Subj: Grammar Story -- 9
Date: 6/26/00 9:58:28 PM Central Daylight Time
From: Beverly LaCroix
Throwing the riding crop to the floor, and pulling Victoria upright on his lap, he could feel her trembling, he lay her head on his chest, and said, "I'm sorry. I don't know what got into me. I wouldn't hurt you. You know that, don't you?"
"Yes, I know that, Jeremiah.
Jeremiah sat quietly holding Victoria close to him until she stopped trembling. Gently moving her hair from the side of her face, he talked soothing words to her. Stroking her hair gently, his hand wondered to the side of her face, and he began to slowly caress her face, his hand moved purposely down her neck, but the design of the dress stopped him from going any further.
"Okay." Jeremiah whispered in her ear.
"Yes, I am." Thank you.
"Should I let you up?" Jeremiah queried, continuing to caress her face, and neck.
"I think that would be a good idea." Victoria answered.
"I didn't ask you if it would be a good idea, Miss Winters," he said.
Victoria moved, ready to get up, but Jeremiah tightened his embrace, and she couldn't move his arms to get up.
"Mr. Collins, I think this is a most inappropriate situation. I should go." Victoria said, struggling by now.
Capturing her mouth with a relentless kiss, she continued to struggle. The struggle was exciting him, and he pulled away from her, breaking the kiss, and with one movement tore the high-necked dress to her waist, and ripped the constricting undergarments with another quick movement, and her breasts were free. By now, Victoria was crying, but Jeremiah noticed the erectness of the nipples, as he was bending down to taste them. Savagely he grabbed one of her breasts with his hand, and the other breast he kissed until he reached the erect nipple, and greedily began to suckle. He heard her moan of desire, and as if she had caught herself, she began to scream. He pulled away, and put his hand over her mouth. "Don't do that Miss Winters. You are going to be mine one way or another. He finished undressing her, and undressed himself, and shoved her unwillingly to the floor, kissing her, roughly he grabbed her hair, and pulled her head back, and begin to kiss her neck, and kept kissing her until she couldn't control her moans of desire.
He forced her legs apart, and she started to beg him again not to do this.
"Please don't hurt me, Jeremiah. I've never been with a man before. It's not supposed to be like this." Victoria said, crying softly.
"How is it supposed to be, Victoria?" Jeremiah said
huskily, entering her by force, breaking her hymen, he knew he was her first.
He stroked hard, and rough, because he knew she would never forget him, as he
left his signature of pain inside her. "You belong to me, Victoria," he said
to her, noting her pain begin to turn to pleasure in spite of her cries.