Shower.

"For fucks sake Christina.  Just take the damn dress off!"

"No."

"I won't tell you again.  How the fuck you going to shower in your dress? Take it off.  Or I will. And I can tell you now sweetcheeks,  you don't want me to take it off for you."

The threat was solid within his words. During our argument I had stated that I'll shower in my dress. He had the gall to call me stupid. I was not enjoying the conversation,  and throughout the whole thing I had to have a fascination with the corner of the room.

He was completely naked, I couldn't look. My body was involuntary acting strange and calling out for things I don't understand. I'm much safer with the grey corner. The tile with the dark cracking through it.

"No Jake.  I don't want to. You can't make me."

I heard his feet pound the tiled floor as he stamped his way towards me. As he reached me I flapped my arms around in his direction hoping to still any undressing or hitting from him. I didn't know where I was aiming as I refused to look at his naked self.

"What the fuck... Stop it! Fuck! Aah, bitch."

I realise he wasn't trying because within seconds of his final word I have been spun around,  my front pushed against the wall and my hair gripped in his hand.

"Calm the fuck down. I'm only getting you to take a God damn shower woman."

As soon as he loosens his grip I'm fighting.  Pushing slapping and kicking.  But before I know it he has me against the wall once again,  my arms are harshly twisted and held high on my back. My sweat streaked cheek pushed against the wall.

His hot breath against my ear and his body pressed against mine. I can feel his hardness press into the bottom of my back as he whispers to me. "I'm trying so hard not to touch you the way I want to.  Stop acting like a princess."

I don't answer him. My body is playing a game with my mind, and I'm trying so hard to make sure my mind wins.

His lips trail the back of my neck as he moves. He doesn't kiss me, just drags his lips across the bare skin.

Then his hand is at the hem of my dress, his fingertips just grazing the skin of my thigh. He fulls the fabric up, and bunches it in a tight fist above my backside,  causing the dress to tighten everywhere else.

I feel the first button pop. It flies away as if happy to be free from it's restrictions.

He's breathing heavily now. His hands grip the cheeks of my bottom before pulling my white panties upwards, causing them to slide between my cheeks as a thong would and dig in.

He pushes himself against me and grinds once before dragging the material down my legs.

My heart is pounding.  And I feel as though I can't breath properly. Is this what it's supposed to be like? It's too intense. I don't know how to respond.  My instinct is to fight, but he has my arms restrained in a way that if I struggle I'll be in huge amounts of pain.

He replaces the hand holding my arms with his chest. Using his weight to hold my arms in place he strokes up the sides of my body, from my thighs, over my hips and stomach to the sides of my breast, pulling the material of my dress as he goes.

Then with no warning he turns me, quickly slamming my back against the wall. Grabbing either side of the opening of the dress he pulls. His big muscles flexing as he rips the dress from my body. Then unclips the front clasp of my bra with two fingers as quick as blinking. 

I'm naked.

His eyes are dark and hooded as he looks my body over. I now realise this probably means he's excited. His Penis looks as if it's about to burst. And I have no idea what to do...

He steps back. "Get in that fucking shower now before I do something we'll both regret."

I scurry over quickly, realising I'm going to have to start listening when he warns me. I press a button on the shower. Then another, then another. Nothings happening and I feel as though I'm about to cry.

I'm suddenly shoved into the corner of the cubicle and his large body joins the small space.  He clicks two buttons and the shower starts.

I can't help watching as the spray hits his face and runs down his body. He takes up too much room. There is nowhere else to cast my eyes. What harm will looking do.

I watch as the water trickled down his face first. How droplets get caught in his hair before dropping freely only to get caught in his long dark lashes. I watch the droplets on his lips. Why do they take so long to roll away. It's as if they don't want to leave the comfort of the soft plump mouth.

It's his tongue that finally removes the one that has my attention.  Gently swiping across the lip, capturing the lone drop of water and slowly taking it back into his mouth.

It makes my stomach clench.

I continue to examine how the water falls against his body. I watch streams run down his muscled abs, right down his stomach where his hair begins as if in an arrow pointing downwards. I shoot my gaze back up and take in details of the black tribal tattoo. It starts below his ear, the thick dark curls of the art twisting and turning down his neck, shoulder and the length of his arm.

It finishes with sharp points at his knuckles.  Part of his hand covered in the intricate pattern. The hand that is currently wrapped around that body part.

The part that makes my womanly area swim in it's own wetness. I watch as he slides his fist up the length of his big thick hard peice.

I quickly look back up to his face.

He's watching me.

He's watched me watching him.

I've never felt so confused and humiliated.  I look away, but his growl quickly gets my attention.

"Watch." he tells me.

I turn my back on him, forcing myself to press into the wet tiles of the stall.

He's not playing.  He quickly turns me back around.  Grabbing both wrists he holds them high above my head against the tiled wall with his large hand.

It's easy for him to hold me in place. My nipples quickly harden while my private place clenches, the juices running quick. A small moan escapes me and I clench my legs together in hope of the feeling leaving me.

He won't allow it. While holding my wrists with one hand he continues to pump his huge member with the other. He pushes a knee between my thighs and spreads my legs. The clenching and aching now intensifies.

He pumps himself faster, his breath coming hard and heavy. Keeping his knee in place to keep my legs spread he comes closer. The tip of his monster almost touching me.

But he doesn't touch me that way. He continues to please himself.  His fist tight in hard, fast strokes. He only holds me in place.  My body drowning in a sweet torment I'll never understand, the word leaves me without me knowing what it means.

"Please..."