Chapter 2: Doorway Domination
The scarlet lace of her lingerie was a violent shock against the worn wood of his doorway, the fabric so thin he could see the dark peaks of her nipples, hard and pressing. She had one thigh hooked high over the frame, putting the damp, dark triangle of her pussy on blatant display. "Tell me," Rue said, her voice a low command that stripped the air from his lungs. "What filthy thing do you dream about doing to me?" He stammered, his mind a white blank of panic, and when no words came she snatched his wrist, her grip iron-strong, and forced his palm flat against the hot, soaked lace. He felt the startling, intimate heat of her and flinched. "I… I’ve never…" he managed to choke out. A low moan escaped her, her eyes fluttering shut for a second before they snapped open, blazing. "Good," she growled, and shoved him backward with surprising force. He stumbled, the back of his knees hitting the bed, and he fell onto the rumpled sheets. She was on him in an instant, a predator claiming territory, her knees straddling his hips. Her fingers clawed at his shirt, sending plastic buttons pinging across the floor. "That means I get to break in this virgin cock myself." Her hand dove into his pants, wrapping around his already-thickening length, and she squeezed, a brutal, promising pressure. "All mine."