The room around me was dark. I could barely see anything but the floor in front of the door that was illuminated by the light from the hall way. I took deep breathes, trying to calm myself. But there was no use. I was in his room.
I pulled my wrists forward but I could not move from the bed as my wrist were hand cuffed to the bed post with fluffy pink hand cuffs. I mean you'd think he would get the regular metal ones, seen as he was all dark and stuff. But who was I to judge his choice in sexual restraint items?
I looked up as the heard the door on the other side of the room creak. And there he was. The light from the hallway cascaded around his naked body like the water of the Niagara falls. He looked like Jesus. Only shorter and Canadian.
He walked toward me slowly before kneeling on the bed and crawling towards the middle where I lay naked. He leaned down and that is when I felt his pulsing manhood pressed against my milk white thighs. Because I always have milky white thighs in fanfictions.
"Edwards." He snarled sexily into my ear before rolling his hips hard down onto mine. He kisses down my neck and then back up to my ear.
I whimpered and whispered out a response. "Yes?"
His eyes darkened and a smirk pulled at the corner of his beautiful mouth. He leaned down to my ear and nip at my earlobe before whispering. "I've seen your pattern." He started. As he said this I felt the heat between my legs start to build up. I needed his lightsaber of darkness in my moist cavern right this moment. But he would no comply. He continued to sing huskily into my ear. "And I can't match it. Just trace the lines of your b00bz" He said before squeezing my mounds.
"Eli!" I gasped and arched my back. "I don't think that's how the song g-goes." I stammered as the godly man above me smiled.
"I know." He said with a sinister laugh. "I changed it because I know everything about good music therefore I can change things like that. Now stop talking before I smack you with my large meaty sausage."
I gulped before licking my lips. "You mean you pen-." I couldn't finish my sentence fast enough. Out of no where, Eli pulled out a large meat sausage and hit me in the head.
"Hush!" He demanded, hitting me again with the sausage. He tossed it over his shoulder as I watched in amazement. People around school have told me he was kinky. Mark Fitzgerald said Eli had punched him in the face once and it was awesome. Fiona told me he does car commercials in Japan. But all of those rumors never lead me to believe he enjoyed hitting people with sausages.
Eli smiled down at me as his hands massaged my balls of womanhood. And that is when I knew tonight was going to be long.
That's what she said.