[Fiction] Bad Boy

[Trick]

Riley always like bad boys.

Leather jackets. Motorcycles. Rules are meant to be broken.

But Dean, Dean was the baddest of them all. And Riley, Riley was hopelessly head over heels.

They had been dating for about a month. Dean was still 'the new kid', but he had gained some respect for himself. His muscular build and dangerous appearance generally dissuaded anyone talking to him, but that was fine by him. He was the strong and silent type anyway. Riley had caught his eye in the lunch hall and the two ended up sitting together and chatting. One thing led to another and they were considered one of the most attractive couples in school, even if no-one admitted it.

It was after school, while the two were 'studying' at Dean's house when things got interesting. Dean was adopted, but his foster parents were never around and only used him for the benefit money. Despite this, Dean always seemed to have a fair bit of money himself. So he rented his first apartment at 17, right in the center of the city.

Dean was lying on the bed and Riley was next to him, casually playing with his dark brown scruffy hair. Dean pretended not to notice, staring into the textbook in front of him. Eventually, Riley grew bored and huffed, rolling over and crossing her arms.
"What is it?"
Dean asked, finally granting her the attention she craved.
"Well.. It's been a month. I just thought we... would be further.. in our relationship by now."
Riley murmured, blue eyes full of longing.
Dean turned to face her, putting his face in front of hers.
"I told you. You aren't ready. I don't want to push you into anything you aren't prepared for."
Riley rolled her eyes at this. It's just sex. I've had sex before. Just not with you yet.
"I am ready."
She snapped.
Dean looked at her closely. She was a year younger than him, but looked like she could still be a pre-teen. She had a baby face, soft dowy eyes and long wavy blonde hair that reached down to her breasts. She was short, almost 5'2 while he was 6'5. And her body. She was curvy in all the right places. Her skin was flawless. Her bra a perky and full D cup. And that ass...
Dean could feel a semi against his jeans just thinking about the things he wanted to do.
"You need to promise you won't leave me."
He spoke, perhaps a bit to harshly. Riley's eyes flashed with fear, but then she nodded anyway, shifting in the bed.
Dean grinned despite himself, shrugging of his hoodie and taking off the belt to his pants.

[Trick]

He started off simple. They were both naked now and he was on top of her, running his hands across her chest, belly, down to her most intimate places. He could feel her already wet, the inside of her thighs. He rubbed his fingers between the lips of her pussy, flicking the little clit ever so gently. Riley moaned hopelessly. A sensitive one I see.

First one finger slipped in. Easy. Then two, a bit of a stretch. Riley was biting her lip to stop herself from panting and Dean felt every movement he made with his hard-on against the bed covers.
"Do you want more?"
He whispered, ever the gentleman. Riley nodded desperately, grinding against his hand desperate for more stimulation. She gasped in disappointment as he pulled out, and again in surprise when he plunged himself in.

His dick was bigger than she thought it would be. 7 and a half inches to be exact. He was clean shaven and perfect in every way, just like her. Their smooth bodies slammed against each other when he rode her, pounding her deep and fast. He was so caught up in the moment he forget he was supposed to be taking it slow, forgot he was with his girlfriend. Her squeals of pain didn't register until he reached his climax and shot his load inside. He panted in exhaustion, still inside her but hunched over, his weight holding her down. He didn't even know if she came.

"Dean what the hell!!"
Riley screamed, tears in her eyes. She pushed his shoulders and Dean pulled himself out, his penis finally coming to a rest.
"What?"
He asked, not really paying attention and still recovering from the euphoria.
"That fucking hurt."
Riley growled, though slightly quieter than before. She swung her legs off the bed, cringing in pain, and stood to her shaky feet. She looked around for her clothes and grabbed her bright orange tank top, black lace bra and denim shorts. When she looked up she saw her panties. Dean was holding them up to his face, inhaling the scent. He finally looked up and saw Riley's expression.
"I told you you weren't ready."
He laughed with a cocky tone and didn't pay attention to her for a second. He got dressed, back into his blue jeans and black shirt.
"I was.. I just. You're big."
Riley muttered, wiping her tears off her cheeks.
"You promised you wouldn't leave me."
Dean smirked, still dangling the panties in his fingers. Riley was a bit confused. What does he want from me.. She took a step forward, to snatch her panties back, but Dean held them out of her reach.
"I'll see you at school tomorrow babe."
He crunched them up in a ball and pushed them down the front of his pants, into his boxers. Riley didn't say anything else. She pulled up her shorts without them and shrugged her bag onto her back. Every step she took was painful, and Dean could tell by the look on her face. He held open the door for her as she left the apartment and locked it behind.

[Fantage]

Dean sounds naughty... I'd give anything to be Riley.

[Trick]

Just like Dean said, they met the next day at school. He had waited at her locker and he could tell by just looking at her that she was uncomfortable with his presence there. As she approached him he smiled, kissing her on the cheek.
"Hey babe, sorry about last night."
She flinched at his touch, crossing her arms in front of her defensively but Dean's look was almost pathetic and he seemed so genuine. Maybe he was just caught up in the moment. Riley couldn't help but forgive him.
"It's fine.. It was my fault, really. I said I was ready."
Her face softened and she smiled, returning to her usual casual self and opening her locker. She only had a couple of minutes until the bell. Dean helped her with her books as they walked down the hall.

Everything was fine again, until lunchtime. They sat at their usual table by themselves.
"I was wondering if you wanted to stay at my place tonight?"
Dean questioned, interrupting the flow of their conversation.
"Like... Overnight?"
Riley instantly grew nervous, especially since the previous experience she had in that apartment. But.. She also wanted to prove to him that she was a good girlfriend. She was worried he was losing interest. Dean had been talking to girls from his own year.
"Yeah, it's Friday. We could go out before maybe.. I want to make it up to you."
Riley beamed. It sounded perfect.
"Of course!"
Dean looked at her, his face full of mischief.
"I have one condition though.. I get to pick what you wear."
Riley was puzzled, but curious. Sure. Why not? Whatever he wants.
"Okay.."
Dean clapped his hands together.
"Great! I'll meet you at your locker after school!"

Riley had no idea how Dean would find her an outfit before school ended. She thought about it while in class, about the little 'date' they had planned. He could be such a romantic sometimes.

Brriiiingg

The bell. End of school. Finally. Riley practically ran to her locker, but stopped when she saw him in the corridor. She was about to shout him over, but then she saw who he was talking to. Those girls. She gritted her teeth and tried to act casual, walking the rest of the way to her locker and waiting there. I knew I wasn't good enough. She lost sight of him while caught in her thoughts, and was confused to where he went. Did he leave with those girls?

No. Beep. She got a text.

Originally Posted by Dean

hey babe change of plans xxx meet in bathroom

Great. Riley huffed, walking down the now empty halls to the bathroom stalls. There was no one around when she arrived. Maybe he was inside? But the ladies or the gents?
She walked into the ladies. She needed to freshen up anyways. It was eerily quite and she almost screamed when a pair of hands grabbed her from behind.

"Dammit Dean you scared the shit out of me! What are you doing in here?"
He was grinning like an idiot, brandishing some bags from some top brands.
"I've got you your clothes, silly!"
He twirled around, dumping the bags on the surface next to the sinks. He shuffled through them, glancing back after a moment.
"Come on. Take those things off."
Riley hesitated again. What would someone think if they came in? She had to remind herself that the school was practically empty now, before slipping out of her jeans and top.
When Dean turned around he smiled. He held her out two items. One was a skin tight leather skirt and the other was a glistening low cut top. They looked... different to what she usually wore, but she tried them on just for him.

The skirt was short. Really short, about two sizes two small. When she bent over the slightest bit it would ride up her ass and show her little red panties. She had to shuffle her feet a bit to walk without being indecent.

The next thing was the top. It was also too small, showing off her belly button when she stretched and revealing her full cleavage when she bent down. The see through lace didn't leave much to the imagination.

"I can't wear this..." Riley murmured. Looking in the mirror. She looked like a prostitute.

"Babe I said I would pick your clothes, that means everything. Take them off."

Riley was confused for a second, but then realisation hit her. He wanted her to take off her panties again and her bra. She couldn't. The skirt was ridiculous and the top was see-through. She would be inviting the whole world to look at her.

"Sorry Dean maybe this wasn't a good idea.." Riley started, picking up her original clothes from the floor. "I mean maybe we can do it again sometime but I really need to go home... And.."

"No. Riley." Dean snapped, voice raising. He started to pace, moving in front of the door. "You promised me."

Riley started to look terrified, seeing the anger in his eyes. She shuffled backwards, voice shaky. "Dean your scaring me, just let me go."

Dean didn't. "Fine. I will just take them off for you, you ungrateful little slut." He growled, moving quickly forward and grabbing her wrist with one hand, slipping the other under her shirt. Riley struggled, but Dean just pushed her back against the wall and held her. He snapped the back of the bra in his effort to take it off, and it fell to the floor. The panties were easier. He just yanked and they ripped, leaving a nice red mark on her ass.

When he was finished he pushed her down to the floor, where she lay sobbing. "See? Was that so difficult?" Dean picked up the ruined undergarments and shoved them in a bag, but not before taking a whiff.

When he turned back to face the crying mess, he held a couple of items in his hands. All of them made Riley want to gag.
"Almost finished, babe."

[Trick]

Riley was kicking and thrashing, her screams muffled by her boyfriends hand clamped over her mouth. She didn't know how long she had been in here for. They hadn't heard anyone in a while.

"Look, babe. Just sit still okay? Why are you making this so difficult?"
Dean was frustrated now. He had thought this would be over now. Eventually, he gave up trying to be nice about it. He slammed her dainty little body flat against the floor, using the hand that had covered her mouth to grip her neck. With her mouth finally free, she yelled. It only lasted a minute until she was to busy coughing and straining for air. Dean dug his knee into her stomach, making her convulse into a ball. She wanted to puke. Everything hurt.

One of the things she had been resisting was a dildo. It was an average size, black. The sort that vibrated and had a little controller to change the setting. With the girl incapacitated, Dean had the chance to put his hand under her slutty skirt and force it up there. She twisted and squealed like a pig, but there was nothing she could do about it.

The next thing was a butt plug, bigger than anything she had tried before. She was flipped over, face smashed into the cold ground. Dean grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them a part, pushing the plug in not to gently. This also had a vibrating option, it seemed.

Everything about her body ached. Dean turned her again, facing in front of her. The last thing was a little camera that clipped to the front of her shirt. If you hadn't known, it could have looked like a broach or a pin. Riley was unaware, but the camera also had a tracking system. Dean would know where she was every second.

He at last stepped away from her. She looked a wreck. Her makeup was smeared all over her face because she had been crying, red marks started to show on her skin which would soon turn to bruises, her tits and ass were shamelessly exposed.

"Get up."
Dean spoke to her almost calmly, looking down on her with his arms crossed. She didn't at first, she was dazed and crying. Dean soon sorted this, by forcing his boot into her stomach.
"I said get up, lazy bitch."
Riley tried then, her whole body shaking and her legs refusing to move. She clung to the wall, eventually standing. Her body burned, her ass especially.

[Hagiology]

This story romps along at a fair old pace - The sadomasochistic literary equivalent of an action packed cartoon. The almost staccato style sentences suit the fast pace well. The introduction was fairly clumsy but the story was redeemed by the subsequent unpredictable and well-written chapters.

Whilst the characters aren't exactly fleshed out, they're not entirely devoid of substance either. There's enough development here to offset the implausibility of the story. I especially like the almost Jekyll and Hyde nature of Dean with his contrasting soft and sadistic side. I am interested to see how the two characters develop.

Overall, an intriguing first few chapters, keep up the good work.

[Wing]

I don't mean to be rude or offensive but I don't like the way he's treating her.
I get it completely that, that's part of the turn on of reading this and I love to read this sort of thing. The only reason I don't like it is because one second he's acting like he really cares about her and the next he clearly doesn't.
I'm just curious for if he does actually care for her of if she's just his new sex slave.
Sorry if this sounds weird.