Proserpina
It had been ages since I danced, I thought, smiling up at the young man. The last time was when I went out with my girlfriends.
The sensation of moving to the beat was therapeutic and soon I was enjoying myself, laughing at Harding's remarks.
Harding was a good dancer, and although he tried to pull me close at times, I made it obvious that I did not want to be petted and caressed.
I caught sight of Lucien's face; he seemed livid. But I ignored him. Dancing was not his forte, I thought, feeling annoyed at him vaguely.
"Hey, I think I was wrong, you know?" Said Thomas during a lull after we had laughed at some silly joke. "I wish I'd dated you before you met Lucien."
I smiled up at him, puzzled. What did he mean? My former roommate had been inventing stories about me.
"I mean, I heard you had a crush on me!"
I blushed furiously, but before I could refute that, a heavy hand landed on my arm in a punishing grip.
"Are you monopolizing my girl?"
I was pulled away roughly by my lover who stood, swaying slightly as he went on,
'Find your own toy, son' drawled Lucien,' this one belongs to me.'
Thomas appeared flustered but he quickly melted away as Lucien, without leaving my arm, pulled me closer to his hard body and growled,
"Every man in the room has a hard dick because you've been wriggling your f*cking butt and those big tits in such a suggestive way, you sl*t. '
I could not believe that he had said something so hurtful and unfair to me: the people on the dance floor had slowed down
And were listening avidly.
As I gazed up at him in hurt, he continued, through clenched teeth,
"You need to remember who you belong to."
As my face burned with shame at his abusive language, he went on,
'Now sl*t. Dance with me."
Lucien had never spoken to me in such a crude, vulgar way, and I stared at him, tears welling up in my eyes. The flinty look in his eyes scared me. Sensing that something disastrous was about to happen, I whispered,
" Please let's go home, please!'
Lucien was drunk, no doubt about it, but he could hold his drink well, I knew that. Now he was looking for a fight, and I was on the receiving end. He slipped his hand up the slit in my dress, to my utter humiliation, and pulling me closer, he snarled," Dance, damn you."
I moved stiffly as he bent his head and nuzzled my neck. He didn't stop there. With one hand, he kneaded my breast coarsely, squeezing the nipple, and as I begged him softly to stop, he kissed me hard, grinding his mouth on me as though publicly stamping his seal on me.
The entire floor seemed to be watching us. I didn't know why he was enraged, yet I knew that he was furious enough to take me right there, before everyone, and I closed my eyes, tears of humiliation spilling over.
"Enough!" he cried and dragged me off the floor.
***
In the car, he took my face between his hands and kissed me roughly, hurting me and biting my full lips. His hands roved over my body as though seeking to punish me. The chauffeur and the bodyguards stood close by, yet a little distance away from the car, discreetly, with their backs to the car, like sentries on duty while their master serviced himself.
'The...Your men...' I panted as he bit my neck.
"My men won't disturb me." he grunted as he pulled out his stiff member,
' They're loyal. I pay them well. They know when I need a fu*k', he grunted, tearing off my pants with one hand, and I cried out as he thrust a finger into me roughly.
No sound would be audible on the outside, I thought dully as he flipped me over, thrusting himself into my soft, wet womanhood, which dutifully responded to him, flooding him with my juices.
The ragged sounds of his breathing and my whimpering were the only noises in the car as he took me roughly, forcing me to accept his dominance. Pinching my tender nipples after yanking down the bodice, he turned me over and pounded me mercilessly as I gave in to him, arching my hips and surrendering to his power over me.
How we made it home, I will never know. Tottering unsteadily in my boots, I walked ahead of him, clutching the damaged front of my dress. I avoided the eyes of Lucien's men, feeling utterly humiliated.
We were barely inside before he tore off my pretty black dress and made violent love to me, there on the floor in the doorway. He thrust himself into me, uncaring of my desires, biting and squeezing my full breasts.
Afterwards, when he had been satiated, he rolled off my body and raised himself on an elbow, looking down at my face as I lay, fighting for breath. Then, tracing my ravished mouth with a finger almost indifferently, he asked me quietly, in a dangerous tone, mocking me,
'So, my little girl, you had the hots for young Thomas, eh?"
There was something cheap in the way he said it. Sitting up, I looked at him with hurt-filled eyes.
"What if I did?" I cried in anguish, "I was just a young girl!"
I swallowed my pride and went on,
"But you know that the only man I have ever loved is you! Lucien, only you!"
There was no answering declaration of love. The coldness in his eyes frightened me.
Instead, he said curtly, almost as though he was taunting himself,
' But I'm too old for you; you said it yourself, little girl."
And then, brusquely, as though he was repelled by my half-naked state, he ordered,
"For fu*ks sake, go and put on some clothes."
But when I changed and came down to him, he had left.