JULI'S POV:
My eyes open and I am greeted by empty sheets but I hear someone in the shower, probably Tristan.
I slip out of bed and walk over to the door. I try to open it but it was locked, sighing I turn around when I collide into something.
I stumble backwards but grab onto the thing I ran into. It turns out the 'thing' was Tristan and he's smirking. He is only wearing a towel hung low over abdomen, revealing his v-line. I swallow the lump in my throat and step back.
He chuckles and says "what don't you like what you see? It's all yours." I smile sarcastically and try to walk around him but he wraps one of his muscular arms around me holding me into his chest. "I hate sarcasm" I just reply "but I love sarcasm"
I think I angered him as he grabs my hips very tightly spinning me around so my face is now pressed into his chest. I scrunch up my face and turn my head away. He laughs at my reaction.
Now I'm annoyed so knee him in the balls, he doubles over in pain making me snigger.
He looks up and I see a new level of anger. My eyes widen and I bolt for the door, I pull on the handle but it still doesn't budge.
I slowly turn around and I see Tristan breathing very heavily, looking me straight in the eye. I push myself into the door as much as I can. Suddenly Tristan is pinning me to the bed still seething.
"I'm sorry, please I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, please" he shakes his head and ties my left hand to the end of the bed. I pull on the bound trying to free myself but it's no use.
He laughs at my feeble attempts and climbs on top of me. I stiffen and look into his eyes.
He looks back and I try my best not to squirm I don't want to turn him on again. He sits on my thighs watching me for a bit before he gets a idea.
He smirks as he begins to speak "as you know your going to be punished. I don't want to take your virginity yet as I am saving that for something, instead you are going to do something for me, okay"
I look at him confused and say "depends on what it is" his smirk widens and replies "you are going to apologise"
I smile that seems easy enough. "I'm sorry Tristan" but he shakes his head and grabs my hand. "Not like that" he pulls my hand to his crotch "like this" and places my hand onto his crotch.
Dirty scene:
He moves my hand so I am rubbing his area.
I squeak and try to pull my hand away however he keeps a firm grip on my wrist "it's either this or me hitting you again."
I look away and say "this" I don't him to hit me. He pulls my hand back there and answers "good, I prefer this one! Now I want you to do it without me."
Nodding very slightly, I timidly put my hand on his penis, shuddering in disgust.
I squeeze slightly, he closes his eyes as I rub my hand into him a bit. I pull away but he catches my hand and pulls me back, guiding my hand on what to do.
His friend grows making me try to pull away again, "aww does innocent little Juli not like my little friend? Well to bad you hit me, now you have to pay" I close my eyes to stop the tears from falling.
He groans and gets up, I move away and think he has finished but how wrong I am.
He takes of his trousers and boxers exposing everything! I clamp my eyes shut and cover them with my free hand.
He laughs and reminds me "you just touched me with that hand" I squeal and wipe my face on my shoulder and my hand on the duvet.
He sniggers and spins my around so we are in the position we were in earlier but this time his 'little friend' is here too.
I push myself away with my now clean hand, of course I get nowhere. He tells me "open your eyes, there's no need to be shy because he really likes you." I shake my head no.
I hear a click and slowly open one eye and am greeted by his gun again. I hurriedly open my eyes satisfying him. He puts the gun away again and grabs my hand.
I struggle against his grip but he is to strong so I end up with my hand clasped over his bare erection.
I look to side trying not to move. Of course he instead makes my hand pump up and down his dick.
I let a tear slip and then a lot more follow in its path. He stop when he sees me so upset.
He gets of me and heads to the shower...
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