Jake.

We're at a friends club at the moment.  It's important you stay with me. It's not a club for innocent eyes. Andrew said we can stay in the private area. It's basically a flat."

"Ok. So what kind of club is it?"

He stood up quickly,  making me jump. "C'mon. We'll get you a shower and some rest. Got a busy day tomorrow."

It doesn't go unnoticed that he didn't answer me, but a shower sounds heavenly. "Ok. That sounds grea- wait. You hit me!"

Now I'm angry, and I'm not too sure how to deal with it. I follow him up the narrow staircase and through a bolted door. I'm not about to let this go.

"Excuse me. I think I deserve an answer."

He spun around his hand shoving my chest, forcing me to slam against the now closed door. "Yes. I hit you.  Now shut the fuck up. You talk too much. "

"How dare you hit me. Or push me. You have no right. If you'd of just asked-"

"Listen here princess. Shut up, before I make you. I am warning you.  And if I'd of just asked, you wouldn't of come.  You wouldn't even go for coffee. Little Miss Perfect."

I stand there gobsmacked.  I realise he's right, but that doesn't mean he can force me. And I need answers.

"What's your name?"

"Jake."

"Ok Jake. I have some questions."

"No."

Oh my God.  He can't just tell me no!

"Now, wait a minute.  You need to answer my-"

"For fucks sake Christina.  I've damn warned you.  Shut the hell up."

"How about-"

"Right."

I watched as he stood and removed his tshirt revealing a beautifully muscled torso. Oh dear, my mouth is suddenly producing more saliva and my brain has gone fuzzy. It's when he undoes the button and zip on his jeans that I begin to panic.

I spin around and begin to undo the bolt on the door.

The door is slammed back down before I even have it open an inch. Then his large strong hand is gripped on my upper arm before he drags me across the room to another door. My wriggling around and jerking about not slowing his progress.

He pushed the wooden door open to reveal a tiny bathroom. 

"Stop fucking struggling."

Then with a shove to my back, I'm forced into the room.  Almost tipping over my own feet, I struggle to get my balance.

He follows me in. Shutting the door behind him, I watch as he locks it with a small silver key and then pockets the trinket.

"Take off your dress."

Did he really just say that to me?

"Sorry?"

"Take off your dress."

"No!" my voice coming out a confused high pitch. "You take your dress off."

It was only when I saw he was looking at me like a truly mad person that I realised what I'd said.

"I am pretty sure I'm not wearing a dress darling.  If that's something that you're really into I'll think about it." A smirk on his lips, he answered quite quickly. Why on earth would I want him to wear a dress.

"Clothes I meant.  You take your clothes off."

"Ok." he took the small silver key from his pocket and walked across to the shower cubicle. Placing the key on top of a wooden shelf high up in there.

He then turned towards me and dropped his jeans around his ankles. His large member bounced as if finally free from it's denim prison. I took it all in. It was so big and thick. Veins spread all over.  The head a dark purple. 

I feel myself blush.

He looks at me and wraps one fist around his member. "Now you."