Page 8 of Undone By You

"That's great! Yeah it's a good opportunity and if it makes you happy, then I'm happy." I say. "I gotta go Ty, I need to get readyfor tonight, but I love you, and I'm so proud of you." I hang up the phone and the car falls quiet.

"What is it?" I say to Rose. "Have you told your brother about the guy on the motorcycle?" She asks meekly. "No, you know how he is. He'd freak and pack my whole house up himself and move me back to Miami, I don't wanna do that. I'm fine, I'm safe, and I'm happy to be close to you." I say with a small smile as I reach for her hand and squeeze it gently.

I walk into my house and hang my gown on my closet door handle. I tie my hair up into a messy bun and unbutton my jeans and slip on an oversized t-shirt. I stroll to the kitchen with my kindle and my cellphone in my hand as I turn the kettle on to make myself some tea, I take my cup to the sofa and sit down as I put my password into my kindle to unlock it.

My cell phone rings and I pick it up to see that it says "unknown number" he's calling me. My heart starts thundering in my chest as I look out my window before answering it. "H-Hello?" I say in a meek voice. "Hi delicate flower." the voice says, it's low and lustful and makes my breath catch. I swallow before I ask "What do you want from me?" in an unsteady voice. "Nothing" he says simply. I don't know how to respond. "Well, nothing that I haven't already had my hands on. I want you, Coraline." Tears pool in my eyes as I think back to the evening where he left me bound, left me wet and with a throbbing pussy.

"I just wanted to say, dress real nice for me tonight, delicate flower. I'm looking forward to seeing you." He hangs up the phone and I'm left with the phone still against my ear, even though the call ended a few seconds ago. Tonight? I get up and start locking every single window in the house, I pull all the drapes closed and lock my front and back door.

I need a fucking Pit bull.

I walked around the Church looking for Rose, we arrived at the ball thirty minutes ago and the girl had already disappeared. I keep my eyes peeled for the preacher's son, he would be my Rose beacon. I grab a glass of champagne off of a tray from a passing waiter as I inspect my surroundings, the decor team really outdid themselves.

There are candles everywhere, a massive glowing chandelier and violins playing, everyone is dressed like they just stepped out of a fantasy book. I fluff the skirt of my emerald green dress, feeling like I might have been underdressed. The top of my gown is corset styled, and my skirt is made from a silk material that has a thigh high slit on the right side.

The chiffon sleeves fall off my shoulders and connect to my middle finger. I put down the rest of my glass and try to push the insecurities from my mind, I spot Rose with the preacher's son standing by the foot of the stairs, laughing and flirting. I roll my eyes and smile.

I start approaching her, just as I make my way through the crowd a man with ginger hair and pale skin pops up in front of me.

"Hi" he says with a smile on his face. "Hello" I return the friendly gesture. He holds out his hand as a motion to invite me to the dance floor. I let out a soft sigh and smiled sympathetically at him and said "thank you, but I don't really dance." He laughs and takes my hand as he says "there's no such thing." He spins me as I screech and he pulls me towards him.

The violinists are playing a slow song, everyone around us is dancing romantically and I clear my throat as I look at him. "What's your name?" I ask him. "It's Jackson, and you're Coraline." I tilt my head in surprise at him and he laughs.

"I overheard you talking to the pastor, I saw him coming your way before I asked you to dance and I thought I'd save you. You're welcome" he says with a shrug of his shoulders and a playful smile. I laugh a real laugh and I say "Thank you, you're oh so brave, saving a damsel in distress." He spins me and grabs my hand and my waist as we dance. He rolls his eyes and smiles, he's sweet.

"So, what's your story Coraline? It's been a while since we had a fresh face in this town." As I'm about to speak, the tempo of the violins and the piano picks up, indicating for us to change partners.

I feel another pair of hands grab me and look up to see crystal blue eyes behind a white mask.

My eyes go wide as I try to pull away, he tugs me closer and says "Relax, delicate flower, people are watching." I still as I look around, he pulls me in closer by my waist and intertwines his gloved fingers with mine. He leans closer and towards my ear, his breath brushes against my neck and the feeling gives me goosebumps.

"You look breathtaking tonight baby" he says against my ear.

His hands on me are possessive, his grip is tight, the way he holds my body is as if he has memorised my curves, like he's explored them in another lifetime. "What do you want?" I say in a whisper. "We've been through this before, you already know the answer." He looks into my eyes and trails his hands around my corset.

"That's bullshit." I seethe. He lets out a gritty chuckle as he runs his gloved thumb over my bottom lip. "I'm sure that filthy mouth has gotten you your fair share of spankings as a child."I pull my chin away and I narrow my eyes at him as I say "I've never been spanked in my life, thank you very much." He gives me a one sided smirk and says "I plan to change that." I still as I look around the room for Rose.

I see her walking hand in hand with the preacher's son up the stairs and I let out a sigh. Really Rose? The preacher's son? In a church? She's definitely going to hell, I might as well join her.

"So? So what is it? You wanna fuck me?" I say to the man dancing with me. "You wanna take me home and give me my first spanking and then fuck me and send me home in a cab after?" I say to him with steel in my voice. He looks at my lips as he wets his tongue.

"I don't want to fuck you Coraline. I want to ruin you. I want to claim you. And I definitely won't be sending you home in a cab afterwards." The force of his words hit me like a lightning bolt. I stare at him with a head empty of thoughts. "Walk with me," he says. I'm about to say no when I see the pastor approaching us.

"Fine." I say sharply. He puts his hand on my waist and guides me through the crowd of people and through the double wooden church doors and into the rose garden. He picks a white rose and gives it to me, I take the rose and toss it onto the floor.

"You're not allowed to pick those," I say in a flat tone. He smiles and looks at me, his lustful eyes trace my face, he suddenly grabs my throat and pushes me against a vine riddled rose wall. I wince at the little pricks from the thorns, I will turn my face into an image of steel as I say "Let. Go." He leans in and grazes his lips with mine as he says "Make me." My skin is on fire and my hard nipples are grazing against the material of my gown, I feel wetness starting to build in between my legs.

I thrash against him and claw at his suit jacket, he grips my ass and pulls me closer to him and I let out a whimper at the feeling of his hard cock against me.

"I'm going to fuck that pretty mouth of yours" he says in a devilish tone. "No, you're not." I say matter of factly. Something sparks in his eyes the moment the words leave my mouth, next thing I know, I'm forced to my knees with his one hand gripped at my scalp, and his free hand undoing his belt buckle. He proceeds to tie his belt around my wrists behind my back and he hunches down to my height in front of me.

"My name is Declan. Remember that when you scream it later." He stands up and pushes his dick into my mouth, I breathe in through my nose as my eyes widen. He grips my hair at the scalp and starts motioning himself in and out of my mouth "Fuuuck baby" he whispers while looking down at me through hooded eyes.

I start fidgeting my arms to get my wrists loose but his belt is secured tightly around my wrists. "Don't be afraid, open your throat delicate flower" he starts fucking my mouth faster and deeper as he throws his head back and lets out a moan.

My eyes start to tear and I can feel spit dripping down my chin, I continue taking short breaths through my nose as he grips my throat and pushes his hard cock deeper down it.

This is wrong. This isn't right. I'm wet. I can feel myself getting wetter as he looks down at me with parted lips and says "you look so good with my cock in your mouth, you love it don't you?" He says as he wipes a tear away from my face with his thumb.

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