"I see you found your way." He said to Cristina, who was standing on the other side of the door.
"Yeah. Your house looks amazing. I didn't know they pay you this well." She said while admiring his body, since he was only wearing his sweatpants.
He also appreciated her tiny clothes, leaving very little to his imagination, although he had already seen her naked. "They don't. I inherited it from my granddad." He said, chuckling deep in his throat. "Come on in."
She looked around her, amazed. The house was huge and very nicely decorated. "Wow, I'm amazed. Your house is amazing!"
"Well thank you, I appreciate your compliments. You want a drink?" He smiled.
"Yes, please." She followed him to the kitchen.
"What would you like?" He asked, when he reached the small bar counter on the corner of the room.
She sat down on a bar stool. "Anything is fine." She gave him a shy smile, not being so sure if he'd see it, because it was dark outside, and he didn't have lights on.
"How about champagne?" He asked, smiling back at her.
"Ooh, fancy. I like it." She replied.
He grabbed the bottle and two champagne glasses. He popped open the bottle and poured it into the two glasses, Cristina curiously watching his every move.
"So where did your wife go?" She asked, hoping that she would't upset her.
"I don't know, she just... left."
"Are you okay?" She didn't want to hurt him.
"Yeah. I'm okay. I brought this on myself." He said and took a sip.
"Why did you ask me to come here?" She enquired curiously.
"Why do you think?"
She now realized how close he was standing.
"We are not going to have sex tonight, Cristina." He continued.
"We're not?" She asked, amazed.
"No. I want you to tell me something about yourself." He said with his low voice, and caressed her thigh as she was sitting on the bar stool.
"What do you want to know?"
"Everything."
"No." She put down her glass of very expensive looking champagne. "We are not going to do this."
"Do what?"
"Get to know each other. Because then we will develop feelings towards one another and how could that be any good?"
"Why not? I can image my future with you in it."
"Seriously? Are you fucking kidding me right now?" She screamed, grabbed her purse and stood up.
He quickly grabbed her hand before she could move any further. "Where do you think you're going?"
"I came here to fuck, okay? I don't want to feel." She said and tried to make her leave, but his hand was gripping her too tight. "Let me go."
"Well let's fuck then, if that's the only thing you want." He said and picked her up. Her legs automatically wrapped around his hips. He carried her upstairs to his massive bedroom.
She took a look around. "This is huge." She said. "This is very nice but seriously I need to go now." She turned around but bumped into him.
"You are not going anywhere until I'm done with you." He said, and she could see the lust returning into his eyes, although it was really dark and it was not easy to see anything clearly. He closed the door behind him.
She took a closer look of the room. On her left there was another door. "Is this your closet?" She enquired.
"See it yourself." He said as he opened the door to his and Emma's huge walk in closet.
She stepped in and he turned the lights on. She went to the left side o the closet, to admire his tailored suits even closer, before she found his ties. He came very close to her, and took a look at his ties.
"Pick one." He demanded.
She held up a light blue tie.
"So thats your pick?" He answered.
"And what shall I do with this?" She asked, slightly giggling.
He took the tie from her and lifted her to his shoulder and grabbed her ass.
"Okay this has come too far I want to leave now." She said, but his hold on her was too tight. "Let me down now, please."
He dumped her into his bed. "I already told you, not until I'm done with you." He climbed on top of her and possessively found her wrists and tied her to the headboard with the blue tie.
"You know you are practically raping me?" She questioned his actions.
"I think you'll be begging me for it later" He replied with a smirk.
His experienced hands went to the waist of her skirt, peeling it down. He was intrigued when he didn't see the lace he had been expecting. "Oh Cristina, where are your panties?" He said as his hand moved towards her pussy. "Huh? You're a naughty girl."
"Yess" She trembled under his touch.
"You're so drenched." He chuckled. "You want my big cock inside of you, don't you?"
"Oh god... Please stop..." She moaned in ecstasy as he rubbed her clit.
"I'm not going to stop anytime soon." He winked. And turned the bedside lamp on.
"Please turn the lamp off." She begged.
"No. I want to see all of you."
"Please, feel insecure."
"Why? You're beautiful." He stared lovingly in her eyes.
And the world stopped for a minute. She didn't want the time to move on. For a second everything felt so perfect, everything was okay, there were no worries, the world around them didn't exist. Then he continued his work.
She screamed in pleasure while his fingers moved in an out in an extreme pace. "Oh god just please just fuck me!"
Then he stopped.
"No what why did you stop?" She screamed in frustration.
"Beg for it." He said, ripping of his pants and his boxers.
"Please." She moaned quietly, not wanting to surrender. He could hardly hear her soft voice.
"I didn't quite catch that." He said and stroked his huge penis.
'How the hell is that going to fit in me? This guy is going to break me in half.' She thought, intensely watching the scene in front of her. "Please just do it, I can't wait anymore!" She had become really frustrated, wanting to feel him inside of her.
"Do what exactly?" He teased. She stayed quiet, so he continued: "Tell me. What do you want me to do."
"I want you to thrust you hard cock into my wet pussy and fuck me like I belong to you."
He did exactly as she told him. She could feel his thick hard length hitting the wall of her womb. The slight pain just heightened her pleasure. She felt like she was going to break in half. She felt like she couldn't take it anymore. "Oh god, please stop, it's too big." She screamed, not sure if the cause was the pain or the pleasure.
But he didn't wan't to stop, so when she tried to move and close her legs, he ripped them open again. "Take it like a good girl." He said possessively.
Her moans and screams were a mix of extreme pleasure and agony. "Oh god... Please stop... I can't, oh my god!"
Her screams only encouraged him to do it even harder. "You begged for it!" He said, while thrusting in and out of her in a very fast pace. She felt so pure and so innocent. Her pussy was extremely tight, maybe even too tight. Little did he know, that she was in pain.
He could feel that he was close, very close. She wanted her to come with him, so he slipped a hand between them to increase her pleasure.
He felt her walls contracting and he finally gave himself the permission to climax. She screamed and he groaned, as they came back to earth
He untied her from the headboard and laid next to her, stroking her cheek. For a minute they just laid there. They didn't talk, or move. They just stared at each other.
She heard her phone ringing, so she got up, lifted up her purse from the floor and started digging on her phone. She froze when she saw the caller id. She turned around, only wearing her silver top and gave Owen an apologetical look and left the room, probably to answer the phone.
She returned after three minutes and pulled back her shirt.
"Who was that? Are you leaving?" He questioned.
"I need to go now." She said quietly and left in a jiffy.
Wait. Did that really happen? He fucked his student? He cheated on his wife? This all felt like a dream, and he really needed to wake up.
And why did she leave? Was the sex not good enough? He admitted that he was rough and harsh, but he figured that a girl like her would be used to that kinda sex.
He spend the whole weekend trying to call her. He desperately needed to find out what went wrong, but that was proven to be extremely difficult, since she was ignoring all of his texts and calls.
On Monday morning, he was extremely hopeful, because he knew that the straight A student would not want to skip school.
But she proved him wrong. She was absent again on Tuesday and on Wednesday and on Thursday.
But on Friday she was there. He noticed that she was trying to ignore him, and avoid eye contact. After the class was dismissed, he forced her to stay for a minute.
"Cristina, what the hell went wrong?" He enquired.
"What do you want from me?" She was getting pissed.
"I want you to tell me what's wrong."
"Everything is fine." She said, quietly, burying her face in her palms.
"I can clearly see that everything is not fine."
She lifted her head up, and he could see that her eyes were red, filled with tears.
"Tell me. You can trust me."
"It's just. That is not how my first time was supposed to be." She said with a shaky voice, wiping away a tear that escaped from the corner of her eye.
"What? You mean you were...?"
She cut him before he could finish his sentence. " Yes. I was a virgin."
A/N: Gosh it felt weird writing this. Tell me your opinions! ;)
