He watched her leave the high school. He'd lost track of how many times he'd actually done this. He had met Emma Nelson when she was only what, 13? She was a mouthy thing too. He didn't see what his little brother, Sean, saw in her until she spoke up and Tracker was hooked. He gave her a good lecture back that day too. She probably wasn't use to guys speaking back to her when she tried to shove her opinions down your throat (Tracker would love to shove something of his down hers).

Then he waited, waited for her to grow up and god dammit did she ever. He had moved to Alberta by the time he curiously saw she had been added to his brother facebook. He clicked her profile, and that's when she had him wrapped around her finger and didn't even know it. It was the same year he heard the shooting had went down, she had really blossomed and her profile picture proved it. So did his hand when he couldn't help but sneak it into his pants as he went through her pictures. Even just on the computer she held herself up so high, yet so naively. There was tons of pictures with her and those dorks, and some brunette girl who was pretty hot too but nothing like Emma.

Emma captured him.

He had to move back for her and he knew it. He tried to fight it, tried to ignore it, but his feet and erection always went back to that computer desk and facebook of hers. When he had found out she had some new 'Peter' boyfriend, that's when he made up his mind. He was going back to the city of Degrassi.

Now, he was back and she was ready. He could tell. She was now taller, hour glass shaped, with full sized breasts and a smile and giggle that could wipe out a whole city. She was always wearing white, like she was some angel or virgin Mary and he hoped to God she was one.

Jesus, the nerdy boys that usually tailed around with her (Jt and Toby), didn't seem to make sense anymore..she was better than those losers. Those boys.

Sean was in Wasaga now. Tracker never understood how the hell he gave this one up but his brother had always been a slight wack job to him. Plus, Emma needed more than someone like him. Tracker knew she did. She needed a man. She was perfect, and exactly what he wanted. At just seventeen years old, she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.

Her hair was longer, blonder, and smoother than he remembered it. Her eyes were Hazel pools that called to him. So beautiful. So innocent. He wanted to look into them when he filled her for the first time.
Ofcourse he had plans to fuck her, he was a 30 year old man who had needs. Women his age didn't have that look in their eyes Emma had. The doe eyes. Nor did they have that Emma Nelson pout or head that held so high. It wouldn't be about just sex though, I intended to keep her.. forever.

She was going to be his.. even if she didn't want it at first, he'd make her see it was meant to be. That she needed a man who knew what he was doing.

Tracker was in his usual fitted black leather coat and dark blue jeans with a fitted white v neck. He was tall, and lean. He had a scruffy short boxed beard, with dark dirty blonde hair that curled slightly and was short. He always ran his fingers through it.

..He was always careful. Sticking to a reasonable distance so that no one would suspect. He knew he should wait until she was 18 but now that he saw her in the flesh..he couldn't help it anymore. He would park halfway down the block, and wait for her to pass his old, beat up Dodge Challenger.

Once she would near his vehicle, her hips swaying softly as she walked, he'd slink down low into his seat while the palm of his hand would cover and rub his aching shaft through his jeans.

Each time he was tempted to pull her into the car through the passenger side doorway. He wanted to pull out his cock, and have his way with her. Only he never did, he held himself back. He didn't know why he wanted this girl so much, other than her beauty, he just did.. he could have a million other woman but he wanted this girl.

Today was the day. He knew that today was the day because it was Wednesday, and that was the day that she babysat her brother.

It also meant that once she was far from the safety of school, she would turn down the alleyway on third street instead of continuing up the block towards home. That's when he would make his move.

There was a large department store on third street. There were no residential homes. No people. Just the back vacant lot that no one ever frequented unless the garbage was being taken out, or deliveries made. At four o'clock in the afternoon, it was rare that there would be either. He licked his bottom lip in anticipation and scratched his bearded chin.

Come on..

When he finally spotted her making her way up the block, his heart lurched within his chest in excitement. She was wearing a white, low cut top. A pair of blue jeans and a blue hooded sweatshirt that was unzipped in the front. He couldn't wait to take it all off of her.

As she neared his car, he slid lower, and watched with his eyes focused between her legs as she slowly traipsed by.
Once she was no longer in his line of vision, he lifted his dark head until he could make out her retreating figure in his rear view mirror. Starting up the car, he pulled out of his parking space, and rounded the block.

He drove until he reached the place that he had picked out, and pulled his Dodge into the alleyway. The spot that he had chosen made his car practically invisible unless you were walking directly past it, and with nervous energy filling his medium frame he turned off the engine. It wouldn't be long now.

Roughly ten minutes drifted by while he waited. Adrenaline surged through his veins as the moment neared. His body felt like it was singing. Heat poured off of his limbs, and he continuously ran a hand through his hair. Nervous habit, maybe.

When he distinctly heard the shuffling of feet approaching, he carefully opened the passenger side door, and waited quietly with the piece of paper in his hand.

Her long legs finally came into view, and it made him smile. He couldn't help himself. It felt like he had waited forever, and now the moment was at hand. As she began to walk past his car, she still hadn't noticed that he was sitting there. So, he cleared his throat which made her head turn.

"Excuse me," he called out. "I hate to bother you, but I think I'm a little lost." Dropping his gaze, he feigned confusion.

When he spoke, she paused, and she took a hesitant step towards the Dodge before her eyesbrows lifted, "Tracker?"

He looked up, shocked, and heart pounding happily. She remembered him

She smiled so sweetly, "Sean's brother." She pointed to herself, "Emma. Remember?" her eyes hoped he did and my god did he

He pretended he was clueless for a second, making her swallow a little and then grinned. "Emma Nelson."

She smiled back and he went rock hard.

Glancing back down at the paper, he laughed ruefully. "I have absolutely no idea where I am. It's been a while since I've been back.. Would you happen to know where I could find eighth in Parker?"

Nodding, she took a few steps closer until she was standing just a few feet from him. She trusted him so easily. See? Nieve. Even if so smart. He inhaled the vanilla scent off of her.

"It's not far from here," she replied, cornering her eyes at him and felt him looking at her. She cleared her throat and focused on the map. "You just want to make a right when you leave here, then a left, and go up about five blocks."

Bobbing his head in acceptance, he looked down at his fake map once more.

"It's a job offer interview. I might be moving back. I have to be there by four thirty, and I don't want to get in any trouble by being late."

Seeing nothing wrong with the request she nodded, but then she tilted her head ever so cutely but it made him squint his eyes at her.

He knew what she was thinking. Was he and Sean back? Now he wanted to REALLY have his way with her, make her know it's only HIM she needs to think about, no body else especially not his brother.

"You want a ride home?" he asked. This may be simpler than he thought

She opened her mouth, and blushed a bit. She probably didn't want to be rude, probably thought that there was no reason not to trust her ex's big brother. He was 'good' to her before.

"Sure."

When they got in, and the doors slammed shut, Tracker locked them. She seemed to be tense, but he started the car casually. It wasn't until he was going the wrong way that she got very tense and turned her head.

"Oh um, I live up that way." she pointed the other direction.

He kept his eyes hard on the road, "I know."

Emma swallowed now, but she couldn't think of herself in danger. This was tracker.

"Young girls like you shouldn't flaunt their bodies so much you know," he glanced quickly over at her, "You could drive a man crazy, confuse them. Make you think you're an actual woman."

"Tracker, please pull over." Emma now wasn't so sure trusting him was the right way to go.

"You're just a girl though right, Emma?"

She tried to open the door as he was still driving, and went to unlock it. The lock pull was broken. Her eyes widened and she looked back at him, trying to stay calm. "Tracker," she smiled nervously, "This isn't where you kill me, right?"

"God no," he laughed and she seemed to relax a little, "I am going to teach you a lesson for being a tease though."

"W-what?"

"A tease." he repeated, eyeing her body down. "If you're gonna tease me, you're going to get what you deserve."

"What do I deserve?." Emma said, eyes looking panicked now, her hands on her lap and tightening her legs together as she went stiff.

"Come on, Emma." he sent her a knowing glance, "You tease all the guys. You pretend to be this innocent prude girl when it fact you're this young seductive tease and you want to be fucked into oblivion and I could do that for you. I mean, does Jay Hogart ring a bell?"

Emma was so confused on how he knew that, or why he was saying these things or acting jealous. "Tracker you're scaring me," her voice cracked a bit, "Please just stop the car."

"Did you enjoy it? I mean I can't see Jay Hogart knowing a fucking thing of how to treat a girl right or make her come the way I could but I get it, you had nobody else around." his hand slowly went to her thigh, gripping it only comfortingly and not sexually.

Emma was even too scared to slap it off, her breathing unsteady.

"Wouldn't you rather a real man though? Someone who knows how to make you tremble with just one hand."

Emma whimpered, feeling his hand now slip between her pants to her heatness. She tried to grab his wrist away but he was so strong, "STOP!" she leaned back, clenching the car cushions and his hand rubbed right up and down her heat and she couldn't believe she let out a moan and her eyes looked at him in horror.

He grinned devilishly while still driving, and still rubbing her with his other hand. "That's it, Emma."

Her chest rose and fell as she looked pinned against his seat by some ghost or something, and tightened his hand between her thighs which only made him rub harder and deeper. "Tracker!" she shut her eyes tight. SHe couldn't believe this, her body was actually reacting to it, and she clenched her teeth, trying not to cry

"When you cry my name out like that, baby, it only makes me want you more."

She bit her lip. What'd more mean, exactly?

"Are you crazy?" she breathed in panic. "Stop this car, and let me out!" Her fingers reached for the door handle to pull again, but nothing happened. The door wouldn't open and he rolled his eyes at her. "Where are you taking me?" she asked fearfully.

His lack of response scared her twice as much.

"Please," she whispered. "Please let me go. I won't tell anyone, I won't tell Sean."

It was like she wasn't even there. Continuing to peer straight ahead, he eased the car along the street, and increased it's speed.

"I will let you go, Emma." he said quietly. "Just not yet." Then his gaze flittered away.

She stared at him from her huddled position near the door. Her eyes bounced from window to window as she looked for an escape route. They were all closed tightly. Too afraid to say anything further, her mind ran rampant trying to think of what she should do or why he was doing this? He was a handsome guy, charming, why her?!

Oh god, why her?

In dismay, she watched as he turned the car into the lane that led up to the old cemetery on the top of the hill. Once the car passed it's gates, she knew that escape would be close to nonexistent.

No one came here. The graves being of an age where visitors were far and few between. This late in the day even the caretakers would have left until the morning. It was just the two of them, and the dead. She began to hyperventilate as the car continued en route.

Remaining silent, he drove until they reached the very back of the cemetery. Until only the oldest plots were in view, and pulled the car into a small little path that was enclosed, and surrounded by pine trees. Once they were secluded he put the car in park, and turned off the engine.

Neither of them spoke at first. They just gazed out the windshield lost in their thoughts. When he finally said something, his voice was soft, but it still made her jump in her seat.

"I don't want to hurt you," he said. "But I will if you make me."

Turning to look at her, his dark eyes were calm, and serious. "If you do everything that I ask you to do, everything will be fine." Her eyes widened again as he continued. "But if you try to fight me, tell me no, or try to scream, I'm going to hurt you badly. Do you understand me?"

A moment passed as she gazed at him in horror before nodding. "Good," he said softly. "I want you to get into the backseat. Crawl between the seats, and go back there."

Hesitating for only a moment, she did as he asked, and turned her frame so that she was grasping onto the top of the head rests before lifting her jean clad leg into the backseat. With a pull, she slipped between them, and huddled into the corner.

Once she had complied, he too turned around, and followed her so that he was sitting on the opposite side. Angling his body so that his back was to the door, he lifted his leg up onto the seat, and placed his hands on his stomach.

Their eyes met as he smiled at her in a purely friendly way. It did nothing to ease her terror as she stared at him as if he were the devil.

"Take off your jacket," he told her lightly.

Biting her lip, she reached up slowly, hesitantly, and began pulling her blue hooded jacket down her arms. "Please," she whispered again. "I don't want to do this..You're Sean's brother-"

His eyes darkened as he looked at her, his visage becoming fierce and unforgivable. His brows knitted in anger as his eyes met hers, but then his glance shifted slightly until he was looking at the full roundness of her breasts outlined by her thin shirt. His anger quickly vanished as his gaze burned into her.

"Take off your shirt next," he whispered. She didn't move to do as he asked making him lift his eyes to her in warning. "I said, take off your shirt!" he barked viciously, "And while at it? Don't bring his fucking name up again."

Shuddering, her fingers reached down for the hem of the garment, and she lifted it up her stomach, and over her head until she was sitting in front of him in only her white lace bra. It highlighted her tan.

Holding the shirt between her fingers, she pressed it against the front of herself as her eyes fell to her lap.

"Now, give it to me," he said authoritatively.

Her eyes remained downcast as she handed it over. Without removing his eyes from between her breasts, he slipped the shirt over the top of the head rest, and let it fall into the front seat. He bit his lip as he gazed at her.

"Now, I want you to take off the bra," he demanded next.

Expecting this, she still refused to look at him as her fingers slid up her back to find the hooks to release it. After a moment of fumbling, it came loose in her hands, and she slid the straps down her arms as the cups fell away from her pert, round tits. The sight of them made his breathing leave him a little quicker.

"Good girl," he said as he took it from her hands and slipped it over the seat to fall as well. Once it had left his hands, his eyes focused on her soft, pink nipples.

"I want you to get on your knees, and come to me." His tone did not brook argument. Her lip trembled as she finally lifted her gaze. It was filled with apprehension, and fear. "Don't make me repeat myself," he told her softly when she hesitated.

His voice was so sweet and deep. It confused a girl.

Slipping onto her knees atop the seat, she slowly and carefully inched her way along it while avoiding contact with his leg. Her focus became trained on the vinyl beneath her as she approached him.

Slipping his fingers into her blonde hair, he gripped her nape roughly. Pulling her head back, he forced her to look at him. His expression was flat, cold and dominant.

"I want you to touch them." he said gruffly as his eyes lowered to her breasts. "Squeeze them in your hands and keep your eye on me."

Now it was clear to her he had to of been watching her for a while, or at least fantasizing about her. Probably doing this.

Reaching down, she hefted the weight of them into both of her cupped hands. Pressing her small fingers into her soft skin, she gripped them a little more fully. She heard him release a small groan, and she kept his eyes on his but his wondered her body. He looked at her as if she was some gift- specail..beautiful.. Releasing her hair, his hands lifted to grip onto her wrists before pulling them down, and away from her large, round tits as his head dipped to take a nipple into his mouth.

He sucked on it hard, making her jolt and whimper, and his mouth widened to take more of her flesh between his lips. Her neck arched back, and her head turned away but he heard it. He fucking heard it!

She moaned in delight

Authors note: Do you want more? Do you like this couple together? I know it's a little 'forced' but I want her to kinda be his submissive. What do you think?