Tyla's POV
"Hey, wassup, hello." I hear Trap Queen blasting through the house. I fiddle with my fingers nervously as I see people bumping through the open door.
"You goin' or nah?" Brandon smirks at me. "Don't try to back out now."
I just suck my teeth at him and get out of his red Mercedes. I walk inside and see a bunch of couples grinding up on each other. Oh, I get it. Brandon bought me here to be his little dancer. He's sadly mistaken.
I nod my head to the music as somebody came up to me. I look up to see a gorgeous boy smiling down at me. He had on a purple strapback with a grey sweatshirt and black jeans. He had on purple Air Jordan 6's. I smiled back.
"Hey," he said, "my name's Cameron."
"Hi," I say shyly, "my name's Tyla. Nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too. I bought you a drink because I saw how pretty you were and I was wondering if you wanted to talk to me and I thought like we could hang out and text and laugh and talk together and eat together and stuff like that and-"
Awwww! He's nervous. The poor baby.
"It's ok," I say giggling while he hands me the cup, "thank you."
He just nods while I sip on the "punch" he gave me.
"Wanna dance?"
"Sure." I say smiling.
"No she doesn't," I hear a familiar husky voice say behind me. I scoff.
"Yes I do. Let's go Cameron." I grab Cameron's hand, pulling him towards the dance floor, but I didn't get far before I felt a pair of hands grabbing my waist pulling me back.
"Tyla. It's fine. Just gimme your number and we can hang out sometime?" I hear Cam ask.
"Fine," I grumble. I save my number in his phone and he walked off. "What the fuck? What the actual fuck Brandon! Why cant you just leave me alone for once." I say pushing him away and walking to the bar.
I take shots, back to back to back. About 10 minutes later, everything starts to get fuzzy. I grab a random nigga and bring him to the dance floor, instantly grinding and twerking on him. I roll my hips side to side to Body Party.
All of a sudden I'm grinding against air and look back to see what happened. I see Brandon standing over the fairly attractive, if I do say so myself, dude with his fist balled up. I start laughing really hard for no reason, making Brandon glare at me and stride towards me. Uh-oh. I start speed walking away from him, but, of course, he grabs me in no time and starts whispering in my ear.
"What the fuck was you doin' with ole' boy?"
"Nothing. I was just dancing damn." I say with a shiver as he bites my ear.
"I think you should be punished," he says in my ear. I know, I'm suppose to be turned on by this, but a sudden spark of panic ignites in me.
"No, no, no. I'm sorry." I say while trying to push him away. He grabs my ass, bringing me closer to him.
"Ah, ah, ah. You're comin' with me." He drags me upstairs while I struggle against him. "All you're doing is grinding on my dick, babe." I gasp, blushing while I stop struggling. He brings me in a room and lays me on the bed.
"Wait! I'm a virgin!" I say, a few tears threatening to come from my eyes, but I push them back down. His eyes widen and he walks over to me.
*** Sexual Content (If you don't want to read this part, just skip it until this scene is over. It's really not that bad, but I know I have some PG-13 only readers... 😂) ***
"Forreal Ma? How the fuck... I bet you're so tight and wet... and clean. Damn. So untouched and pure," he bites his lip and trails his fingers down my body, making me shiver and heat start to spread from my stomach to... down there. He licks his lips and starts to kiss my neck while rubbing me through my thong.
"Stop Brandon," I whimper.
"Why Ma? You're so wet already." He says against my neck, rubbing harder against me, making me moan and arch my back.
"Brandon, please stop." I moan out. I grab his shoulders and try to push him off.
"You wanna dance wit' other niggas?" He starts rubbing harder and faster, making me moan louder and my eyes screw shut.
"Yes Brandon." I scream out.
He stops moving, making my eyes widen and a small whine sound to escape from my lips before I could stop it. He smirks and gets up, taking off his belt. I move back until I hit the wall, closing my legs tight.
"Wait. No, no, no. I don't want to lose my virginity yet. Please stop."
"Get on all fours."
I just ignore him.
"Get on all fucking fours Tyla, or ima have to make you." He says with a little more authority.
I sigh and follow his directions.
"Now Tyla, what do you think about that nigga Cameron?"
"Uhhh... He's finneeeeee as fuck." I say before my mind can filter my words. Hey! You can't blame me. I still have alcohol in my system.
All of a sudden, I feel a sudden whiplash of pain against my ass, making me arch my back and cry out. What the fuck? Is he whipping me?
"Lemme ask you again. What do you think about that nigga Cameron?"
I say the same thing, just being stubborn to be stubborn. I feel the same pain in the the same spot. Ouch. That's going to leave a mark.
"What do you think about that nigga Cameron, Tyla?"
"Nothing."
"Mhm, what do you think about that nigga you was dancing with?"
"Oh my God. That nigga can dance. And I can tell he had a big dick because when I was grinding on him he was rock hard against me. Lord." I look back to him with a smug look on my face. He's, literally, shaking. He looks back at me with pure rage as he whips me with the belt looped in his hand. The pain is 10 times harder now. I scream out in pain as I clench the sheets.
"I'm sorry! I was kidding." I say as tears build up in my eyes. He continues to whip me, making me jump and scream.
"Don't." Whip. "Fuckin'." Whip. "Dance." Whip. "Wit'." Whip. "Other." Whip. "Niggas." Whip.
"Okay, please stop." By now I'm sobbing and my booty is aching. Finally, he stops. I plop down on my stomach, wiping my tears away. "Get out." I croak out, my voice cracking. He just stares at me. "Get the fuck out." I scream at him. He just shakes his head and walks out.
I cry my eyes out. Why the fuck would he whip me? He's not my fucking father. I just shake my head and look at myself in the mirror. Surprisingly, my eyes aren't that puffy, just red. My lip stick is still there, just smeared a little. I clean myself up and walk back out.
Brandon fucking thought he was going to fuck up my fun. Sike.
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Alright so... Y'all need to know that im not going to warn you every time there are sex scenes. If you don't like it, then stop reading, or just grow up. This scene was just a mild because I didn't want to rush things. So be prepared for more detailed, intense things. Okay? Okay.
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