All I can do now is hope and pray that whatever happens next won't embarass me. I feel I already have embarassed myself, though. I have just spilled my heart out to the one person who would least expect it, Raphael. A single moment now seems like an eternity, waiting for some sort of response. Will he abandon me? Will he feel the same? Will things between us ever be normal, or will they have been drastically changed for the worse?
"I know," is all he says. So that should eliminate the possibility of him abandoning me. He would have done that already if he's always known, right?
I sit back down on my bed, with my back to the wall behind it. I look away from him, shocked that he already knows but still nervous as to whether or not his feelings will be returned.
"Amy, let me tell you something," he starts, sitting next to me. "I have always felt that way for you. You should know that by now." He brushes a fingertip against my nose as if I am still a child, and smiles. I can't help but return the smile. Next thing I know, I'm pinned against the wall behind me with his face just inches from mine. My head is thrown back at the lack of space available now, and Raphael begins to close in on me. He's so close to me, I can't help but think about what it would be like to kiss him for the first time. Or better yet, for him to kiss me. I decide the latter would be more enjoyable, and I do nothing, expecting something. Little do I realize my hands have already moved to his stomach, gently tugging on his shirt out of nervousness. He breaks the nervousness with a kiss on my lips, although I'm still not sure what to do next.
"Amy, don't be nervous, it's just me," he says, brushing my cheek gently with his thumb, as if reading my mind. "Just lay back."
Unwilling to not please him, I obey and begin to slide down underneath him, but he pulls the rest of me. Who would have thought, my Raphael would be so aggressive underneath his sweet and soft persona? I guess the signs were there, as he did murder Marienbard and Jacqueline without hesitation, but never had he shown that side of himself directly to me. He was always different around me...
"Don't worry Amy, I'll take good care of you. Just relax," he says before pressing his whole body against mine and kissing me softly from my lips to my neck. His fingers stroke my hair and hold my waist, nearly tickling me but with just enough pressure to not make me laugh. For minutes that's all he does. Kiss me and touch me so gently.
"Don't be afraid to get a little rough with me. I'm into that," I admit, although in all honesty I've never been in any situation like this. All I've wanted though, for the longest time, is for Raphael to have his way with me. I want to be completely helpless and under his control.
"If that's what you want," he replies before giving my right pigtail a rather tough pull. My head cocks to the right under Raphael's control and he blankly stares at me. I try hard not to smile, to not show him how excited he makes me. Suddenly, my top is yanked down, exposing my breasts to him.
"Just say 'rose' if you want me to stop," he whispers in my ear before squeezing my breasts, pinning me down with his arms. He takes a nearby piece of black cloth - I'm not sure what exactly it is or how it ended up in my room, but I don't care - and he grabs me by the wrists, tying them to my bedpost with it. Now I truly lie helpless as Raphael touches me everywhere. Although I want this, I play along as if I really am a helpless victim of his. His face nears mine and I turn away as if rejecting him, but he sees right through me. I will not say rose.
"That's right. Squirm," I hear him say as I fight back every touch, every graze, every kiss. I fight back with all my strength but he overpowers me and slides between my legs. I am wearing a dark blue skirt. All he has to do is look down and see that his only barrier to my body is a pair of panties. Why couldn't I have made this easier and not worn anything underneath?
His lips travel up the insides of my thighs. As my legs jerk he holds them down, wrapping his entire arms around each thigh and biting me to get me to stay still. As he sucks on my left thigh, his hand travels far up my right thigh, close to my pantyline, where he strokes his way underneath. I force my legs shut, but it does no good since I am powerless to move his head out of the way.
"Get your hands off of me!" I yell at him.
"All you have to do is say 'rose' ," he reminds me. I know, it wouldn't be as fun if I couldn't really act the part of a victim.
"I won't say it," I reply with a tone of anger in my voice, just to keep up with our game.
"Good," he says, pushing my legs apart and sliding his fingers through the top and out the sides of my panties. The closer he gets, the more excited I get, and the more I squirm and the louder I shout.
"No!" I whine as he fights my squirming to pull them off. They now lie on the floor, where I cannot reach them. He quickly covers my mouth, grabbing my cheeks tightly and painfully as he tells me to shut up. Through his hand I scream, although muffled, and he presses harder until the back of my head sinks into the mattress beneath me and I can not move my head. I do the only thing possible and bite his hand. He pulls back and slaps me on the cheek. I am taken by surprise, and it stings, yet I've never felt so much adrenaline coursing through my whole body at once. My insides are throbbing, I feel wet, and the game is getting difficult to play since it's getting more difficult to fight what I want.
His fingers quickly enter me, shoving deeper into me. His arm moves so quickly I question how it's physically possible. I scream louder and louder as I feel a sensation that I've never felt before. His fingers take over my entire body, forcing me to be silent when I can't even breathe. I can no longer fight back.
"What's wrong?" he teases. "Can't move?" he asks, going deeper inside than ever before. I let out a choked moan and he pulls his fingers out of me, flipping me over. The cloth around my wrists are starting to rub me the wrong way and burn my wrists, but it doesn't matter to me.
He spanks me so hard it starts to burn and I surely must be red. Now I am able to move and I jerk around so he can't touch me, until I realize he isn't even touching me anymore. I hear what sounds like taking his clothes off. I turn my head to see his pants to his knees, exposing a hard and thick ten-inch cock. My eyes nearly bulge out of my head in surprise. Can that even fit inside me? Now my heart races but out of fear. I want to turn back but I won't. I will not say rose.
I bury my face deep into the mattress as I feel the bed shift when Raphael sits behind me. His fingers run along my legs and he forcefully grabs my hips. This time, I really fight to keep my legs closed.
"Stop it!" I shout as he forces my legs open once again. His dick rubs against me and I start to panic, but still excited. I don't know how I should feel but I decide to just lay back and take it. I close my eyes tightly as he penetrates me from behind. It hurts at first, but he starts thrusting faster and it begins to feel better. I open my eyes and Raphael is no longer behind me. My heart still races although I know it's over. I find my own fingers inside me as I lie on my stomach with my face hanging off the side of the mattress. I pull my fingers out of me, soaking wet. I get out of bed and decide to get ready for the day.