The m**********n Game.

Chapter Six- Time To Play

The bedroom was like a forest.

I was so lost and helpless. Everything seemed to be going so fast and the awful dilemma in my brain created headaches.

Either be known as a slut at school or be a slut here and no one speaks about it?

Even in dilemma’s, there’s a way out by running away, but not this one. I felt so sick and I folded my arms across my panicking stomach.

Leo closes the door behind us and it faintly squeaks shut. My body reacted simultaneously by getting goosebumps.

It's like deja vu, yet this time I knew what was happening next.

"Strip" his rasped voice demanded as he brushes past me and sat on the king-sized bed.

I got a cold feeling in my chest that compressed me together. This gnawing feeling that ate me as he stared me down hungrily.

"If I don't?" I asked softly trying to seem in control of our situation. Clearly, that wasn’t working.

I heard him laugh past the darkness that surrounded the room.

"You’re going to do it anyway, Kalie."He says coldly.

I hated that he was right. I have no choice.

He was able to get me here and put Sam in the hospital. He was able to get away with publicly humiliating Sam like she was garbage. He's like a ghost.

I saw his dark figure get up and stride up to me. His poisonous lips brushed along my sensitive neck. The very tips of his lips barely running up my neck that left a simmering trail. I couldn't understand the twisted strings in my stomach knotting together. I wish I could resist, although at the same time...I just couldn't--I didn’t want to.

His hardening c**k grinding against me as I couldn’t control my nervous breathing. I quivering as he held me tight. Embracing me while he molded me in his strong arms. Passionate and yet so dominating his hands were as they began drifting down.

My head fell back while both of his hands ran up my breasts and they responded back to the unfamiliar pleasure. My n*****s hardened through my dress.

I heard him cheekily laugh before grabbing the end of my dress to expose my plain hipster panties. My legs felt cold and my face felt hot. It was humiliating being exposed like this.

There was a pause before the jingle of his belt was coming undone and I whimpered, “N-No!”

He stubbornly pushed me down onto my knees, facing me toward his white Calvin Klein boxers. They had a very obvious bulge that beaded for me to touch. Leo said nothing and sat there patiently with a stern, forward look on his sculpted face.

I looked up at him before placing my hand on it and moving it away. I heard him softly groan. Pleasured by the slight brush of my hand on his frustrated shaft.

Through staggered breathes he butted, "Touch it again."

I swallowed and placed my hand back on it and it twitches. My eyes widened at its sudden reflex before I grasped his manhood through his boxers, firmly rubbing, making slow strokes to hear him moan again. Teasing it almost with my gentle rubbing.

To think we are being watched. . . .

He heavily breathes and cracks out a gentle moan. Almost sounding like a girl.

"If I knew you were so good at this, we could have done this sooner".He choked through short breathes.

TV and videos sorta make this seem straightforward. This isn’t that hard.

I had to remember my purpose for being here. This is for Sam. This is all for Sam.

This sudden urge to want to scream and punch him was getting higher. Even before realizing it, I placed my mouth on his fully enlarged member through his thin boxers. The tip of my tongue went up it like licking freshly scooped ice cream. The fabric the only thing stopping him from experiencing all of the sensations.

I pulled it out and engulfed his healthy c**k into my amateur mouth. His aroma and scent, the taste. Now in my mouth and painted into my memory forever.

Forcing it down my throat as far as I could while bobbing my head back and forth.

Just do it like that videos. Just like the videos. Just like the videos. Just like the videos.

He groaned, now moving us to a wall for him to lean on. His hands placed on either side of my head as I tried my best to get him to finish.

My dainty tongue flicked around his long shaft as I held it in place to fondle it.

I stroked, looking up at him, going faster, gripping harder, moving my hands in different directions and through short breaths he whimpers, "I-I’m going….to cum."

I stroked more slowly and grazed his tip with the tip of my precum covered lips. The adrenaline made my toes curl.

Finally, that's when Ally knocked on the door saying, "Times up!".

He came into my mouth and he clenched all his muscles, squeezing all his juices into my mouth to swallow.

I breathe through my nose and pull him out of my mouth slowly for him to see the mess we made on the floor.

The mess I’ve made.