Thread: We Meet Again (AndNich123 & Adam)

She grinned watching the pain spread across his face. He had brought all of this on himself. All he had to do was let me go, but he had to go down this path. Her shoulders pushed back in almost a victory position, she watched him with a near curiosity wanting to ask him sarcastically if it hurt. She had hopes he would lose his balance and land on the floor, but she was not so lucky. His face red as he tried to compose himself, Tessa came to the sinking conclusion that she was still locked in the room with him, and she had just poked a stick in the tigers cage. Her eyes darted to the door in fear. She grabbed the remote from the table quickly thinking perhaps it would unlock the door. Instead all she managed to do was the raise the volume to the music. In frustration, she threw the remote before she looked to see where he was in his recovery. Much to her dismay, he was charging towards as a man with a mission. She began to try and back away from him, but he was too fast, too driven, for her to be successful. He spared no time pressing her face to the cold, hard floor. Her hands grabbing at his ankle would not be able to budge him. In fact, in his current state, she was sure he wouldnt even feel her. Never the less, she beat his ankles as best she could from her position. James, she screamed as best she could. It was muffled, but she yelled loudly. She knew her stupid act of turning the music up louder would now bite her in the ass as it dashed any hopes of anyone hearing anything going on. She didnt know there were no more rooms on this floor, and so she kept screaming his name. Without even realizing, she began to plead with him to let her go. Please James! Just let me go! This has gone too far! I dont want your money! If you do this, Ill go to the cops! She gasped, and her hands grabbed the material around his ankles as he pulled her dress up and her panties down. James! What the hell are you doing? A panic unlike anything she had ever known began to choke her. She was certain he was going to force himself on her right then and there on the cold, hard, unforgiving floor. James. Please. Her voice now as stable as she could muster it, and even then it was shaky, cracking, laced with the anxiety that was clearly wrapping around her body. I.I just want to go home James. Keep your.your money. She still could not bring herself to apologize to him. Even in this current state, Tessa still had her pride. Apologizing to someone was always something she found almost impossible to do. This crazy, mad man with his mission to force me to some kind of realization that I should have been nicer to him, given him a chance, whatever hes after does not deserve an apology to pass my from lips. Her thoughts were a mixed bag. One second she she was dignified and certain he deserved the deepest pits of the worst asylum. The next second she was afraid of his next move. Soon all her thoughts centered around one thing. Pain. She had been so wrapped up in her thoughts, her own little world as she always was, that she didnt even notice him removing his belt. A fact that she soon became agonizingly aware of as the leather made contact with her ass. James, she screeched. Her hands down pounding into the floor. With every lash he gave her, she screamed even louder. The pain searing through her body, her throat soon began to hurt as she was crying out so loudly. There were no words. No. Just screams of pure torture as he was relentless in his assault on her ass. It was almost poetic how he was in sync with the music. She began to anticipate his blows by the tempo. Her hands red and sore from banging into the floor in any attempt to make him stop, to alert someone, anything. To no avail, he continued. To make matters worse, he began to verbally attack her as well. His words cut deeply. Each sentence, each sentiment behind what he was saying was a fresh wound. Tears streaming down her face, she could hear him over her own screams, and slowly the pain became a dull ache. Not just from his belt, but his words, caused her such grief. He was all wrong! The agency isnt like that! Im not a whore! I am an escort, and you are abusing me! Fuck you asshole! Her thoughts growing with the anger, the rage, and the heartbreaking words he spewed at her like venom. She began to worry, and rightfully fear, what else he could possibly have in mind for her.