This chapter has some non-con...so there's the warning.


-Chapter 12: …Is Make Love to You-

Saturday, October 20, 1984

Joel wrenched open the door to her room, pushing her in before closing and locking the door behind him. He shrugged out of his dress jacket, loosening his tie. Kicking off his shoes, he stalked toward Lisa. Gripping her arms tightly, he pressed himself close to her, crashing his lips against hers, forcing her lips apart with his tongue. As soon as he snaked his tongue into her mouth, she bit down.

Instead of driving him away, it drove him to plunder her mouth more deeply, his tongue mapping out the once-familiar territory. He loosened his grip on her arms, moving his hands up her shoulders to slide the straps of the dress down. For once, he was thankful that she owned a dress that she didn't have to zip up. It meant that he could get her undressed a lot quicker. Tilting his head for better access, he pulled her arms out of the straps, tugging the material down away from her chest, forcing the dress down over her hips.

Breaking the kiss, took hold of her arms again, guiding her to the bed and pushing her down onto the mattress. He stripped himself down, leaving his tie loose around his neck, removing even his boxers before climbing onto the bed, straddling Lisa's body. Leaning down to kiss her again, he grabbed both of her wrists to keep her from reaching for his tie.

"I'm gonna make sure you enjoy this just as much as I will," he muttered, transferring one of her wrists to his other hand, removing his tie completely. Wrapping the material around her wrists, he fastened her arms to the headboard. His hands trailed down her arms, under her back. Expertly, he undid the clasp of her bra. Realizing that he probably should have removed it before tying her up, he merely slipped the material up her arms, flinging it over the back of the headboard. He wasn't going to set her free just for that. "You're so beautiful, Lisa…" he breathed reverently, leaning down to take one of her nipples into his mouth. He bit down hard on the soft nub, his cock surging at her cry of pain. Quickly, he rolled his tongue over the flesh, sucking slightly before doing the same to her other nipple.

While his lips were so occupied, his hands had trailed down her sides, teasing the soft flesh above the waistband of her panties. She whimpered, turned on so completely against her will. She fought the wetness that flooded her as he slipped her panties down, his tongue caressing her breasts despite the soreness of her nipples where he'd bitten them so hard. Of course the roughness was a huge turn-on for her, but really…he didn't need to bite that hard. Out the corner of her eye, she saw her underwear being flung to the side and she closed her eyes tightly as Joel settled himself between her legs, pulling them up and gripping her hips tightly.

Her eyes flew open as he began to push into her without even bothering to see if she was ready. She muffled her scream by biting her lip. It hurt. More than their first time. Her first time. His words, and the pleasure she could hear in them, hung over her as she closed her eyes again.

"God, Lisa…you're so tight…."

"You…you bastard!" Lisa managed to gasp out as Joel sheathed himself in her. Her breath caught as she felt the fullness of his swollen shaft in her channel.

"I know." He leaned down, pressing a hard, demanding kiss to her lips. She didn't kiss back. "You disappoint, me, Lisa. You used to love it rough." As if to emphasize this point, he pulled back and thrust forward, slamming into her. His lips quirked as she moaned. "You love it rough, don't you? Tell me you love it rough…"

"I…" she groaned, arching into him involuntarily. She had no control over her cognitive functions, and Joel had complete control over her. Lisa had to force the words out, knowing he wouldn't move otherwise. "I love it rough, Joel…you know I love it rough." Her prediction turned out to be correct as he pulled back and slammed forward again, keeping her hips elevated. She needed him to hit her G-spot, but he wasn't at the right angle. She tried to fix that, but his hands gripped her hips harder.

"Don't fucking move," he ground out, ceasing his movements. "Tell me what you want…" She wanted him to let her go so she could let him bring her to her completion, but he didn't want to hear that. So she told him what she knew he wanted to hear.

"I want you to fuck me…" she hissed, hating herself. "I want you to be rough with me…" She knew she had him convinced when he started moving again. She whimpered. Not because of the sensations he was causing her to feel, because that was just it. She didn't feel anything. Joel didn't care about her pleasure. He was ignoring her clitoris. He wasn't even trying to find her G-spot. He was using her.

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard, Lisa…" Joel groaned as he buried his shaft into her body, completely oblivious to the fact that she was receiving absolutely no pleasure from the act. He plunged his cock into her, and her eyes flew open in time to see his own close tightly, feeling his hands gripping her hips tightly enough to leave bruises, trying in vain to block out the sound of her name spilling from his lips as he came in her.

After a moment, he pulled out, his cock making a very unpleasant sound as it slipped from her vagina. He unwrapped his tie from her wrists, kissing her hungrily as he did so.

"I'll let you know when the next date is," he whispered before redressing quickly and leaving the room. Once she was sure he was gone, she burrowed under her blankets, curling into a ball, crying in shame.