Chris pulled Sara
back towards campus to get to his bike. She was trying hard to keep
up with him. Sara could only make on step to his two long graceful
strides. She felt herself stumble after only one block of this
maddening pace. Chris turned around, grabbed her around the waist
and hoisted her over his shoulder effortlessly. Sara squealed and
struggled. Chris swatted her hard on her rear. “Hey, what was
that for? You don't need to carry me you know” Sara huffed as he
jostled her around on his shoulder to find a comfortable place for
her.
“I know that I
don't need to carry you, but I am impatient tonight. I really need
to get you back to my loft. Besides, it pleases me to carry you.”
Chris came to an abrupt halt near the edge of the parking lot, far
away from the main campus. He let go of his hold over her thighs,
pulling her body down from her perch. She slid down his shoulder,
her shirt getting bunched up on the way down. Her belly was
exposed to the cold autumn air and she gasped when Chris touched her
skin with his hands.
“Fuck, your hands
are so cold, Chris!” she screamed as she tried to scramble away.
Chris's
eyes seemed to change from anger to a lust in a millisecond. Then
the anger was back, replaced by something else. It was as if she
could see a mask fall over his eyes, an unknown mood filling his
soul. Sara could only use one word to describe it - predator.
Chris grabbed
Sara's neck, yanking her in close to his body. The action was so
fierce and powerful, Sara gasped for air when her body slammed into
his.
“I warned you not
to curse little one. This time, I will have to punish you,” Chris
snapped.
“Here...right
now?” Sara squeaked, her face drawn up in fear.
“Oh yeah, right
now. Turn around and put your hands on the seat of the bike.”
Sara knew that they
were far enough away from the main road that no one was going to just
wander over to them any minute, but yet they were still out in the
open. There were so many places that a voyeur could hide and observe
Sara's first taste of punishment.
“I won't repeat
myself Sara,” Chris snarled, staring at her with those dark eyes.
She could almost feel his eyes appraising her as if she was a juicy
steak. Sara slowly turned around, placing her hands on the seat of
his bike. Chris put his hands under her thighs, pulling backwards so
that her rear slammed into him. Sara realized that she was in a very
compromising position. Her ass was held up in the air, vulnerable
to a very, very angry man.
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