Thats fine if she wants to get it from alcohol or drugs, but not ***** with me.

I flip her over and she looks irritated. Well, that’s tough. I’m sick of being her *****. I kiss her again, tie a knot around her wrist without her noticing, then thread it through the radiator. Her wrist is pulled, her arm stretched to the far corner of the bed.

She looks at her extended hand, then at me.

What the *****? I think there is a hint of fear in her voice.

I take her other wrist in my hand, and press it down flat. She looks so pretty with her pale arms splayed, ***** forced up high, especially with the baffled perplexity of it on her open lips.

I tie her quickly. She can move her arms in either direction, but cant free them, and cant touch one hand with the other. I am sitting astride her. She couldnt leave if she wanted to.

Yes, tonight were doing this my way.

Um, Dar, this really isnt my thing, she grins.

I silently press my fingers to the hollow between her *****, then move down over her torso. Her skin is hot and silky.

Do you trust me, Shane? I move my hand down the slight curve of her waist. Her skin is so warm.

Yeah, but-

I press my fingers to her lips. Then my mouth. She wriggles and tries to control the pace, but I just kiss her slowly, as sensually as her luscious lips warrant.

You trust me, thats enough. Im sick of you rushing through it. Tonight were doing it my way.

I feel an adrenaline thrill of dominance as she slows and kisses me more the way I kiss her, slowly, sweetly, yielding to my wishes. But then she starts to go back to the way she normally does it.

No, I say, rising above her. I press my lips to her hot neck that has some warm and faint scent of hair product or soap. That spot there is so sweet. Very slowly, sensually, showing her how it can be, I kiss there, hover over the spot where her pulse thrums.

I put my hand in her messy hair, look into her eyes. Trust me, Shane. I gently kiss her forehead. You’re my best friend. I love you. I would never hurt you. I kiss her again. Im going to make you high.

Her eyes are wide and brimming with tears. I stroke her cheek as they spill over.

Im… Im not comfortable with this, Dar, please stop.

No, I say, pressing my lips to her breast, nipping and suckling. And then she cries out, and there are no more protests.

The light in the closet is on and it casts her in a dim yellowish light. She looks like a different person without makeup, a different kind of beautiful. I kiss her all over her body and she shivers, not uttering a sound. Her sweet hips, her pretty legs, they are heaven. I press my face to her like she is holy ground, and kiss her ankle, her calf, her knee.

She is wet. I know she likes it. But she is watching me and there is worry there.

Trust me, I whisper, and kiss her lips.

I make it last forever. I taste every part of her Ive always wanted to taste, tell her shes beautiful and that Ill never hurt her. Finally I feast on her, and make her come so hard she cries out, which she has never done before.

Then, she lies there, eyes closed, shivering. I lie beside her, soothing her with my hands, whispering to her how sweet she looks.

She opens her eyes. They are full of tears and crazy inside, and then I realize Ive made a huge mistake.