  &quot;I don't think so. I said when I choose, not you.&quot; He lifts me up from the floor around the waist, igniting my flight or fight mode and I begin clawing and kicking furiously. Physically fighting him but he just laughs at me when he dumps me back on the bed. The anger searing now, teen Emma so undeniably on show and spitting teeth. All hands and claws, slapping and launching at him. No hiding my crazy from him anymore, she is on full show and he isn't fazed by her at all. Instead he handles her like a pro.
      I was so close to orgasm that his stopping has sent me over the edge. I throw myself at him, trying for a slap, his hand catching my wrist, I try with the other, but he catches that too. Throwing me on my back hard on the bed and following fast, he kisses me harshly, his mouth demanding, his touch forcing me to open and let him in. His tongue pushing against mine almos

  &quot;You took your hair down … It sounds so nothing when I say it aloud, but I saw you at your desk, sitting engrossed in work. I watched you for a moment, transfixed by the difference it made. You looked soft and innocent, almost vulnerable, like losing that polished, school mistress hair had made you forget the mask for a second and I knew straight away that I was in danger of having my head fucked over by a girl who didn't seem to want to know me.&quot; He kisses me again, more meaningfully this time.
      &quot;How could you know that when you barely knew anything about me?&quot; I giggle at him and his earnestness. My racing thoughts calming away as we lay here.
      &quot;Because I had come to realize that you didn't trust men. You didn't trust me. There was something about you, a fear about letting me, or any guy, close, I could sense it even though I didn't understand it … A

  It's what I want. It shocks me, that after everything in my life, every man who ever tried to force himself on me, I want him to do this to me. He's right though; the thrill of what he's suggesting has me writhing and arching my body below him in wanton desire, almost begging him to take me with force. I've so much anger and aggression within me tonight and it needs release. This endless need to have Jake forcefully take me must have deeper, emotional roots but I don't care. Whatever messed up part of me switches this on is beyond my comprehension and I don't want to begin analyzing it. He sits up, letting go of me suddenly so he can lift his weight over me at a distance, giving me space. He releases my legs, too. His eyes meeting mine.
      &quot;One little word, Emma, and I quit, okay? Just say stop and I'll leave you alone.&quot; He looks at me differently, apprehension in his eyes

&quot;I don't think so. I said when I choose, not you.&quot; He lifts me up from the floor around the waist, igniting my flight or fight mode and I begin clawing and kicking furiously. Physically fighting him but he just laughs at me when he dumps me back on the bed. The anger searing now, teen Emma so undeniably on show and spitting teeth. All hands and claws, slapping and launching at him. No hiding my crazy from him anymore, she is on full show and he isn't fazed by her at all. Instead he handles her like a pro.
      I was so close to orgasm that his stopping has sent me over the edge. I throw myself at him, trying for a slap, his hand catching my wrist, I try with the other, but he catches that too. Throwing me on my back hard on the bed and following fast, he kisses me harshly, his mouth demanding, his touch forcing me to open and let him in. His tongue pushing against mine almost commandingly. He's forced my arms at the side of my head, his body bringing mine to heel once more.

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