Grace

Chapter 10 - Think of England

Wade brushed Grace's hair away from her ear and his hand lingered at the nape of her neck as he leaned in to whisper "Be a good girl and do exactly what I say."

Grace's heart was beating so hard and fast that she could hear it in her ears, she could feel her chest heaving as her respiration increased in speed, though she was trying to consciously slow her breaths and remain as calm as she could. She didn't want him to enjoy the challenge of putting her in her place – as he had put it. She had decided to be as compliant as she could. She couldn't get away, she might as well make it as painless as possible – maybe if she just got it over with he would leave. She just needed him to leave.

He moved his hand from the nape of her neck to her shoulder and put downward pressure on it as he told her to get on the ground.

She allowed her knees to bend, though she let out an involuntary sob. Fuck, she didn't mean to let him see or hear any emotion from her. He smiled and pat her head as he came down in front of her. "Don't worry, Babe, if you do what you're told – I'll be gentle."

He nudged her shoulder to indicate she should lay back on the rug. She did as he wanted her to with the thought that she now despised this rug. He pulled roughly at her jeans to open them – popping the button off and ripping the zipper apart instead of simply unzipping it. Just because he could, Grace supposed.

He pulled her legs apart and got between them, leaning forward and putting pressure on her as he took hold of her jaw and pulled her in for a kiss. Her arms went defensively between them again and she turned her face to avoid his kiss. She knew she was supposed to be compliant, but the thought of his mouth on her made the bile rise in her throat.

She just couldn't do it.

For that, she earned herself the back of his hand across her face. In fact, Wade told her this aloud as his hand made contact with her jaw.

She yelped and instinctively put her own hand to her face, cradling where she knew a bruise was starting to develop. Her eyes stung with tears as she whispered "Please... Wade... Please don't make me do this..."

He didn't respond as he went back to yanking her jeans off of her legs. Grace started to sit up, but he pushed her back down by grabbing her shirt and making a fist in the middle of her chest – then kept it there putting pressure on her sternum. He continued pulling at her jeans with his free hand. She put her hands around his forearm, she could feel his muscles tensed and knew she didn't have the strength to get him to release her. Nevertheless she needed to try to relieve some of the pressure on her chest – she was struggling to breathe otherwise.

He didn't release her shirt until he was done relieving her of her pants and pulling her underwear down around her ankles – ripping them in the process.

He got himself back in between her legs, moving his hand from her chest to pull one of her arms out of it's defense position. He pushed it above her head and held it to the ground as he undid his jeans with the other.

Once he had done that, he grabbed her between the legs roughly before penetrating her and pushing her other arm down beside her so he could press his chest against her – further controlling her movement.

She gasped as he entered her. She was not nearly aroused enough for it not to hurt. She told herself she should have tried to think of something to get herself at least slightly in the mood. No... there's no way she could have done that under the circumstances.

He continued to grind against her, causing her pain at every thrust. She turned her head to focus on the lamp across the room. What is the saying? 'Close your eyes and think of England?'

Maybe if she let her mind wander, maybe if she focused on something other than what was happening to her ... Maybe... Maybe she could ignore the pain.