Suzy's heart lodged in her throat as Paul's fingers clawed at the buttons of her shirt. His breath, hot and cloying against her neck, was almost as jarring as his teeth clacking against the small rings in her ear. It was her nervousness of finally letting Paul, her first college boyfriend, do more than a kiss, to her.
They had spent a couple of weeks being shy, showing flirty glances at each other. Suzy was a quiet girl from the countryside and Paul was a dazzling, confident sports star of the college.
Never in a million years, she had dreamt that someone like Paul, on whom the girls of the whole college march behind would have been attracted to someone like her.
His easy-going attitude and quick smile had soothed her nervousness during their first date and now here they were taking their relationship to the next step.
Despite the calming aura that he always seemed to radiate she could not help the sickening ball of nervousness that sat like lead in the pit of her stomach. She could feel her pulse echoing through her body, pounding in her chest like a caged bird to finally flutter down into her palms that lay anxiously on Paul's muscled shoulders.
"Oh baby, you are so hot." He whispered as several buttons gave way under his fingers.
A jolt of uneasy electricity ran through her as his knuckles grazed the skin of her belly.
"I want you so bad," he added.
"Paul, I want you too, I love you," her voice sounded so small and weak. "But I am not sure about this."
By the time she finished, he snaked his hand down into her open shirt, tickling the sensitive skin of her breasts.
"Come on, Suzy, you know what you do to me," he moaned, pressing his erection, so evident through his jeans, into her hip. She felt a nauseating flutter in her stomach at his obvious sign of arousal, a deep flush heating her cheeks, making the small room feel even closer and hotter.
"Just let me touch you a little," he continued to plead, once more nipping and nibbling her ear lobe while his fingers trailed lazy patterns on her skin just beneath her bra.
Suzy knew she loved him, but she still did not understand why the thought of him touching her so intimately make her muscles scream with the desire to run.
Swallowing audibly and biting her lip, she pushed the anxiety to the back of her mind, squeezed her eyes shut, and nodded her head stiffly.
His hands, hot and rougher than she had anticipated, made her startled as he cupped her breasts, his fingers quickly finding and pinching her nipples.
Liquid heat rippled through her body but a dark trail of unease followed quickly in its wake.
"Not so hard," She whispered against hair that smelled of sunshine and the outdoors, his fingers becoming more demanding, almost painful, in their ministrations.
"Hush, baby. Don't you like me touching you?" His hands continued to knead her breasts through the thin cotton of her bra while his erection rubbed suggestively against her, pressing her painfully into the counter.
"Yes, but... you're hurting me," She said, her small voice was almost lost in the echoes of his heavy breaths.
"It's our love baby, it's a pain before the pleasure," he said hotly, once again pressing against her hip, letting her feel the stiff heat of his arousal.
"I have waited so long for you. I do not know how much more I can wait," he groaned.
"I'm sorry," She whispered guiltily, daring a quick glance up at his face, startled by the raw and burning passion she found there.
Grunting roughly at her apology, Paul leaned harder into her, pressing his lips against hers in a hot and savage kiss, his tongue demanding entrance to her mouth as his hands resumed their rough handling of her breasts.
Although her eyes burned with sudden unshed tears She made no move to stop him, after all, if she had let him do this sooner he would have been more gentle with her later.
It was her fault that he was being so rough, She had made him wait too long.
'Yes, I needed to let him do this.'
She needed to show him with her body that she was sorry for being so cruel and hurting him.
"I am sorry," She murmured again through his kiss. Her hands, which had until now lay unmoving on his shoulders, running gently through his silken hair, brushing against the tanned skin of his neck.
His only response was to kiss her harder, his lips pressing against mine with bruising force as he pulled at the fabric of her bra, revealing her breasts.
No one had ever seen her shirtless, let alone naked, since she was a little girl. Even in the shower room in high school, she had been shy and hesitant about revealing her body to others. She always felt that she did not measure up to the other girls, that her hips were too wide, and her breasts too big for her body.
Paul's hands were rough and brazen as they fondled her breasts, but she kept her complaints to herself as he pulled and tugged cruelly at her nipples. One hand dropped from her breast to skim along the waist of her jeans, and a panicked flutter taking root in her stomach.
"Oh, baby I need you so bad," he moaned against her mouth as he popped the button on her jeans and began to pull down her zipper.
Before she could stop him, his hand was slipping inside her underwear, his fingers so hot against her skin that they almost burned as they sought out her most intimate place.
Just as his hand reached her core, she felt she did not want that. She was not ready to take their relationship to next level, she was not ready for that. But she felt powerless to stop him, seemingly frozen in place as he violated her.
Suddenly tears started falling from her eyes and her throat became soggy. A choked sob erupted from her as he forcefully thrust one finger and then another into her, her insides clenching painfully at the intrusion. Hot tears flowed over her cheeks as she pressed her lips together to hold back her cry of pain as his fingers moved in and out of her with a roughness.
She had never expected that. Each thrust from him inside her, caused her stomach to cramp in pain as he pressed against her hymen, threatening to tear the thin membrane that signified her innocence.
"Please stop, Paul. Please. You are hurting me." Sobbing she broke out.
"Dammit Suzy, shut up!" Paul growled, his voice was low and rough in a way that she had never heard before.
The hand that had been ruthlessly kneading her breast clamped down over her mouth while the other continued to roughly penetrate her.
Suzy felt an unbearable pain between her legs as he thrust inside with renewed vigor, and she felt something snap deep inside her.
Her legs trembled with pain and fear, her tears scald as they coursed down her cheeks and over the fingers that ground into her flesh, pressing the insides of her cheeks painfully against her teeth. The iron taste on her tongue let her know that her mouth was bleeding.
Pulling his hand from between her legs, Paul stared with disgust at his bloody fingers before smearing them across her stomach
"Fucking virgin."
Roughly spinning her to face he tangled a fist in her hair and forced her face down. Pulling her jeans down her thighs he wrenched her underwear down to join them.
As he fumbled with the button on his own jeans against her bared ass, Suzy felt her heartbreaking and her soul crying out in anguish. Her sobs were loud and hiccupping now, echoing in the small dark room.
At that moment she realized, Paul had never loved her. At that moment she doubted that had he even liked her when he was now being so cruel to her.
"What the hell is going on in here?" Suddenly a voice came from behind.
Both of them turned their head to look at the thundering intruder. Professor's face was red, the muscles in his neck straining with anger.
Seeing him Suzy's face burned with mortification as she clutched her shirt with one hand and tried to pull up her jeans and underwear with the other. She was all too aware of the blood smeared across her stomach and the tears streaking her cheeks.
Professor Jacob's dark brown eyes narrowed as they swept over her, seeming to take in every detail of her appearance in one pass. Then they settled on Paul, who stood between them, his stance one of causal defiance.
Professor Jacob's face blanched a shade or two before darkening once more, his eyes smoldering with seething anger. Before Suzy could draw a breath to try and explain, Paul yanked out of the room by the scruff of his shirt, but the professor slammed him up against the wall.
"What the fuck!" Paul yelled, pushing at the hands holding him in place but unable to move them, a faint note of panic rising in his voice.
"Shut. Up." He growled through clenched teeth as he leaned in towards Paul.
"You can't tell me what to do. Do you know who I am?" The boy snarled.
"I know exactly who you are. You're a bastard, Mr. Paul. A disgusting worm of a boy who just tried to take advantage of an innocent girl." The professor hissed. "If I ever see you near her again, you will make you regret."
"I dare you to do try," Paul said with a sneer.
"You will see." As he said that, a twisted smile appeared on her professor's face that made her blood run cold.
She felt a small shiver of vindication when he leaned in even closer to Paul, for a moment looking as if he would kiss him, before turning to whisper something in Paul's ear. She could not hear what he said and was not sure that she wanted to when she saw Paul visibly shudder and pale.
"Did you understand me," The professor purred low and deep, with a murderous glint in his eyes.
"Whatever," Paul shot back flippantly, though she saw the obvious shaking in his hands when he ran them through his hair.
"See ya later babe," Shooting Suzy one last look full of hatred, he flashed her a cruel grin before brushing past Professor Jacob.