His blue eyes: Fifty Shades

~15~

We just arrived at his house, who would've guessed. He got out of the car and walked to my side, kindly opening my door. I stayed buckled though. It did seen kind of childish, but he was pretty much treating me like a child.

"Get out." Niall commanded. I looked ahead out of the windshield. A pretty stubborn thing to do, actually. I heard him sigh harshly.

"If you say so." Niall leaned over me and unbuckled me. He nudged his hand under my legs and slid his left hand behind my neck. He pulled me out of the car as I struggled. But it was no help. He already slung me over his shoulder and has made way to his house. He closed the front door behind him and released me.

"Make yourself comfortable." Niall paused and winked. "If you know what I mean."

Niall walked away into the kitchen as I walked upstairs. I decided to go relax in the bed I slept in when I stayed over. Everything was the way it was when I left it. I sat at the edge of the bed and took off my shoes. I have a strong feeling that this little visit isn't going to be short.

I heard footsteps dragging against the wooden floor of the steps. I turned my head to the right to see Niall standing in the doorway. He had a beer bottle in his hand, and a smirk on his face. He walked closer until he could set down the bottle on the nightstand. He pushed me lightly so I would fall on my back. Niall leaned himself so he rested on top of me. The smell of alcohol filled my nostrils as I inhaled the scent. Please don't tell me that he is drunk.

I grimaced as I tried to turn my head away. Niall started sending kisses from my cheek to my nose. Since my head was turned he couldn't kiss me full on the lips. Using his hand, he cupped my chin and turned my head to kiss me. It was a deep, hard kiss. His tongue was exploring my mouth and it made the kiss sloppy in my opinion. It made me uncomfortable. He pulled away and his eyes were a deeper shade of blue. It wasn't entirely lust, it was of need. I could feel Niall's hands wandering all over. He started holding a grip on my waist. I started to understand what his actions were intending. I began to struggle and tried to push him away.

"No. I want you." He grunted. I began to panic. I screamed, and squealed.

"No." I refused. I started to kick my feet but even that wasn't helping. My bottoms were being unbuttoned, and I didn't want it. I wanted nothing but to leave and go home to see mom and little Dylan.

"Niall!" I yelled, maybe thinking that he would wake up from his drunken state and see what he is doing. But it just made it worse.

He has accomplished taking my pants off, and since he was kneeled down, I decided to beat him with a pillow until I was free enough to go. I ran and made it through the doorway until Demetria decided to block my way.

"What's wrong?" She asked, trying to sound as If she cared. Yes, I am still in my underwear. But I needed to get away and Demetria wasn't helping.

I tried running by her to get down the stairs but she stretched her arm to stop me.

"Where do you think you are going?" Demetria threatened, squinting her eyes with a smirk that crinkled one eye. I began to worry. Suddenly, my waist was grabbed and I was being carried back into the room.

"You don't think you are going to get away that easy, do you?" Niall asked, lightly laughing. Niall had a rope and tied my wrists together. I struggled by trying to do a upside down worm, but failed. I felt my underwear being tugged down and I closed my legs to stop it.

"Oh, Ariel. Don't you ever learn? Don't try to stop me. It's no use." Niall said, taking another rope and tying my right ankle to the corner of the bed where a chest was. He was about to tie my other ankle, but I kicked him instead. He made an oof noise.

"Niall, let go of me!" I pleaded. My voice and attempts of kicking was no used to get away. I felt Niall slide his finger by the material of my underwear. I gasped. His finger started moving against my clitoris, attempting to give me pleasure. I didn't want it, so I resisted. I felt my underwear being torn across the middle and I was on the edge of tears with fear.

"Niall." I begged, but my voice was choked up. I started to cry for help. Why is Demetria not helping me?

"Shut up!" Niall ordered, digging his fingers into the skin of my waist. He stopped his hold of me and backed away. I could barely lift my head the way I was positioned, but I still tried. From what I could see, Niall was undoing his own pants.

Niall leaned back over me so our gaze was even. I noticed his eyes changing to a lighter shade, and it gave me hope. I snuffled my cry, but my tears wouldn't stop. Niall paused and leaned his face toward mine and kissed me on the lips. But the kiss was gentle. Like his usual kiss. I felt my wrist lighten and noticed that he undone the tie as he was kissing me. My ankle had less pressure on it, and he must've untied that also.

"I want this, I want you." Niall urged. His lower part was grinding against my crotch. Note that we are both half naked. I felt a whimper escape my lips. It felt good, but I was scared and my face was still stained with the still tears.

"Niall, no." I cried. I sniffled again. Niall softened and laid beside me. He started tracing shapes on my belly. I giggled because it tickled. I didn't want to giggle, but I am ticklish. He stopped tracing shapes thankfully and leaned on his elbow.

"I am Sorry." Niall apologized. I shied away from him and covered my crotch area.

"Niall..." I whispered. I wanted to get dress but I am also embarrassed.

"Pleasure yourself for me." Niall smirked. I turned my head his way and crinkled my nose.

"Pleasure yourself for me." Niall repeated. I was embarrassed once again and could feel my face flush. Niall understood that I was clueless. Niall took my hand and sucked on two of my fingers. Slowly, my fingers were slid out of his mouth and he guided my hand to my entrance.

"You know what to do from here." Niall told me, letting to of my hand. And I did. I ignored Niall for a whole minute and started to finger my area. I calmed myself down by forcing myself to breath evenly. I felt my head get heavy as I tossed it back. I groaned and all, but Niall stopped my own pleasure.

"I'll take it from here." Niall informed me. Niall slid his fingers inside me. He was finished my job. "You're getting wet." Niall commented. He slid his fingers out and sucked on them.

"Do you think you are ready?" Niall questioned me. I didn't know if I was. I didn't want to be used. I made up my mind: I am not ready.

"No." I simply declined. Niall lowered his eyebrows as if he didn't understand.

"Why not?"

"I don't want to just have sex with you because I am here and you don't want to use your hand." I explained. "I want it to be real."

"Is this not real enough for ya?" Niall raised an eyebrow. I shrugged. I stood up and got dressed.

"I better get going." I sighed. Niall nodded and bit his bottom lip. I walked out and down the stairs.

"He let you off easy, didn't he?" A snobby voice asked. I turned around and saw Demetria standing in the hall beside the stairs.

"What?"

"He doesn't let them all off easy, you know. Like he's amazing in bed, don't you agree?" She said, twirling the ends of her blonde hair.

"I didn't have sex with him." I frowned. How many ladies have he done? I guess I shouldn't feel so different from the others. Demetria laughed loudly.

"Oh. You wouldn't understand then." She smirked. I felt intimidated, and I felt like I like I should do better. I want to be better. Maybe if I give him what he wants, he'll do the same right? I shrugged at my own thoughts. I want to know how it feels to be dominant. I turned around and saw Niall at the top of the stairs.

"Bedroom. Now." I ordered. He grinned and walked away. I was going to get through this.

It's my time to shine.