Page 26 of Quiet Rage
Tamson
I’mawake before my alarm rings. Actually, I’ve been up for most of the night. It’s hard to sleep when Kellen is in my bed, his huge body taking up most of the mattress space. I don’t know why he came or why he is still here but being next to him feels like being next to a wild animal. One wrong move, and you might get eaten alive.
I’ve tried to leave the bed twice, hoping to sleep on the couch instead, but each time Kellen woke up and told me to lie back down. The last time I tried to escape was hours ago; now it’s morning, and the first few rays of sunshine have made it through my window.
My alarm rings, and though I knew it was coming, I flinch at the loud noise. Reaching over quickly, I stop the sound by pushing the button. Kellen stirs next to me.
I lift my blanket and try to get out of bed, but a large hand wraps around my arm, pulling me back.
“Stay,” he orders in a sleepy voice.
“I need to take a shower and go to work,” I explain, hoping that will be enough to let me go.
“Skip the shower,” he demands, keeping his hold on my arm. He isn’t gripping me hard enough to hurt, but it’s firm enough to let me feel his strength.
I nod my head, settling back into the mattress, when he suddenly lets go of me. I don’t even have time to be relieved before he moves again. Rolling over on top of me, he cages my upper body in with his thick arms.
I can’t move an inch to my side but there is still a little bit of space between my and his chests. Desperate to keep it that way, I place my palms on his stomach and start to push him away from me. It’s like trying to move a wall.
He glances down to where I’m touching him before he locks eyes with me. There is something in his intense gaze that almost looks like disappointment.
“Don’t fight me,” Kellen suddenly says, his voice so surprisingly soft that I don’t comprehend what he is saying until he shifts his weight and wedges his knee between my thighs. My body moves on its own, my legs parting until Kellen’s big form is settled between them.
We’re both wearing clothes, but I can feel how hard he is through the layers. He rubs himself against me, making it crystal clear what he wants. Mortified, I give him a pleading look.
“Kellen, I can’t do this with you,” I say, my voice shaky and desperate.
His eyes never leave mine. “Yes, you can.”
I shake my head. “You are too big,” I argue, remembering how I struggled to take him in my mouth.
“I’ll make sure you are ready,” he shoots back at me.
I don’t even know what that means. All I know is that my heart is about to beat out of my chest with anxiety. I can’t do this. Not with him. I can’t give him that part of myself.
I close my eyes. A single tear slips from the corners and runs down my cheek. Kellen catches the tear with his lips, gently kissing my cheek. His hot breath fans over my skin when he speaks again.
“Don’t fight me,” he repeats, but this time it sounds less than a threat and more like a prayer. He says it like he really doesn’t want me to fight, which means he wants me to give in.
I swallow, but the lump in my throat stays stuck. I don’t know what to do or if I even have a choice at all. Yes, I could refuse to submit and fight him, but there is no chance I would win that fight. He is so much bigger than me; he could easily pin me down with one hand.
I feel so helpless and weak. There is just nothing I can do. He holds all the power here.
Defeated, I peel my hands away from his stomach and let my arm fall beside me. He pulls his face away from mine, a triumphant smile plays on his lips.
He shifts his weight until he is propped up on one of his elbows. His now free hand disappears between us, into my pajama shorts and panties. I gasp when his fingers slide over my pussy lips. No one has ever touched me like this, and it feels foreign to have him do it now.
I expect him to be rough and hurt me, but he surprises me with his gentle touch. He parts my lips and runs one of his fingers over my clit. I suck in a quick breath at the sensation, startled by how good this feels.
Kellen grins at my reaction, looking satisfied with himself as he continues to draw small circles over my clit.
I think I'm in shock, because it takes me a while to realize what he is doing. He is trying to make me come. I don’t know why this is so unbelievable to me. I guess I just don’t understand why. He has forced me to do stuff with him before but that was for his pleasure. This is different.
He adds more pressure and increases his speed, making it hard to think. Pleasure blooms between my legs despite the fact that I don’t want it to.
Kellen relentlessly works my clit, until I can’t hold back an orgasm any longer. With a soft moan, I come apart. My hips buck against his hand, riding the wave of pleasure until I come crashing back down to earth.
As soon as the pleasure fades, I feel guilty for letting it happen.
