My “yes” hangs in the air, filling up the room, then dissipating in an instant. Why should I have choices here? I didn’t have choices at home. The aching, throbbing need between my legs isn’t giving me a choice, so why should he? My yes is everything and nothing. I wonder if it matters at all. You’re a prisoner of your own device, a voice whispers in my head. I try shut it out. I didn’t come here willingly. You didn’t say no, the voice reminds me, you didn’t protest and you haven’t even tried to run away. Jeremy’s asking for permission when could do anything to me. You want him to do everything to you. The voice inside my head is right, but I still hate it. Jeremy’s hands rest against my knees, warm. I look down at him.

“What would happen if I say no?” The question pushes its way out of my mouth before I can control it, stop it, push it back behind my teeth keep it where it belongs. Asking questions of Jeremy will never lead anywhere good.

His hands tighten almost imperceptibly on my knees. Almost. Jeremy tilts his head. Those dazzling green eyes are darker with lust. Not bright like emeralds but dark like the green of a lush forbidden forest. If this were a fairy tale, the princess would be frightened, would fear to live this next moment I’m trembling, but it’s not from fear. Well, not only from fear.

He leans back and regards me quietly for a moment. I can feel my heart hammering in my chest, speeding up as his silence fills room heavy like molasses. His eyes that hold me down.

“What do think would happen?” Jeremy asks, removing his hands from my knees.

I immediately miss his touch. I want the warm solid weight of his hands on me again. Without those hands to anchor me, I feel lost and adrift on a sea of longing.

“Nothing?”

“Yes, my darling, Carrie. Nothing.”

He leans back, the warmth of his body further from me, and he looks away for a moment. I lean forward, no longer held captive by his gaze. In my moment of freedom I seek to be recaptured. More silence in which I ache and struggle for breath, waiting for his next words as if they’re life and death to me. Maybe they are.

When Jeremy finally speaks again, his voice is serious as death. “Carrie, you must understand. There are certain things,” he pauses, “there are certain things I even I won’t do. I would never hurt you and I would never take from you what isn’t given to me with absolute willingness.”

“But you could?” I say. Because he could have taken what he wants a hundred times over by now; because he’s bigger and stronger; because I couldn’t stop him if I wanted to; because I don’t want to stop him; because I’m wet and I can feel the tremble in my things and the ache in my cunt; because I think if he doesn’t do something to me I’ll die; because it’s the truth and Jeremy said honesty was important.

He leans forward and I don’t lean back. I want to be close to him. I’m feel like I’ll go mad waiting for his touch. His hands return this time, landing on my thighs, and it’s such a sweet relief. I’ve kept my thighs spread just the way he wanted them. I feel the heat of his hands though the thin silk of my dress. He gives a wicked grin, one corner of his mouth turning up. It makes my stomach flip and heart skip a beat. That grin sparks a fire in me because it’s a dirty promise that I want him to keep.

“I could.” he says, the dark timbre of his voice making me shiver as his hands move, sliding my dress up my legs, careful to keep the fabric under his hands. He’s tormenting me, he’s wicked and I’ve never wanted anyone so much. My dress is pushed up around my hips and his hands rest there.

“I could,” he repeats, licking his lips. I follow the movement of his tongue with my eyes, and my pussy clenches with need. “I could do so many things to you, sweet Carrie. Things that would make you shiver with delight. Scream with ecstasy.” His eyes drop down between my open thighs, were my tiny lace thong is clinging to my soaked lips. “Things that would leave you dripping with anticipation at my next touch. But I won’t do any of those things unless you allow me.”

I’ve never felt so weak and so powerful all at once. Jeremy could break me so easily, but he says he won’t and I believe him. Am I crazy? I don’t know. I can’t think. I can barely breathe because his words have set fire to mind, burning up every thought that isn’t yes please touch me. He leans his cheek against my bare thigh, his stubble scratching against the sensitive skin there, and heightening my arousal.

“So,” he says, “I’ll ask you again. May I?”

“Yes,” I say, nodding my head so rapidly it must appear comical, but Jeremy doesn’t laugh. He would never laugh at me, not like… I push the thought of my classmates away. I can’t think about them now. They don’t matter. They never mattered. And Jeremy is so close to me, now. If I could just move another inch, his mouth would be right where I need it, but his grip on my hips has tightened and I find I can’t move at all.

I know he must be able to smell me. He’s so close and the scent of my lust is filling up the room. My scent is overwhelming the scent of fruits and chocolates and wine, the way desire is overwhelming me. Jeremy inhales deeply, like the smell of my arousal is aroma of a rose.

“I love the scent of you. So ready, just on the verge,” he says. “You smell of desire, and I know that to taste you will be to taste divinity.”

And just like that, just with those words, my pulse is pounding. He hasn’t even touched and I feel on the edge and strung out, like an addict in need of fix. My chest heaves and the movement causes my nipples, diamond hard with arousal to brush against the fabric of my dress. I bite down on my lip, hard. The pain gives me something to focus on, a momentary grasp of control on the wild desire beating in my chest like a caged bird trying to escape.

Jeremy breathes out a warm exhale against the damp scrap of lace that barely covers my pussy. Without thinking I spread my legs wider. I know he can see every part of me, the lace of my thong has slid between my outer lips. He breathes against me again. He’s teasing me, and it’s the sweetest torment I’ve ever known.

I know Jeremy is dangerous. I know he could kill me, break like a porcelain doll and toss me away and no one would care. But I know he doesn’t want to do that. If he did, I’d be dead. No, Jeremy wants to taste me, savor me, consume me, and devour me. Somehow, that’s more frightening than if he wanted to hurt to me. It’s not that I want to hurt, but…it’s just that I’ve never been desired, loved. Does he love me? Is that what this is? Another inhale against me steals the thoughts from my mind and the breath from my lungs.

“Has anyone ever—”

“No. Nobody. Only me.” I say before he finishes the question.

“A virgin in every sense of the word, then. Touching yourself alone in your room.”

“Not just my room,” I say, my voice trembling with lust and desire. I don’t know how I’m going to stand another moment of him not touching me where I want it most. My legs are shaking and he strokes a hand down my trembling thigh. It’s a gesture meant to soothe me, but it only makes me tremble more. He raises and eyebrow, waiting for me to say more.

“In the car.”

“The car?”

His words ghost across my center and I squirm in his grip.

“Only once. The night I met, you. I couldn’t wait.”

“In the back of your car. Your pretty pink dress in a mess.”

“Yes,” I say. I can barely get the words out. Despite my nerves about everything that’s about to happen, admitting my desire to its source makes me feel like I’m caught in trap I don’t understand. “Wrapped in your… in your coat… thinking about you… about you touching me.”

“Oh, my sweet, sweet Carrie.” He looks at me like I’m something precious. “I won’t torment you anymore. After all, I’m not a cruel man.” He chuckles low in his throat. It sends a fresh rush of desire through me, and I know my panties will be soaked when he reaches them.

His thumbs brush against the edge of my thong. One of them strokes against my center, slow and deliberate. I whimper. His fingers press the lace into my wet cunt. My thighs are visibly trembling as he drops kisses on them. His hands grip me tighter and I think about what else those hands can do, and it thrills me. His fingertip brushes against my clit, through the damp fabric of my panties. I jump as a jolt of pleasure shoots through me. Touching myself never felt like this.

He hooks his thumbs in the waist of my panties, slowly peeling them away from my slick folds. I bring my legs together and lift my ass. Jeremy’s slides my panties down and they leave a damp trail along the inside of my leg. I’m so wet my thighs are slick with my juices and I know when I stand up there will be a damp spot on the red velvet, evidence of my body’s desire for something dark and dangerous.

Everything seems to move in slow motion as Jeremy strokes a hand up my right calf. cradling it delicately in his palm, before lifting it up to his shoulder. He places my other leg across the padded arm of the chair. I’m completely spread open before him. Jeremy can see every part of me.

I want his touch more than I want to breathe. He has to know what he’s doing to me, how his breath on my skin is driving me crazy, making me shake with raw desire. He has to hear my heart thundering in my chest. I bite my lip, wondering what he’ll think, wondering how I compare to the other woman who’ve been in his bed. Did they all want him as badly as I do? He has to know how much I’m suffering.

“Beautiful. Like a flower about to blossom,” he whispers, his mouth now hovering over my throbbing pussy. Just as I think I’ll go insane, driven mad by lust Jeremy surges forward, finally tasting me.

I let out a whimper as Jeremy glides his tongue through my slick folds. His tongue drags up and down my lips before finally flicking over my clit. The first touch of his tongue against my swollen, aching clit is like a jolt from a live wire. It’s an electric shock of pleasure I feel though my entire body. I can’t hold back the loud moan that slips from my mouth. Jeremy’s mouth feels incredible on my wet, sensitive pussy.

His tongue swirls around my clit, making my pulse pound and my blood rush. My hips tilt up and I press my cunt against his mouth, seeking more pleasure, seeking more of him. The sounds of my breathless pleasure echoes off the walls, and I’d be embarrassed by how much I need him if I weren’t being swept away on a tide of ecstasy. My hands tangle in Jeremy’s thick dark hair as his tongue flattens against me, and a fresh wave of pleasure washes over me. Jeremy’s tongue teases my entrance, leaving me writhing with a mix of passion and frustration. I ache for release, yet I want this pleasure to last forever.

“Jeremy.” I breathe his name on every exhale like it’s the only word I know. It falls from my lips over and over again like a never-ending wish.

Jeremy’s tongue moves back to my clit and the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt is building inside of me. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me and I want to drown in them. That’s how this feels like: drowning. I can barely breathe and the sound of my own blood rushes in my ears. Every nerve in my body is overwhelmed by the constant rush of pleasure. A scorching tide of red hot ecstasy crashes through me and every muscle in my body pulls taut as I come with Jeremy’s name on my lips.

I collapse back against my chair. I’m certain that if Jeremy’s hands weren’t on my hips, I would slide to the floor. I feel like I’m floating. I’ve never experienced anything so intense in my life.

“Carrie.” Jeremy calls my name softly, looking up at me with even more lust and desire in his eyes. It’s both arouses and scares me, all the desires I see in his eyes. Jeremy will do things to me I can’t imagine and I want them all.

I blink once, twice, three times as I try to find my voice, try to make my mouth remember words other than Jeremy’s name.

“Yes?” I still sound breathless

“Are you okay, love?”

“More than okay,” I say. “That was… incredible. I’ve never – I mean, when I touch myself it isn’t… you make me feel…” I trail off and feel my cheeks getting hot. I’m not sure what I feel or what I want. I should be running from Jeremy, but all I want to do is feel his arms around me. I want to be wrapped in him.

“Shh,” Jeremy whispers, lowering my leg from his shoulder and standing up.

I can see his hard cock pressing against the front of his pants, and I feel myself becoming aroused all over again. Why does he make me feel this way? Because he’s the first person to do something that’s truly for you, the voice inside me whispers. Jeremy lifts me from the chair and I wrap my arms around his neck. I curl against him, feeling the warmth of his body through the fabric of his shirt. Jeremy lowers himself into my chair and settles me onto his lap. I shift against him and hear his breath hitch.

“Thank you, Carrie,” he whispers.

“For what?” I blurt out. I feel like I should be the one thanking him.

“For letting me give you pleasure. For allowing me to see you overcome by passion. For letting me be the first.”

“And the last.” I’m shocked by my own words but I know that they’re true. After the way Jeremy’s made me feel, no other man would even come close.

Jeremy tilts my chin up so that I’m looking into his gorgeous eyes, seriousness warring with lust. “A million men will want you. You’re not prisoner here.”

I shake my head. “That’s not I meant. I meant that I’ve never wanted anyone before you, and I can’t imagine that anyone else could make me feel this…” Once again, I’m lost for words, afraid to express the feeling that’s been growing in the back of my mind since I looked into his eyes on the beach. I know Jeremy is a monster, yet I want him despite it. You want him because of it, the voice whispers. Jeremy’s fingers are still under my chin and he’s gazing into my eyes as if he can pull the words from me. I fear what those words mean, not just to Jeremy but to me.

“You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to, but you know I will never laugh at you, never mock you, never hurt you.”

I believe every word he says. But before I can tell him that, Jeremy brings his lips to mine. A gentle press at first, then more insistent. My lips part easily for him and his tongue slips inside my mouth. I can taste myself on his tongue, and suddenly I’m breathless again. I wonder if it’s possible to be addicted to another person, but the feeling of Jeremy’s warm hand sliding under my dress, up over my stomach and cupping my breasts dispels all thoughts from my mind. His thumb brushes over my nipple and it tightens instantly, sending sparks of pleasure skittering through my body. Jeremy breaks our kiss and grabs the hem of my dress. I raise my arms and he pulls it off me, tossing it onto the floor.

His eyes fall on my breasts and my nipples harden even more under his gaze. His eyes move to meet mine as he takes one of nipples and rolls it between his fingers. I moan. Jeremy’s eyes never leave mine. He’s studying me, memorizing every response of my body. His fingers tighten, pinching my nipple. I bite my lip and my breath hitches. The corner of Jeremy’s mouth quirks up and a wicked little grin spreads across his face. He twists my nipple and my hips jerk. I feel my pussy clench and a groan, low and feral, forces its way from my throat. I feel Jeremy’s hard cock twitch against my hip.

“More?” he asks, his voice deeper and rougher than before.

I nod my head. I don’t trust myself to speak; I’m afraid of what I might ask him to do to me. The pressure on my nipple increases, and my clit begins to throb. Jeremy leans in, teeth scraping against my neck before tugging the lobe of my ear. He brings his lips to mine and this kiss isn’t gentle, it’s teeth and tongue and lust and power. I can’t get enough of it. Jeremy kisses me hard and deep and like he never wants to let me go. He kisses me until I can’t breathe, until I feel dizzy.

Jeremy releases my nipple. His fingers skate down my side before his hand slides between my slick thighs. I’m panting, already strung out on the pleasure he’s given me. I part my legs eagerly and he slides a finger into me. My inner walls clench as his finger pushes deeper. His thumb brushes my clit. I moan, and he presses another finger into me. His thumb moves more deliberately against me, making my hips buck and my hands clench on his shoulders. His fingers wring another moan from my lips. My hips are moving faster and I can feel the pleasure building, red-hot, a fever threatening to burn up everything in its path. I feel consumed by pleasure and need, wild and reckless. My world narrows to nothing more than the feel of Jeremy’s fingers stroking that sweet spot inside of me and his thumb fast and hard on my clit. My entire body tenses, shakes and my heart thunders as orgasm slams into me so hard I see stars. Jeremy gently eases his fingers from me, and I watch, transfixed as brings them to his lips to lick them clean.

“You really do taste divine,” he says.

I smile and shift closer to him. His breath hitches, and I feel his cock twitch. I shift again. This time more deliberately, swaying my hips. He groans, and his fingers tighten on my hips.

“Carrie,” he says grabbing my hips, holding me still. “While I do have a great deal of control, I am only human.” His voice is low, dark and edged with danger. It doesn’t frighten me. It excites me.

“I want…” I turn my head slightly so I’m looking into his eyes. “I want…”

“You want?” He pauses, waiting for me to finish.

What do I want? I want him to tell me I can’t leave. I want him to tell me I’m trapped. I want him to tell me if I leave, I’ll die. I want you to keep me so I don’t have to think about why I want to stay. I want you fuck me. I don’t say any of those things, though. I can’t. Instead, I say, “I want to touch you. Please. Jeremy, can I touch you?”

“Of course.” And the want in his voice makes me shiver.