The Pacifist

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Rachel

Rachel's mind raced. There was one way she wanted to answer, but her threshold for boldness was running out. And yet, words evaded her. So she hid her face in the crook of his neck and took his hand to guide it between her legs. "Like that," she managed to say.

She heard his rolling growl and the next thing she knew she was on her back with his hardness pressed against her wetness. He leaned down to bite her shoulder in the same place as last time.

"Please," she begged. She needed to feel him inside of her so much it hurt. And she knew that was the exact reason behind him denying her. She reached down to rub him through his jeans and was happy to find him unbelievably hard.

He grabbed her wandering hand and pinned it down, so she reached for him with the other. He chuckled and quickly bound her wrists with the belt over her head. Rachel cried out in frustration and glared at him. Her mind bounced back and forth, its sole purpose for functioning in that moment was to figure out how to get what she wanted. What she needed.

"Fuck me! Please!" Her cheeks prickled with embarrassment but she paid no attention to the building shame and wrapped her legs around his waist.

"Such a fowl mouth on such a pretty face," he snarled. Joseph grabbed her face that felt so tiny in his large hand.

She had never felt smaller than then, towered over by his large frame and large presence. Rachel went limp then. Her body ached with pain and want and it seeped whatever fight she had managed to find within her.

She heard him grunt with satisfaction then pulled away briefly to reach into his nightstand's drawer. A sweet fog enveloped her mind and she couldn't remember the last time she had felt such sweet peace.

"You want me to fuck you, little one?"

"Yes, please." Rachel's voice cracked and she couldn't understand why she was ready to cry. Her skin burned from his touch as he held her hips before slowly entering her. Every inch of him made itself known and he stretched her to what felt like her limits. Rachel gasped and tried her best to clear away the fog so that she could look at him. There he was, so rugged and fierce and falling right along with her.

For a moment, they were still, drinking one another in, suspended in the calm. Then like an elastic, the moment snapped and he was plunging into her so deeply she saw stars. She wished her hands were free so she could grab at him. She wanted to bury her nails into his skin to mark him as well; not as hers, but as hers to be his. He somehow manage to push himself even deeper into her and the stars turned to fireworks that blinded her. It was too much. Rachel cried out but before her cries could convey pain, he would pull back and they conveyed pleasure. Her mind struggled to keep up with the back and forth between the two sensations. Before she could make sense of any of it, an orgasm caught her off guard and its own intensity hurt as well.

Her breath caught in her through and she choked. Joseph didn't stop and continued to plow into her until finally, he paused then shuddered with his own orgasm. He pulled out quickly and collapsed next to her with his eyes closed tightly.

Rachel looked at him as his chest heaved from his exertion and desperately wanted to touch him. She pulled at her restraints but he had done a good job; escaping would require skill and effort she did not have.

"Mr. Maxwell?" she whispered.

"Hmph, why won't you call me by my first name?"

"Oh... um, I don't know. It just doesn't feel right. You don't like it? I can stop..."

Joseph silenced her with a finger on her lips. "I like it," he said, his voice gruff.

Rachel smiled shyly.

Joseph sat up with a grunt and went to undo her restraints. Even when her hands were free, Rachel still held them in place, over her head. She watched Joseph as he looked over her naked form and appreciated the obvious appraisal.