Wicked Part 1

Order of Steve

On finding the place once again in silence though, all those doubts came flooding back instantly. Steve wasn't home. Again. She checked the time-it had just gone six and normally Steve would already be sitting on the couch, TV blaring. But the apartment was still. Empty. Grace swallowed down the rising lump in her throat and decided to go and lie down-she wanted to throw the duvet over her head and not think for a while. Her feet felt heavy as she trudged down the wooden hallway to their bedroom, passing chronological photographs displayed on the wall of her and Steve-young and shiny-eyed at prom, tanned and relaxed during their first foreign holiday together. Averting her gaze from the pictorial memories, Grace clicked open the bedroom door and walked into the room towards the bed. With a loud thud, the door slammed shut behind her.

Grace jumped out of her skin with fright and made to spin round so she could see what had caused it to close with such force, but as she went to turn her body she felt a hand close around her throat and hot breath against her neck. Heart thudding with fear, she tried to twist around and pull away from her attacker, but his hold on her just grew firmer and, with icy shock, she realised that she couldn't get away. She was too frozen with fright to scream. Dammit, where the hell was Steve? "I'm going to rip your clothes off and take you right now. Stop struggling," a voice growled in her ear. It was only then that Grace realised who it was holding her so tightly.

Once she'd heard the sound of his voice, she then immediately recognised the scent of his skin and the feel of his hands. "Steve," she exclaimed, relief making her relax instantly. "What the hell? I thought I was being attacked..." Grace was cut off by Steve moving his hand from her throat and upwards, over her mouth. She was more than confused and a little irritated, slapping his arm and wriggling to try to turn to face him. He held her fast. Unrelenting. "Stop talking. I told you I'm gonna take you now. Stop arguing, stop trying to get away. I will have you." If his hand hadn't been covering her lips, Grace's jaw would have dropped.

Was he...was he role-playing? She fought back the smile that threatened to break out-he knew this was one of her fantasies but she'd never in a million years thought that he would actually act it out for her. Sheer anticipation spiked between her legs and she tried to twist her body once more-testing him, making sure he was for real. She still couldn't move. He didn't let her move and with that confirmation, this was really happening, she closed her eyes and entered the fantasy. Steve moved the grip on her throat, keeping his other arm around her waist and holding her in close to him. Close enough that with her now limp fingers dangling at her side, she could feel his nakedness behind her and his hardness against her hip. Her breath quickened with the proof of his excitement and she couldn't resist trying to reach for him. Stroking the course hair on top of the hot flesh of his thighs, Grace tried to get to his manhood-greedily groping around until he pulled her into him roughly. "What do you think you're doing?" Steve's voice had a thrilling edge. Grace started to feel a sexy fissure of fear mixed in with the pounding anticipation in her heart. "You don't get to touch, you don't get to do anything," Steve commanded. He yanked on her trousers, pulling the button so hard that she stumbled against him. He could only reach down far enough to get them past her knees as he kept her body pressed tightly to his. Grace felt her clitoris hardening now that she was exposed. Not once had she seen Steve's face, she could only feel the heat of his breath brushing her earlobe and the smell of his fading aftershave.

But her overwhelming awareness was of his erection pushing into her. With her ass now bare, his cock was hot against her. Throbbing. Steve placed hands on either side of her hips and spun her so that she was facing the bed.

Keeping her ass in contact with his dick, he kicked at her ankles so that her legs would widen and pressed onto the small of her back, up under her t-shirt. When he then pushed her shoulders, he did it with so much force that she gasped, taken completely by surprise at his dominance. She fell forward, catching herself on the mattress with outstretched arms. "That's how I want you. Keep your arms straight and your ass in the air or you'll be punished," Steve ordered. Grace was now far, far too turned on to consider this dramatic change in their usually straight-forward and regular sexual activities. To her mind, Steve had vanished, replaced by some forceful, sexy intruder who wanted to ravish her. She was as still as she could possibly be, leaning on the bed, her legs bound at the ankles by her own jeans. She was frozen with anticipation and desire but not wanting to show it, not wanting to do anything wrong. The intruder returned his hands back to her hips now that he had her where he wanted her and, whilst he held on, he slipped his dick along her entrance and then pulled away again-not entering her, just running his cock along her slit and back. His hardness pressed her lips apart slightly and she knew that she was leaving a lick of her juices along the shaft as he moved it back again. On his next slide in, her pussy lips had parted enough so that the tip of his dick rubbed her clit up and down, dousing it with her own wetness transferred from along his manhood.