Song for this chapter: Jealous sea - Meg Myers

[Strong Mature Content]

My chest is pressed firmly against the cold marble shower wall-- My back is arched with my back end pressed into Nate. His muscular abdomen is pressed against my back, forcing us together like a mismatched puzzle piece. His fingers laced around my throats, pulling my head back from my cold marble, his other hand was between my thighs with two fingers pumping in and out of my hole.

"Fuck," I whimpered-- pulling my head as back as I could to breath.

His grip loosened around my throat, his fingers glided up my neck and into the thick wet hair on my head. His fingers entangled into my blonde locks before he began to twist and pull. The feeling was a lot more accelerating then being choked nearly to death. Don't get me wrong choking is fun but not in this position. I purred at the pleasure, swaying my hips back and forth

"Are you sure about this," Nate panted, using his leg to push my legs further apart.

"Yes," I hissed, "God, stop treating me like I'm some virgin."

"Shut up," Nate howled, ripping my head back forcefully by my hair.

I stood silently, allowing the sound of the shower to consume me into a trance of pleasure and pain. There was something off with Nate right now-- It was like when sex was involved he became a monster. I wasn't afraid of him or the demons that lingered inside of his head, but I felt an overwhelming urge to help him.

Nate shifted behind me, his fingers were now removed from inside of me leaving me feeling hollow and empty. My core begged for more pleasure. Which was received by the feeling his tip rubbing against my clit. I pressed my cheek to the wall, anticipating the feeling of becoming his fully. The tip of his cock pressed at my hole-- the pressure wanting me to come undone. I gasped-- buckling my hips against him.

"Careful now," Nate teased, "There is plenty more to come."

It wasn't my fault. This was the only time I had ever felt this much pleasure during any sexual encounters of mine. I wanted him to tell me what to do. I wanted him to tell me exactly what he needed. The brush of his cock made me want to beg for so much more.

"Please," I whimpered, swaying my hips further and further.

By the time we finally start fucking the water will surely be cold.

His index finger brushes over my clit softly, before his cock pushes inside of me slowly. It hurt-- it hurt a lot. But it hurt in a good way. The feeling of such fullness sent me into overdrive. But it didn't stop he kept pushing it in and then slowly back out. And soon he was rocking back and forth steadily, leaving me a drooling mess. His grip tightened on my hair pulling my head back once more, his other hand moved up from my hip to grip around my throat.

"What am I to you?" Nate growled.

"You are mine," I whimpered out between shaky breaths.

"Good," Nate purred, sinking his teeth into the skin of my neck.

Nate released my hair and placed his hand on the side of my head slamming it into the marble. What the fuck.

"You fucking whore," Nate growled, thrusting into me harder. "You are mine."

This was too far. This wasn't sexy-- he was hurting me badly.

"Nate," I whined, "Nate, you're hurting me."

He didn't flinch, his hand stayed on the side of my head firmly holding against the wall. I tried my best to wiggle free but Nate's strength outmatched me in every possible way.

"Nate," I cried out banging my hands against the wall.

His hand pulled away from my head and his weight stepped away from me, I sunk to the floor of the shower feeling completely worthless. What the fuck had just happened.

"I'm so sorry," Nate pleaded.

"What the fuck," I hissed, tucking my knees up to my chest.

"I don't know what happened," Nate choked out, leaning against the opposite shower wall. "I am so sorry Lily."

I stood up slowly-- shutting the shower water off.

"I will let you take out your frustrations on me. But when I say you're hurting me. You stop," I growled, stepping in front of him.

He stared down at me in confusion, two seconds ago I was on the ground processing what had happened and now I was pissed off. Standing in front of the muscular boy. I reached forward, placing my hand on his cheek. Nate sunk into my embrace, pressing his cheek against my hand.

"You're fucked in the head you know that," I mocked, pulling my hand away from his cheek and lacing it in his hair.

I gripped at his dark strands of hair, pulling his head to the side to place my lips on the side of his neck-- my teeth sunk into the flesh of his skin causing a wince from Nate's lips. I licked at the skin softly, taking in the taste of him. Nate let out a small moan when my hand reached out over his body dragging my fingertips over every part of him.

"I know," Nate admitted.

"Who am I to you?" I hissed, wrapping my small hand around Nate's neck holding his hand against the wall.

"My everything," Nate moaned, "Fuck this is hot."

"We should move this to the bedroom. A soft bed might be a good thing," I joked, placing a gentle kiss on Nate's lips.

"I'm sorry about that," Nate breathed, running his hand over the swollen spot on my head.