Free Explicit Instruction by Scarlett Finn Page B

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    ‘I’m sorry,’ she said. ‘When the rain started, and the lightening, and with the mud. I didn’t have anything on my feet.’
    He got hold of her and pulled her up to the tips of her toes, flattening her against the wall.
    Flick mumbled and blinked into darkness but Rushe’s hand covered her mouth holding her against the wall.
    ‘ You like it here?’ he snarled. No lights were on but she didn’t need to see him. ‘I told you to take a hike. I was never supposed to see you again.’
    With his usual finesse, he released her, and she collapsed to the floor. Flick wasn’t surprised by his actions, and his brusqueness was almost familiar. The lamp came on and she held up a hand to block the bright intrusion. Flick got back up to her feet. Rushe paced the width of the room in front of the door; again, he clenched and unclenched his fists.
    ‘Can I go and get cleaned up?’
    Rushe stopped pacing. ‘Take off your clothes.’
    ‘Excuse me?’
    ‘Now,’ he rumbled.
    Flick’s tiredness lessened as she observed him; his chin down, his eyes black, his short, shallow breaths. He made demands, yet she felt powerful. This man wanted something he’d only get if she complied. He’d proved that he wouldn’t take it by force.
    After the disastrous day, t his was the comfort Flick needed, and this was the way Rushe could offer it to her. After unzipping her jeans, she unbuttoned the shirt, and let it drop. Flick removed one top, and then the other, peeling back the layers with excruciating diligence.
    His fin gers began to flex again, and Flick knew he wanted her to move faster. But with his eyes on hers Flick very slowly pushed her jeans down, and stepped out of them, kicking off the dirty socks in the process. In front of him completely naked, she let him look his fill.
    ‘Turn around.’
    When his voice rumbled and his lips didn’t move she got chills, but she did as told. Without seeing him she knew he was examining this new angle of her as intently as the first.
    Rushe made no noise when he moved closer; the first she knew was the crushing hold of his hands on her ass. He squeezed and stroked her, then drew his hand down between her cheeks until he reached her clit. His other arm came around her, and he gripped her breast.
    Two of his fingers slid into her, then a third in and out. Compelling her forward he pushed her to the wall, while his fingers still worked in and out of her.
    ‘You want more of this?’ he growled into her ear, the humidity of his breath dampened her hair. ‘You dirty little whore, you’re soaking me. You like this?’
    But from how she squirmed against him there could be no denying how amazing Rushe made her feel. Then his hand was gone.
    ‘Put your hands on the wall,’ he said yanking her hips back until she was bent to ninety degrees.
    ‘Rushe—‘
    He smacked her rear. ‘I don’t want to hear from you. I’m gonna fuck you good. Fuck some sense into that pretty little head of yours. I don’t want to hear one sound from you, not one single sound.’
    Reaching between h er legs, he pinched her clit. Flick’s knees wanted to buckle but he kicked her feet apart and pulled his buttons open. She heard him access the drawer, and then the rustle of the condom packet being torn. Her vague awareness of his hand landing on the wall above her dissipated when within a second he plunged into her. This wasn’t slow like the last time; he rammed himself into her right to the hilt with one thrust.
    Her insides screamed and he battered her cervix with every advance , but he got faster, harder, propelling himself into her. Then he stopped. Deep inside her he stopped and she wanted to ask why but didn’t dare.
    ‘Do you feel that ?’ he growled, lowering himself to speak into her hair while his hands groped around at her breasts. ‘You feel my dick in you? Does your pussy like that?’ He twiddled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. ‘Speak.’
    ‘Yes,’ she