Crossing Boundaries

Reece

Lorna finally emerged from the changing room and walked past me in a huff, causing me to chuckle as I caught up with her.

"Where are you rushing off to? Did you forget I was your ride?" I said with a sly grin.

Frowning at me, she gritted out, "No, I didn't, but I don't want to be seen, especially after what you did to me in there." She walked faster towards my car, tapping her foot as she waited for me to unlock it.

As soon as I did, she flung her bag in the back and got in the front, closing the door in my face. I slid into the driver's seat, closed my door, and started up the engine. Glancing at her sideways, I could see the scowl on her face, with her arms crossed over her chest.

I couldn't help but laugh. She was so damn cute when she was mad, or maybe she was sexually frustrated. Her little puppy dog eyes had almost got me back there. I almost caved, more than once. The way she rode my face when I ate her out, the way she squirmed when my thumb slipped inside her puckered hole. Her mouth said she didn't like it, but her body said otherwise.

Thoughts of her body consume my mind - the image of her juices flowing down her legs,her pussy grinding on my face while gripping my fingers, the sounds of her moans, her intimate contact with me. When I looked up, all I could see was her ass, her enticing entrance tempting me. The desire to shove my cock into her hole was overwhelming; a desire I have never experienced before. With Lorna, I wanted to explore every possibility.

Her irresistible allure drives me wild and triggers me with lust and explicit thoughts. How could I have kept these emotions hidden for so long? As soon as we confessed our feelings, a dark desire possessed me, craving to possess her completely. I know she is angry with me for not allowing her to finish, but she needed to be taught a lesson. The way she looked at my dad and whispered "daddy" under her breath, triggered me, it was the perfect opportunity to discipline her. I am the only one she should refer to as "daddy."

I so was tempted to fuck her raw, I had to resist the urge as I am unsure if she is on contraception. I'm not ready to be a father and I'm pretty sure she's not ready to be a mother, no doubt she'll be an amazing one in the future.

I suppose it wasn't entirely fair to treat her that way, especially given the frustration I've been carrying around. Yesterday, when her dad pulled me aside for a conversation, he dropped a bombshell—someone had broken into Lorna's mom's clinic. They vandalized a picture frame of Lorna, stole her photo, and took some of her records. It wasn't random; it felt personal.

Her dad asked me to keep it quiet. They didn't know who was responsible—at least, that's what he said—but he insisted I keep a close eye on her at all times. I could see the worry in his eyes, and I knew her parents were scared for her. Lorna didn't seem fully convinced by their explanation, though. I noticed it in the way she looked at her mom, whose anxiety was written all over her face. Her parents even texted me last night and again this morning, just to check if she was alright.

Now, I feel like an absolute prick for how I acted, punishing her like that. But I can't let on how freaked out I really am, or Lorna will know something's up.

To keep my fear from showing, I've channeled it into being more dominant with her, expressing my arousal to hide the anxiety. It's strange, I know, but I constantly need to have her by my side, in my sight. I feel like it's my responsibility to protect her, no matter what.

"Can you give me a ride home, please?" she asks, her voice low. Still annoyed, I see.

"Nope, sorry, dimples," I reply casually, keeping my eyes on the road. "We're meeting the gang and going bowling." I turn onto the highway, heading toward town.