Never had he dreamt that Lenneth would dare to defy him. Never had Lezard expected her to put up a serious fight, jamming her elbow into his gut. The pain had winded him, made him let go of her, the girl fleeing from his lap. It was a surprise, unexpected and unwanted, Lezard making a half hearted grab for her arm. It was a move she easily avoided, even as she fought to stay upright, to keep her legs from tangling in her ankle length skirt.
He sat up, already missing the weight of her on his lap, body yearning for hers, even as he snarled and screamed out her name. "Lenneth!" She ignored him, running across the room, foot steps muffled by the carpet. He watched her, saw her almost slam into the door in her desperation, hands sliding across the smooth surface, snatching hard at the door knob. It rattled but did not give, Lezard laughing, a loud nasty sound at Lenneth's attempts to jerk open the locked door.
"You need a key love." Lezard said, flashing his teeth in a wide grin. His hand patted his pant's pocket, feeling the subtle weight of the key ring at his side. "You'll never get the door open on your own."
A cry of pure frustration from her, Lenneth whirling around to glare at him. The expression didn't work on her face, her eyes were too wide with panic. She looked good scared, it appealed to his base interests, Lezard slowly rising from the bed, watching as she shrank into herself at his approach. He took his time walking towards her, steps slow but confidant, Lezard watching her face.
He could see her thinking, mind frantically trying to find some way out of the situation she found herself in. It made him smirk, wondering if she already regretted her little act of defiance. "You've been a very bad girl Lenneth..." He let his words hang heavy in the air, seeing her swallow nervously. "And bad girls simply must be...punished." His hand dropped to his belt, fingers grazing the bronze buckle.
"No..." She whispered, her tongue licking across her lips. She was pressing herself against the door, visibly shaking. Almost absentmindedly, her hand reach for the door knob, once more twisting it.
"Yes." A simple word from him, but she paled, eyes casting downwards at his waist. He had the belt buckle open, pulling the leather open, his motions slow and ominous. When he brushed his hand over the bulge in his pants, she reacted. A step to the right, Lezard moving as she did, blocking off her escape. She didn't slow, leaping to his left, Lezard hastily back pedaling to get in her way.
He took a step closer, pants half open and she lashed out with her leg, skirts rustling as her knee raised up to slam into his balls. He nearly dropped to the floor from that unexpected pain, a howl hissing through his teeth as she rushed past him. Lezard was turning, spinning around, his hand reaching out to grab her by her hair. His fist closed around platinum strands, clamped firmly around the center of her braid.
Lezard jerked her back, Lenneth let out a pained cry. Even as she turned to face him, her hand was coming up to slap at his face. He reacted quicker, hand grabbed hold of her wrist, pulling her to him. His other arm grabbed her around the waist, trying to hold her in place, Lenneth almost squirming free as she struggled. "No!" She managed to scream out, seconds before he sealed his mouth over hers, tongue taking advantage of her open mouth. Her muffled squeals made his cock twitch, and the way her struggling body pushed against his, it made Lezard moan into her mouth.
The sound of his lust made her freeze, her tongue limp in her mouth as his caressed over it. She wasn't responding to his kiss, but he didn't care, his tongue rough, possessive over hers. As his tongue plundered her mouth, his hands were on her back, fingers bunching up the material of her gown. He felt the tensing of her jaw, a warning before she struck, Lezard pulling back his tongue, her teeth snapping close just seconds too late. She didn't even knick his lips, and yet he was angry, finding she was making him work harder for her than he had had to in such a long time.
"Why are you acting this way?" He hissed, throwing her against the door. Before she could even move, he was on her, pinning her in place. Hands on either side of her body, Lezard towering over her slender frame.
She was shaking her head no, over and over, but was otherwise quiet, hands shooting out towards his chest. Lezard leaned against her hands, letting his full weight put pressure on her, finding her arms trembled with the effort to hold him at bay. It wasn't long before they caved, Lezard's body ending up tight against hers, his hands grabbing hold of her arms.
Lenneth was literally trapped between a rock and a hard place, Lezard at her front, the door at her back. Again he kissed her, rough, invasive, lips mashing together in a less than tender manner. She refused to yield to him, lips pressed firmly close, Lezard reluctantly pulling back. She was shaking as she looked at him, but her eyes still blazed with a fierce determination. The intensity in which she glared at him left him confused, Lezard not understanding why she had suddenly regained her spirit.
She wasn't acting the same, wasn't acting like the damaged, broken girl he had been taking to his bed all these months. It left him confused, perplexed, and all the more determined to force her back into her docile behavior. Lezard slowly grinned, seeing Lenneth's eyes widen with alarm at his leer, her body starting to wriggle, unable to get a leg up in the limited space he allowed her.
No words were spoken between them, she was determined to remain silent, Lezard following suit. He began sliding down her body, dropping to his knees, his hands pulling her skirt up and away from her body. He ducked his head under the heavy velvet of her skirt, hands reaching for her thighs, sliding up her legs as he delighted in the feel of her smooth skin. A fine tremble was in her legs, Lenneth fighting to keep her thighs closed as he pried them apart with little effort.
He pressed his face against her panties, tongue coming out to slide along the edge of the satin, wetting the lace there. He heard her make a noise, his fingers digging into the skin of her thighs, holding her in place. He teased along her one leg, tracing the high cut line of the panties, before diving back down to press his mouth against her covered crotch.
"Ah no!" Lenneth, voice breaking her silence, body quivering, jerking back against the door. His mouth was pushing against her panties, tongue licking over her center, slow steady licks. He found the material growing damp, her body quick to react, and he used his tongue to nudge aside the thin band between her legs, pressing his mouth directly against her nether lips. She was definitely growing wet, he could taste the moisture on his tongue, using it spread her open and lick along her slit.
"Yah!" Lenneth crying, a little wiggle in her hips as she pushed against his mouth, her resistance weakening. Lezard laughed into her body, continuing to tickle and tease her with his tongue, enjoying the sounds that were escaping his Goddess. He was touching his tongue to her clit when she freaked, legs thrashing about, Lezard fighting to gain control of her lower half. She nearly closed her thighs around his head, Lezard pulling back to shout at her, Lenneth reaching forward to shove at him. It caught him off balance, Lezard toppling backwards, Lenneth moving past him once more.
She didn't get far, his hand snagged her by the ankle, pulling on her so that she went crashing into the floor. She let out a cry of pain, pushing up on her knees, trying to scramble forward, even as Lezard tried to jerk her to him. Lenneth kicked back with her free leg, hitting him in the chest, Lezard scowling, grip loosening enough for her to scramble free.
Hurrying to her feet, not yet standing, she half ran, half crawled, even as Lezard rolled onto his stomach, pushing upwards to chase after her. He lunged, tackling Lenneth around the waist, the two of them crashing into the floor. She cried out, and lay there stunned, the full weight of Lezard on top of her body. He didn't hesitate, grabbing at her skirt, shoving it up over her waist, fingers snagging her panties. Lezard gave a fierce yank, her body moving, jerked upwards as the panties began to give way.
She was starting to move, to try and sit up when her panties tore, Lezard kicking at her legs, forcing them to spread. His one hand was on her back, situated directly between her shoulder blades, pushing her down into the carpet. She squealed and bucked her body against him, ass wiggling enticingly. His free hand was at his pants, harshly yanking down his zipper, the sound ugly in the otherwise silent room.
"Lezard please!" Lenneth cried out, still trying to fight against his hold on her, even as he fumbled with his erection.
"So now you beg?" He sneered in reply, rubbing his cock against her rear. "It won't do you any good. You need to be taught a lesson, you need to learn you cannot fight me and expect to win...!" His hand was touching her, almost rough as he spread her open, Lezard nudging the head of his cock inside her. He could hear her gasping, and he grinned, a thrust of his hips forcing himself inside her, not at all gentle and kind to her body. He forced her to take as much of him as she could in one thrust, Lenneth's voice a high pitched whine.
She felt good, body tight even after all this time, gripping him hard. She wasn't nearly wet enough, it made it difficult to move, Lezard having to fight against the tight fit of her body, gaining ground inch by inch, only to pull back. He'd let himself draw out of her until only the head of his cock remained inside her, listening to the sounds of Lenneth crying, knowing tears were pouring down her beautiful face. A face he couldn't see, Lenneth keeping her head down, trying to muffle her sobs in the thick plush fibers of the carpet.
He thrust his hips, pushing back into her with a moan. As good as she felt, some part of him felt guilty for treating her this way, for making her cry so hard. But he couldn't, wouldn't stop, Lezard telling himself this needed to be done, she needed to learn her place was beneath him. Under him, writhing in pleasure or in pain, let her know it would be her choice how he took her.
Soon his hips found their rhythm, Lezard's cock moving back and forth, in and out of her, balls slamming in hard against her entrance. It felt as though each thrust of his hips brought him in deeper, the tip of him hitting against the entrance to her womb, making her cry out again and again. He stopped holding her down, using both hands to hold onto her ass, half bent over her as he pounded into her.
Lenneth didn't try to move, just laying with her face in the carpet, ass up in the air. His fingers dug into her soft skin, Lezard rocking her body, forcing her to move against him as he fucked her. At some point he closed his eyes, losing himself to feel of her body, enjoying the warmth and the friction, feeling her start to get wetter. When she started to moan, it was music to his ears, Lezard speeding up, working her harder, faster.
His eyes snapped open when he felt Lenneth moving, the woman trying to pull away from him. She didn't get far, she laid flat on the ground, held captive by his hands. But her arms were moving, stretching over her head, reaching for something.
"What are you doing Lenneth?" Lezard laughed, seeing her fingers wiggling futilely. "You can't get away from me like that!" She ignored him as best as she could, not fighting the moans, and it was then he noticed her finger tips grazing the wood of the bookcase. He had thought it out of reach, but somehow she touched it, fingers snagging haphazardly on the side.
He had only seconds to react, before she pulled, bringing the books and the wooden case down on top of her. "Lenneth!" Lezard cried, forgetting his attempts to pleasure his body, Lezard throwing himself on top of the woman, hunching around her body protectively. Books rained down, clocking him on the head, pelting his body, Lezard grunting in pain, his only thoughts were of Lenneth, even as the bookcase came down, slamming into his back.