Mabel Shot

" You don’t need to be afraid. — Blue eyes with black eyelashes blink at me, tucking my hair behind my ear.
She walks silently beside me, as if she were checking every last detail of the decoration of the perfect gathering she’s throwing for her socialite friends.
" I thought maybe I could stay home today — I mumble and look at my shoes, squeezing my fingers at my sides. — I don’t want to go to the movies today.
She stops walking around me and stops in front of me, holding my chin and making me look at her face.
" Mr. Alkaev is downstairs waiting for you, waiting for you to come down — Alekessandra growls softly and lightly digs her nails into my skin. — I won’t embarrass myself in front of him, much less create a rift between me and his mother. Our families have been friends for years, I promised her that you were the perfect partner for her son.
" I’m not saying I don’t want to go out with Nate, Alekessandra. I just don't feel like I'm ready to have what Mr. Alkaev wants from me. I thought we'd wait until we got married...
"You want to go to college, don't you?" She cuts me off, speaking acidly, and takes a step back, staring at me without a hint of emotion.
"Yes, but..."
"Then I suggest you go downstairs and do exactly what I taught you." She purses her lips and runs her eyes over my body. "It won't be pleasant, and you don't have to like it. Just be quiet and docile. That's what he expects from you. You'll get used to it in time." I watch her walk toward the bedroom door and open it, standing in the hallway, looking at me, holding out her hand. I turn my face and look at myself once more in the mirror. The fitted dress, with thin straps and a striking burgundy neckline, that Alekessandra had given me as a present for my eighteenth birthday, makes me feel even more nervous about what will happen the second Nate and I are alone. I remember that night, how my heart was racing and my breathing irregular. A cold sweat ran down my spine, the feeling of the foam of the pillow that supported my head, an anguishing fear that consumed me faster and faster, but still I remained silent and docile, as Alekessandra said I had to be. It's strange to know that I found out that I would have my first night with a man, not because he asked me if I wanted to have sex with him, but because everything was arranged with my adoptive mother, for when I came of age. And she used my virginity to deliver my letter of freedom. If I wanted to go to university, to graduate from the academy of fine arts, I just had to do what she taught me to please Nate. And I did, even though I felt the hot tears rolling down my cheeks and knew that this wasn't how I had imagined my first night with a man would happen.
The first time with him wasn't painful, of course there was the discomfort of the hymen being broken, the body's natural resistance to being invaded, but the only thing I hadn't felt any of the times he touched me before that weekend was pleasure. Even though the pleasure my body felt was against my will, beyond my reach of power over myself. Nate always asked me to stay still, lying face down on the mattress, with my belly facing down, and on the rare times he fucked me from the front, I had to keep my eyes closed. He didn't want me to look at him. And I did what he asked me to do, what Alekassandra had taught me to be.
Silent and docile. I thought it would always be like this, that if I ever had sex with another man, he would touch my body like this and I would keep my eyes closed, holding back the moans that wouldn't escape my lips, and I wouldn't look into his eyes. And from the experiences I had with Nate, this was automatically how my body acted when Mr. Gregovivk lifted me off the floor, after removing his gloves, placing me on the padded table and spreading my body out on it. I slowly turned over and lay on my stomach, with my legs hanging off the table, closing my eyes.
"I didn't tell you to turn around!" His hoarse voice sounds, and he slams his pelvis against my ass, trapping his strong fingers in my hair.
I suck in air forcefully into my lungs and open my eyes, breathing in agony, feeling his hard cock throb inside his pants, with him forcing it harder against my ass.
" I thought you wanted me like this...
Before I can even finish speaking, he pulls away and lets go of my hair, bringing both hands to my hips and turning me over the table again, as if I were a rag doll, leaving my belly up. His dark brown eyes are inches from mine, staring at me with his mouth closed.
" When you're inside this room, you only obey me — he growls, low, making my body struggle as his fingers tighten on the tip of my hand. had the tip of my breast, causing a spike of pain in my breast, which spreads throughout my body.
"Shit! — I bite my mouth, whimpering, trying to close my legs, but he holds my thigh with his other hand and keeps it open.
And the fingers that a few seconds ago were punishing me brutally, now slowly caress my breast, with affection. My chest rises and falls quickly, swelling upwards, with my body responding with moans that escape my mouth to his caress as it responds to his punishments. A hot kiss on my breast is enough to make my heart race and burn my skin with every corner his lips touch, while he lazily moves his mouth down my stomach. I wish he had taken the damn handcuffs off my wrists, so that I could hold on to anything, so that I wouldn't feel as lost as I do now with his kisses on my body. The gliding of your tongue as you lick me sends shivers down my spine, but it's your fingers that make me moan uncontrollably as you slowly slip inside my pussy, as if you're teasing me to endure the inspection your mouth is making of me.
"Oh, God..." I tilt my head to the side and retract my thighs, feeling every muscle in it grow rigid as your teeth scrape against my clitoris.