Thread: The Manor (Mr. Quixotic & Malicious Lullaby)

It seemed that she might have gotten through to him. She searched his eyes and his face for any sign of emotion toward what she posed but she didnt see it. His hands slid around her waist and drew her closer. He took her hands and held them to her chest. He said he wanted her. He mentioned his college days, how he had let go then and all that was in the past. Then he said hed fuck her, fuck her the way she wanted him to like the dirty whore she was and just hearing those words should have sparked some negative reaction. It didnt. Then again, since she wanted it, wanted him, just wanted raw sex, those words should have turned her on. It didnt even do that. Her libido took a nosedive the moment he assumed that something must have been wrong. She didnt even want it. The moment was gone and if he even tried to stimulate her, hed learn that she felt as dry as sandpaper down between her legs right now. It was a half-assed attempt to kiss him back but also the even more half-assed attempt to push his arms from around her and send him back home. Thats what she wanted to do. Send him home so she could lie in her bed alone and not think about the fact that her boyfriend wasboring. He didnt know how to just get into what he wanted. Take what he wanted. No, even now as he conceded, it wasnt because he wanted it. Sure, he wanted her but its not like he wanted to give her what she really wanted. Hell, Harper didnt even know what she truly wanted, all she knew was she didnt want vanilla. She didnt want to be taken in her bedroom tonight. Because if he really wanted to let go the way she wished he would, he would have pinned her to the couch or bent her over the arm rest of it and pound her until she didnt know her own name. He didnt. He steered her in the direction of her room and she felt any want for him to touch her at all disappear. She was actually dreading him lying her on her back on the bed and taking her in such a ass-numbingly dull way that before they were even fully immersed in the hall, she pushed him away. So much for her plan of getting any kind of fix tonight because she didnt even want him. Harper looked up at him and shook her head. No. No okay, baby. She sighed and slid her hands through her hair. Justlook the moments gone the minute you questioned it and even though you gave inits not how I want it. Yes, she knew they were only together for some short months but sex couldnt be choreographed and she shouldnt have to try and pry it out of him or nag it out of him like stubborn teeth that didnt want to give in. Her hands slid over her hips and she looked at him. I think you should just go home Steve. Ill call you tomorrow. Maybe. She wasnt even sure. Right now, the mere sight of him turned her off. Ill sleep it off. Im probably too intoxicated anyways. I mean something has to be up with me, right? I cant just want to have unbridled, raw and passionate sex with my boyfriend without something affecting me, right? Well newsflash for you, and youd know this since youve been having sex probably since college, sex between a boyfriend and a girlfriend can be as naughty as they want it to be without something being wrong. But what would I know? Before you, I was just an innocent virgin. Now Im not. And you dont like it. Tough. Walking right past him, Harper went to her door and she opened it. Looking back at him, she waved her hand in a motion for him to leave. She went from unimaginably turned on to disappointed to incredibly angry very quickly. It was one thing to maybe persuade someone into the mood but it was a completely different thing thinking she wasnt normal and having someone like her boyfriend insinuate that she really wasnt. That was twice tonight she had been rejected. She was starting to think there was something seriously wrong with her that no one she wanted or selected wanted to have her. She practically threw herself at some random stranger at a party she had been basically bribed in going to. He kindly turned her down and basically demanded she go home, seduce her love and think of him the entire time. While that was solely her entire intention while Steve fucked her, she didnt think hed turn her down. He was a guy after all a typical, average guy who would probably want to have sex any time she said Lets have sex. She was wrong. Apparently in his mind there was a huge difference between having sex and fucking. She didnt want to just have sex and make out for the most of it while her moans never really reached a new level of loud. She wanted fucking where their bodies caked in this thin sheen of sweat and where she screamed, clawed at his back and felt the most world-shattering orgasm, she could either nearly pass out from it or lose all sense of coherency. There had to be something wrong with her. A girl couldnt be rejected twice in one night. Realizing that she had been, she wanted to grab a pint of the really good and fatty ice cream in the freezer, a spool and her favorite movies to curl up with when she felt down and stay in solitude in her room and feel even worse about herself. It wasnt fair. It wasnt easy and it seemed having a boyfriend didnt cure her loneliness since they hardly ever had sleepovers. She still felt alone and now she was alone and hating on herself, questioning everything that was wrong with her. True like many women who didnt know what they did wrong when it came to men, she was analyzing everything like it was the most difficult piece of literature to find a correct answer. What was wrong with her? She should want the lovey-dovey vanilla romance of making love and only that. Not raw and passionate sex, especially with a stranger. Its not you. Its me. She finally said and looked at him like she was guilty of something that wasnt even immoral or wrong. That or he could be like any other sexist man and say she had to stop PMSing and get over herself and hormones.