture.
As soon as I walked into my house, I slammed the door shut and locked every lock.
I locked every window, every door, just everything.
Then I made myself a sandwich and sat down on the couch. I watched an episode of True Blood, nothing new and nothing surprising. I knew that's what was going to happen.
I fell asleep for about five minutes, but that feeling in my stomach came back, and I was wide awake.
I stood up and took my jacket off, looking out the window.
My heart began to race, but I saw no one at all.
I shoved my paranoid feelings away and walked up to my room. I honestly don't feel tired, but I'd rather be in my room then down there.
I opened my bedroom door, the hall light shining through it. There was enough light from it so I didn't think I needed to then the bedroom light on.
I took my jewelry off, and washed my makeup off in the bathroom.
I crossed my arms when I walked back into my room and sighed.
I am paranoid for no reason. No reason whatsoever.
"There's no one here." I said out loud, making my self clear.
I nodded my head, mentally deciding that I was correct.
But then I felt a wind beside me and I swallowed hard, still ignoring it.
I pulled my hair over my shoulder and reached over my shoulder, pulling my dress zipper half way down.
But then I felt something hit the back of my heel and I sucked in a breath.
"Hello Y/N." I felt a breath on my neck and I laughed nervously.
"Why are you here?" I spat out.
I felt a hand press to my back and I closed my eyes, tears stinging them. I felt my dress loosen, realizing that my dress had been unzipped all the way.
"Why else would I be here darling?" I felt lips being pressed to my jaw and I gasped.
He let go of the waist on my dress, letting it drop to the floor.
"What do you want from me?" I asked, my breath clear with fright.
"Ecstasy..." He growled in my ear and I shuddered when his hands landed on my hips.
"Happiness?" I felt him nod. "Well it would make me super happy if you would leave. I won't tell anyone about this little encounter, and we can carry on alone." I tried to pull his hands from my hips but he put them on my stomach and pulled my body into his.
"We both know you wouldn't be able to carry on..." He licked my earlobe and I gasped. "You'd be too afraid that I'd show up again. You wouldn't be able to carry on..."
"Don't hurt me... Please." I mumbled and he chuckled.
"I would never hurt you Y/N. As long as you give me what I want."
"Then what the hell do you want?" I cried.
He turned me towards him and I covered my mouth.
A curl appeared on his unfamiliar lips and he pulled me to him by my jaw, making me gasp again.
"Such an innocent flower..." He mumbled and I tried my best to hold back my cries as he put his hand underneath the waist of my lace underwear.
He snickered before he grabbed my chin again, pulling my lips to his.
I was too scared to realize that I could be enjoying this. But he's a fucking stranger, and I refuse to show him the pleasure of giving in.
"You could at least pretend to show that you might be enjoying this." He grated.
"No."
"No? Well why not?"
"Because I don't know you. And you could do anything that could hurt me."
"Oh Y/N, I told you that I would never hurt you." I was silent and I felt him get closer to me. "You don't believe me, do you?"
"I don't even trust you."
"But why would I ever lie to you?" I was still silent and I saw him slip his shirt off. "Fine. You don't have to trust me with anything else if you don't want to. But trust me with this, if I hurt you... It's not intentional."
Then he took his pants off and picked me up, dropping me onto the bed behind me. I admit it, I was scared shitless. And I didn't want to have anything to do with this asshole. He ran his hands down my body and I shuddered again under his touch.
"I want to see you..." He muttered, and then he turned the lamp on beside my bed.
He leaned down on top of me and I sucked in another breath.
He was... Gorgeous.
And that made it a hundred times worse.
I put my hands on his shoulders when he kissed my collarbone.
"Call me... Ash." I cocked an eyebrow and he nodded his head. "I'll be better if I hear that come from your mouth."
"I'm sorry. I can't."
He shrugged. "Okay fine."
I let out a breath and he kissed my stomach, trailing kisses down my thigh and right back up my hip bone. It felt so wrong, but at the same time it felt so good. He squeezed my breasts in his hands and I let out a silent moan, making him look at me.
"I want you to beg for me, my innocent flower." He kissed above my breast and I found my hands running through his hair.
I shook my head and he pulled me down the bed a bit, making me land directly below him. He leaned down and kissed me firmly, making me wrap my arms around him. He then pulled away from me, making me gasp desperately.
"Beg for me." He demanded and I ran my hands down his back.
"It's so wrong." I spat.
"Yeah. It was also wrong to follow you home. But look, I did it anyways."
I looked at him and he let out a hearty laugh.
"You seemed surprised flower. But how could I resist a tipsy innocent girl, walking alone in nothing but a small piece of cloth? I know you wouldn't pass down that chance if you were me, now would you?"
I let out a sigh and looked at him. "Fine."
"Fine? I'm afraid that I'm confused." He drew his brows together and I ran my hands through his hair.
"Ash..." I muttered and he growled in my ear.
"I'm not fucking you until I am begged properly."
He ran his hands back down my body, taking my underwear with them. I let out a shaky breath and he took my hands, pinning my arms above my head. He buried his face in my neck as he trailed kisses up my jaw. I pulled my hands through his hair again, and he gripped my thighs. He ran his finger over my clit and I gasped in his ear, making him growl. He did it again and I shook my head.
"Ash. I-"
"What? What is it? What do you want?" His smirk was killing me from the inside.
"I'm begging for you." I pushed the words out and he slipped his underwear off.
"That's all I needed to hear baby." He then slowly spread my legs open, and held them open with his knees.
He put his hands on my torso and pushed himself into me, making me immediately grab his back. Then he started to thrust, quicker and harder than I actually wanted but I didn't stop him. I moaned in his ear and he leaned down on top of me, thrusting harder.
"Please, slow down." I grasped for something to hold onto, and I grabbed the bed post above me.
But he went faster; the exact opposite of what I wanted.
"Ash, dammit. You're hurting me." I grated, but he didn't slow down and tears stung my eyes.
He rolled his hips upward and I groaned in his ears.
"Shit." He mumbled, and he still didn't slow down.
"It hurts." I gripped his forearms and gripped mine.
He kept going until he was satisfied, and I was crying from the pain.
When he climbed off of me, I turned to the side and pulled the blanket over me.
I could barely move without wincing, and I swear I have never been this violated in my life.
"I broke your trust." He muttered beside me. "I hurt you."
"Oh don't worry. I never had any trust in you anyways."
I heard him fumble around and put his clothes on. But before he left, he crouched down in front of me.
"Listen Y/N. I'm not a stalker, no matter what the fuck you think is going on." He leaned in closer to me and smiled. "You wait for me. I'll be here every Saturday night. So, be sure you're prepared flower."
Then he kissed my exposed hand and walked away from me, jumping out of the unlocked window.

Notes

There will be a Part Two to this btw :) xx