Ace set upon her as soon as she closed the door. Claiming her mouth in his rough and wild way. She heard his fingers as they fiddled with his belt buckle and the rip of his zipper as he pulled his pants down. He reached under her dress finding the edges of her panties before removing them completely.
Laura gasped as he entered her painfully, biting down on her own lip. He forced her mouth open again with his own as he began thrusting into her. Each movement causing a shooting pain. He held her at her sides, pushing her down to meet his upward thrusts. Eventually she found the rhythm and began pushing down onto him herself.
"Does that feel good?" he asked behind her ear.
"Yes," she lied, groaning in pain.
Satisfied with her response he pounded into her more viciously than before as she cried out with every movement.
As soon as he was done he pulled out of her, fixing his jeans he slid into the front seat, leaving her a painful mess in the back seat. As he began driving her home she attempted to fix herself up. She was surprised by the small traces of blood she found on her dress as she had felt he was surely ripping her in half.
By the time he reached her house she had reached a presentable state should her mother have any questions about where she had been.
Ace got out of the drivers side as she got out of the back. He beckoned her towards him.
She felt his familiar arms slide around her as she pressed against him crying.
"You felt so good," he said, moving the hair out of her face as he kissed her briefly. "I'll pick you up tomorrow."
He got back into his car as she stood as she was sobbing quietly.
Ace chalked it up to female hormones.
Laura felt wonderful as she walked over to the pool hall the next day. She'd had a long bath the night before which had made her feel a lot better and she was revelling in the fact Ace had actually called her his girl.
"Hey babe," Ace greeted her as she walked in looking for him, "you should have waited for me to come pick you up."
"I'm sorry," she said softly, her cheeks colouring.
"Look boys," Ace said addressing the rest of his gang, "she just cant wait to see me."
He strode over to where she stood greeting her enthusiastically with a kiss.
"It's all right just this time, ok doll," he teased.
"Ok," she replied happily.
"You smell real good," he whispered, stroking her hair.
He pushed himself against her in remembrance of last night.
"Thank you. I like your shirt today," she replied feebly.
Ace smirked, timid little thing that she was, this was the first compliment she actually gave him.
Later that afternoon at the diner Denny Lachance found himself in the company of a man possessed.
"Look at him, holding on to her like she's his property. He doesn't even talk to her."
"She doesn't seem to mind Pete," Denny pointed out.
"She's probably too scared, poor girl, I'm sure she's terrified."
Peter had been acting this way since last night. Insisting Laura needed saving from big bad Ace Merrill. Denny would have helped if he thought that was the case but he suspected his friend was just after the completely wrong girl.
"Give it up Pete, Ace got there first."
But he knew Peter would be talking about this for a long time to come.