The unexpected lust story

Possessive

On Tuesdays, Bradley and I both had a break from classes. I texted him to let him know I wouldn't be around in the evening, then set my phone aside to dive into video games with Bobby and PJ. PJ forgave me quickly, but Bobby was still warming up to me. I put in my best effort to mend things with him.
      Around lunchtime, we decided to go out to eat. As I checked my phone, I was bombarded by a slew of texts and missed calls from Bradley. The messages started with desperate pleas for a response, then escalated into threats against me, and finally spiraled into ominous threats against himself.
     My face must have betrayed my disturbance, because PJ asked, "Hey dude, you alright?"
      "I-I um, yeah," I stammered, "I just remembered I need to talk with one of my professors today." I stood up abruptly, my heart racing.
      Bobby narrowed his eyes, suspicion flickering across his face. Though he didn't seem surprised, he played along. "Oh, which professor?" he asked, his gaze piercing me with a wave of guilt.
      "My math professor," I said, fumbling to gather my things. "You know how it is, math is hard." "Oh yeah, math is a bitch," he replied, his voice dripping with disappointment.
     "I'll see you guys around," I said, my voice trailing off. "4:00," PJ replied, his tone concerned.
     "Alright, I'll see you guys later," I repeated, leaving them at the restaurant. My mind raced as I headed to Bradley's school apartment.
      When I arrived, I used the spare key hidden under the rug and pushed the door open. The scene inside was chaos. Bradley lay on the couch, still in his robes from that morning. The living room was a wreck—items were scattered everywhere, and shards of glass littered the floor, glittering menacingly in the dim light.
     "Bradley," I called out softly. He glanced at me briefly before turning away, heading towards his room.
       "Bradley, please," I pleaded, my voice breaking. I hurried after him, reaching out to grab his arm. "Please, talk to me."
     He spun around, fury blazing in his eyes. "Why didn't you respond to me?" he shouted.
    "My phone was on silent. I'm so sorry," I said, my voice trembling with guilt and desperation.
      He grabbed my wrist and squeezed hard, pain shooting through my arm. "When I fucking call or text you, you answer me!" he shouted, his voice a thunderclap of rage. I nodded, fear gripping me.
    "What's this about you going out with your friends tonight? You're supposed to be with me, aren't you?" His eyes bore into mine, demanding an answer.
   "W-we'll yes, b-but—" I stammered, trying to find words that might calm him.
   "But what?" he roared, slamming me against the wall and pinning me there.
   "Bradley, please, you're scaring me," I whispered, my voice shaking. Yet, amidst the fear, a dark thrill coursed through me, an undeniable attraction to his raw intensity.
    He let go of me and shoved me to my knees. "You're going to make it up to me right now. You're going to make up for making me worry," he demanded, opening his robe to reveal his naked body. I bit my lip, the fear mingling with a surge of desire.
     He began to stroke himself, his eyes fixed on my submissive form. "But Bradley, I—" I started, but he cut me off with a sharp slap, grabbing my hair and sending a shiver of reluctant pleasure through me.
   "You're going to do as I say," he commanded, his voice low and dangerous, making me blush. I looked up at him, my eyes narrowed with a mix of fear and lust, caught in the intensity of the moment.
     I nodded and parted my lips, but before I could move, he grabbed my head and thrust himself down my throat. "I don't even know why you want to go out so much," he yelled, his anger palpable. "Why? So you can cheat? Is that what you want, to cheat?"
     The force of his words and actions left me feeling conflicted. I knew this was wrong, toxic even, but the intensity of his dominance, the way he controlled me, made me feel like his own personal plaything.
      Despite the chaos, or perhaps because of it, a dark thrill coursed through me, heightening my arousal. This raw, primal encounter ignited something deep within me, a forbidden desire I couldn't deny.
    I attempted to protest, to deny his accusations, but his member silenced my voice. "What was that, you little bitch?" he bellowed, driving deeper into my throat.
      Each muffled "no" only seemed to fuel his aggression, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. Despite myself, I felt my own arousal building, my body betraying my conflicted emotions.
     "If you want to go out so much," he growled, increasing his pace once again, "I'll have two of my friends follow you to make sure you don't cheat on me." I tried to nod in agreement, but his grip held me in place, rendering me powerless.
     As he intensified his thrusts, I felt his climax approaching, his urgency driving him to the edge. With a final surge of intensity, he released himself into my mouth, "Drink it all. I don't want to see a drop on the floor," he commanded. I complied eagerly, savoring the taste of his essence as I licked my lips, a forbidden satisfaction washing over me.
     "I just need to go out with my friends tonight," I insisted.
   "Why do you need to?" he questioned, his tone possessive.
    Standing up and closing the distance between us, I looked into his eyes. "Because I haven't been spending time with them. I've been mainly with you," I explained. "Speaking of which, I have to go and meet them back at the skatepark."
    As I attempted to leave, he pulled me back in. "One more round, please," he pleaded.
   "Bradley," I warned, but he didn't relent. He tipped me over, holding me close, his eyes locking onto mine. "Please, Maxie," he whispered, his charm disarming.
    Damn him, the handsome devil. My resolve weakened. "Fine, but make it quick," I relented as he tossed me onto his bed.
    He climbed on top of me, our lips meeting in a passionate kiss. His tongue explored my mouth, igniting a fire within me as we surrendered to the intensity of our desire.
    I began to move my hips against him, feeling his response as he grinded back. Pulling him closer, I eagerly allowed him to unbuckle my pants, tossing them aside without hesitation. His hands roamed over my body, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through me as he teased my member. I couldn't help but moan into our kiss, lost in the sensation of his touch.
   Breaking away from our passionate embrace, he reached for the lube on the nightstand, his member throbbing with anticipation. As he coated himself, I watched with growing desire, eager for what was to come. Aligning himself with me, he entered slowly, a gesture of tenderness I hadn't expected after his earlier forcefulness.
  As he began to move, his pace quickening, I surrendered to the ecstasy of our union. His kisses and nibbles on my neck sent waves of pleasure rippling through me, heightening the intensity of our shared passion. In that moment, we were lost to each other, consumed by the fiery desire that bound us together.
     As I pulled him closer, my whimpers and moans echoed in the room. He increased his speed, his movements growing rougher, and I couldn't help but surrender to the overwhelming pleasure. His grip tightened on my hair, eliciting more moans from deep within me. "Oh, Bradley," I gasped, lost in the intensity of our connection.
     The sound of our skin slapping together mingled with our moans, filling the room with a symphony of passion. Bradley's touch left marks across my neck and collarbone, each sensation igniting a new wave of desire within me. "Bradley," I whimpered, "please, no more marks."
     But he didn't relent, biting down on a spot that would surely be visible. "I need to make sure that when you go out tonight, everyone knows you're taken," he explained, his possessiveness both thrilling and intoxicating.
    I chuckled softly, attempting to lighten the mood. "Oh, so we're dating now?" I teased, a playful grin dancing on my lips as our bodies moved in perfect harmony.
    As he increased his speed, hitting that sweet spot that had me moaning uncontrollably, I felt like a creature consumed by desire. "You know what I mean," he growled, sinking his teeth into more visible places, marking me as his own. "No one can have you like this, understand?" His possessiveness sent shivers down my spine.
     Arching my back, I pulled him closer, feeling the raw intensity between us. "I'm the only one who can make you feel like this," he declared, his voice dripping with dominance. "Got it?" he demanded, thrusting deeply into me.
   "Mhm, yes," I moaned in response, lost in the pleasure of his touch. As he increased his speed, his words filled the room, a potent mix of desire and possessiveness. "If I ever catch you cheating on me," he vowed, thrusting harder and faster, "I'll make you remember how good I feel."
     With each powerful thrust, he took me to new heights of ecstasy, until finally, he climaxed inside me, his warm essence flooding my senses, marking me as his in every way imaginable.
     Collapsing in exhaustion, he lay on top of me, our bodies still buzzing with the remnants of our shared passion. The sensation was overwhelming, leaving me breathless and wanting more. Tenderly, I kissed him, feeling his response as he returned the gesture. Holding him close, I savored the intimacy between us.
   Glancing at the clock on his bedside table, I saw it was 3:50. Reality crashed back in, and I pushed him off gently, hastily pulling up my underwear, his seed still warm inside me. But there was no time to dwell on it.
    "Where are you going?" he asked, his voice tinged with reluctance. "I have to go meet up with my friends," I replied, urgency creeping into my tone.
    "Do you have to?" he whined, reaching out for me. I pulled up my pants, determination in my movements. "Yes, I have to."
       "Well, then what am I supposed to do? I'm still horny," he protested.
       Bouncing to put my shoes on, I shot back, "You have a hand, Bradley. Use it." With that, I darted out the door, dropping my skateboard and racing towards the skate park. Hopefully, I wasn't too late.