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Authors name: jbkestrel (babarusa3@hotmail.com)
Story title : Jess, in the Bedroom, with a Rope
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Jess, in the Bedroom, with a Rope
By jbkestrel (babarusa3@hotmail.com)
***
Jess Mariano was pleased with himself when he finally
gave it to Rory Gilmore. In his opinion, it had been a
long time coming. Sure, Rory was slender and very
pretty, with long, brown hair and innocent eyes, but it
didn't matter how special she was.
A guy could only spend so much time holding a girl's
hand. He'd lost track of the times he had taken her to
Luke's apartment, over the diner. He'd get her stretched
out on the couch. She always looked amazing. She'd be
like, "So did you read such and such? What did you
think?"
She always wanted to know what he thought. She'd stare
at him, her eyes wide. He'd try to answer, but all he
wanted was to rip off her clothes. After a while, he'd
sort of get on top of her. She was small, and very soft.
She gave him dry, little girl kisses. If he tried to put
his tongue in her mouth, she'd turn her head. If he put
his hand under her shirt, she'd shove it away. If he
tried to take her hand, and put it on his crotch, she'd
say it was time to go home. Home to her mother. What the
hell did she think, that it was 1950? She was nuts.
He knew she wanted him. He could tell. Her voice got
soft and breathy when he touched her. He could see the
wanting in the distant blue of her eyes. Those
incredible eyes would blur, and she'd get vague and a
little silly. Sometimes she'd get a cute little crease
in her forehead, and he'd be sure she was thinking about
him. She was thinking about what it would be like. He
kept after her, pushing, and finally she said yes. He
knew she was just curious, and didn't really think she
was ready. He didn't care. He wanted to fuck her, and
one rainy night, while her mother was away, he did.
They undressed in the semi-darkness of her bedroom. Rory
sat on the edge of her bed, shivering in the cold, her
nipples tight little points. She looked scared, and in a
weird way, that turned him on. She should be scared. He
shoved her back against the pillows, and watched her
breasts jiggle. "Open your legs," he said roughly. He
was looking at her bush. She didn't have much hair.
She sort of looked like a little girl. He was painfully
hard.
"Jess?" Her voice was high. He climbed up on the bed,
shoving her legs apart. He was done talking. All they'd
done for months and months was talk. "Jess!" Rory said
breathlessly. There was a spatter of rain against the
window.
He grabbed her hips, dragging her closer. He reached
down, and gave his thickened penis a couple of stokes.
He forced it into her tight cunt. Her back arched, and
her head whacked the headboard. She grunted. She clawed
the mattress, trying to push herself away from him. He
pulled on her thighs, getting her legs up, jamming
himself in deep. She was so tight. The sensation was
incredible. He was the first guy to be inside her. He
loved the idea of that.
It was like he was splitting her open.
Rory whimpered. She started to struggle. She thrashed
her legs, and tried to twist away. Jess wasn't going to
let her escape, not now. There was no way she was
getting out from under him. He caught her wrists and
shoved her arms over her head. He used his weight to
hold her in place. He thrust into her, banging her head
against the headboard. She fought him. She was so small.
It was easy to hold her down. He was thinking that she
looked great, when she struggled like that. He was
thinking that it would be cool if he had something to
tie her up with. Maybe next time.
"I don't ever want to see you again," she said
afterwards. "Don't you come near me!"
"Whatever." He got out his cigarettes. As soon as he
went outside, he'd light up. She was scrunched up by the
headboard, shaking, with her arms wrapped around her
legs. In his mind, he could see her wrapped up in ropes,
tied down. Helpless. Only her eyes would move, they'd be
huge and scared. He started to get hard again. "C'mere,"
he said.
"Go away!" she cried, and got to her feet. Jess grabbed
her hair, and pulled her over to the armchair.
"No!" She was such a girl. She struck him with her
little fists. It didn't hurt at all. He folded her over
the arm of the chair, and spanked her pale ass. She
screamed, and he shoved her face into the cushions. Jess
had already gotten dressed. He just unzipped his jeans,
and got out his dick. He thrust it into her from behind,
not her ass, not yet, he was saving that for another
time.
He shoved himself in deep, at the same time winding a
hand in her long, dark hair. With his other hand, he
hung onto her hip. He got a good rhythm going. He'd pull
out part way, and then come back hard, driving into her.
With every thrust, Rory's whole body jumped. She tossed
and moaned. He was controlling her with his cock, almost
holding her up. After a while, her struggles got weaker.
When he'd blown his load a second time, he pulled out
for good, making a sticky sound. He zipped up.
"Rory?" He jabbed her with his finger. She'd passed out.
He rubbed her butt, cupping her cheek with his hand.
There wasn't a mark on her. He was thinking he'd like to
tattoo his name there, so she would never forget him. He
picked her up and dumped her in her bed. She was pale
and quiet. She wasn't staring at him, and asking him
questions. One of her arms had fallen off the edge of
the bed. He picked it up and arranged it in a gentle arc
over her head. He folded her other arm across her
stomach. He fixed her legs so they were drawn up and
slightly bent. He didn't want her pubic hair to show. He
wanted her to look like a sleeping angel.
He let himself out of the house. He stood on the veranda
and smoked. It was wet, and he didn't want to ruin a
cigarette in the rain. He watched the water drip from
the eaves troughs. He was thinking about how he'd gotten
a piece of Rory Gilmore. She could never get it back.
*
The next morning, Rory didn't show up at the diner with
her mother. Jess wondered what was going on. "Where is
she?" he asked Lorelai.
Lorelai gave him a look. You bitch, Jess thought. Don't
look at me like that. What had Rory said? Would she
tell? He'd already gotten her to lie to her mom, about
all kinds of things. It had been neat to see what he
could make Rory do. It was like he was separating her
from her mom, inserting himself between them. It was
stupid the way Rory and Lorelai thought they were so
close. There was no point to it. In his opinion, it made
Rory immature. Besides, Rory should answer to him, now.
Lorelai shrugged. "She's staying home today. She has the
flu."
"Huh." He raised an eyebrow. Rory never skipped school.
"Maybe later I'll take her some soup."
"Don't tire her out," Lorelai said. "She doesn't feel
well."
"Never." He gave Lorelai a big smile. She looked
surprised.
He tried the back door. It was locked, which was
strange, because no one ever locked their door in Stars
Hollow. He picked the lock and went into the kitchen. He
had a bag of stuff he'd gotten from the hardware store,
rope mostly. He put it on the kitchen table. He thought
she might be watching TV. He checked the living room.
She wasn't there. She wasn't in her bedroom either.
Where the hell was she? He noticed that the pillow from
her bed was missing. Then he noticed that by her closet,
there was a pile of stuff on the floor, shoes and shit.
He opened the closet door. She was curled up in a ball,
hugging her pillow. "You're weird," he said. "Come out
of there."
"Get away from me," she said.
"What's your problem?" He crouched down.
She turned away so that she was facing the wall. "Please
don't."
"Don't what?" he asked. "Come on, let's fuck."
"No!" she said. "I hate you."
"Whatever." He grabbed her arm, and pulled her out of
the closet. "I didn't come over here to look at you in
your Ally McBeal pajamas. Take them off."
"I will not!" Rory looked up at him. Her face was white.
"If you don't, I will," Jess said. She didn't move.
"Fine, be that way." He undressed her, and she just sat
there and let him do it. He unbuttoned the top, and
shoved it off her shoulders. When he saw her little tits
again, in the daylight, he got hard. He played with her
breasts. He made her stand up so he could pull down the
bottoms. He even took off her socks. He wanted her to be
totally naked. "You look good," he said. "We're going to
try something new today."
"I don't want to," Rory said. "You hurt me."
"It's always like that the first time. I'll make you
have an orgasm today. Then you'll be begging for more."
"I don't think so," Rory said.
He shoved her back on the bed. She lay there stiffly,
watching him. He got out the rope, and wound it a couple
of times around each of her delicate wrists. He looped
it around the bedposts, and pulled it tight. Her arms
sprang out, and she struggled a little, but she was
lashed to the bed, and there was nothing she could do.
He tied a band of rope around each of her thighs,
securing Rory to the bed frame with no way to close her
legs. He tied her ankles to either corner of the bed.
There was a little give, so she could squirm. It was
pretty when she squirmed. But she could never get free.
She was spread eagle, and her cunt was on display, it
was the center of everything. She looked up at him, her
eyes wide and scared. "I'm going to scream." She was
breathing heavy, straining, trying to bring her thighs
together.
"Thanks for reminding me." He opened the top dresser
drawer and found a pair of her panties. He stuffed them
in her mouth, poking them all the way in until she
gagged. From his supplies, he got out a roll of tape. He
ripped off a hunk, and put it over her mouth. Rory had
always been this pure little princess. Everyone thought
she was too good for him. They even said so. There was
something very powerful in degrading her like this. He
could do anything he wanted to her. "First, I'm going to
fuck you," he said. "But I will make you come, later."
She looked away, and that made him mad. "Look at me," he
said roughly. He pinched her boob, and she groaned. Then
he stuck his hand between her legs. She started to
struggle. He found her nub, and rubbed it with his
finger. "I can make you wet," he said. "Then you'll want
it." He rubbed her for a bit, but she wasn't even trying
to enjoy it. "Screw you," he said. He undressed and
climbed on top of her.
He'd promised to make her come, but after he balled her,
he wasn't in the mood. She was pissing him off, kind of,
with her crying. It was infuriating. He left her tied up
on the bed.
Barefoot, wearing just his jeans, he padded into the
kitchen. He opened the refrigerator. There was nothing
to eat. Typical. He would have gone back to the diner,
but it had taken a while to get her rigged up like that.
He wasn't ready to untie her yet, and couldn't leave her
alone, just in case. What he was wishing was that he had
a vibrator. Then he could stick it up inside her, and
watch TV while she amused herself.
He went back to her room and looked at her. When she saw
him in the doorway, she made a sound. She lifted her
head, and looked at him with enormous eyes. "Does Polly
want a cracker?" he asked, grinning. He went in and sat
beside her on the bed. "I'm going to tie you up every
time. In different positions. We'll try them all."
Rory's head fell back against the mattress. She closed
her eyes. Jess started to massage her breast, his hand
going in a circle. She tried to pull away, but she
couldn't go anywhere. He tweaked her nipple, and her
eyes flew open. He put his hand between her legs, found
her nub, and started to massage that. She shook her
head, making a noise. "Relax," he said. "Look, I'll make
you come, okay? But you have to stop being such a
bitch."
He crawled up between her legs, and started to eat her
out. It was just another thing. He didn't have a problem
with it. He licked up, and dabbed her clit, like a cat.
She was moving, and making noise. She had no control
over her body. He liked it that he was forcing her to
come whether she wanted to or not. Her breath became
ragged, and her body tensed. He could feel her muscles
contracting. It didn't take very long before there was a
big spasm, and then she was wet, all over his tongue.
He got up, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. He
ripped off the tape, and pulled the panties out of her
mouth. "Please let me up," she gasped.
It made him angry. "Is that all you have to say?"
"What do you want?"
"You could say thank you."
"Thank you," she said quickly.
He started to untie her. It took a while. When he was
done, she got to her feet. She looked a little rocky.
There was a moment, where she was looking at him and he
thought she was going to kiss him. Suddenly, she darted
for the door. He grabbed her. She was naked and sweaty.
Slippery. He pulled her back into the room. "What the
hell is your problem?"
"Let me go," she begged, struggling. She tried to peel
his arms away from her waist.
"I could slap you," he said. "Are you going to run out
in the street naked?"
"Please let me go!"
"Not until you calm down."
"Please!"
"Are you going to say anything?" he said in her ear. He
was holding her tight. Rory went limp. She shook her
head. He turned her around and gripped her shoulders. He
looked in her eyes. "I don't believe you." He picked up
a piece of rope. He gestured. She hesitated, but then
she turned around. He started to tie her wrists behind
her back.
"I won't say anything," she said softly, her head bent.
He tied a rope around her waist, and drew it though her
legs. He made her get down on the floor, on her stomach.
He brought the rope up through her butt cheeks, between
her wrists. He bent her legs, and used the rope to tie
off her ankles. He looped it around her neck a couple of
times. He taped her mouth.
"You can't move a muscle," he said. "You'll hurt
yourself, and that will be your fault. Just stay there,
and see what it feels like when you don't do what I
say."
He went into the living room, and turned on the TV. It
was still early. He had all day. He decided to let her
stew in her own juices for a while. Later, he'd fuck her
some more. Rory could be such a baby.
The End
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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