Content Warning: This chapter contains mature themes, including explicit scenes, strong language, and adult situations. It may not be suitable for younger readers. If you are uncomfortable with such content, please skip this chapter.
Isolde walked absentmindedly down the university hallway, her mind wandering between trying to find Ray waiting and worrying that it wouldn't work. Soudain, un mouvement furtif attira son regard vers le bâtiment en construction adjacent. A bright red sign clearly stated: "Danger – Construction in progress – Access prohibited". She hesitated for a moment, weighing the pros and cons. *This is stupid*, she said to herself, but her curiosity won out. *Just a quick glance, what could happen?*
She ventured cautiously into the construction site, avoiding piles of rubble and scattered tools. The air was heavy with dust and the smell of fresh concrete. As she moved forward, a hand appeared from the shadows and grabbed her arm tightly, pulling her violently into an abandoned room. Isolde stifled a cry of surprise as the stranger pushed her against the wall and locked the door behind them. His heart was racing.
When the man turned around, light filtering through a grimy window revealed his face. Isolde was speechless. "Henry?!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide. "It's not okay, right? Why did you grab me like that and drag me here?"
Henry didn't respond immediately. He just stared at her, an enigmatic smile on his lips. Isolde, annoyed by his silence, crossed her arms. "But I'm talking to you, damn it! What's wrong with you?"
Still silent, Henry slowly approached her. With every step he took forward, Isolde instinctively backed away, until her back hit the cold wall. He placed a hand right next to her head, effectively blocking it, and looked at her with a burning intensity that made her shiver.
Isolde, disturbed by this unexpected proximity, stammered: "But what is happening to you? Why are you... are you looking at me like that?"
Without a word, Henry leaned down and captured her lips in a passionate kiss. Isolde tried to push him away, her hands pushing against his muscular chest, but the force of his grip made her give in. Reluctantly, she kissed back, her body betraying her mind. When they finally broke apart, she was panting, her cheeks flushing, while Henry stared at her, amused.
"Wh...what? Let me go!" she whispered, desperately searching for a way out. She spotted an opening and tried to escape, but Henry grabbed her arm and roughly pulled her against him before pushing her onto a dusty table in the center of the room.
Isolde fell on her back, trembling, her heart pounding in her chest. "What are you doing? Stop, Henry! It's not funny!"
Without answering, Henry approached, holding her firmly on the table. He kissed her again, passionately this time, exploring her mouth with an eagerness that left her panting. Then, standing up, he tore off his blouse with a sharp gesture, exposing his bare skin. Isolde let out a cry of surprise. "No! What..."
He didn't stop there and ripped off her bra, freeing her breasts. Isolde tried to hide them with her hands, blushing with shame and confusion. "Stop! Please, Henry, it's not you... You're not like that!"
Henry spread his hands effortlessly and dove at her chest, biting one of her nipples with a precision that sent a shock of electricity through her entire body. "Aaaah!" she moaned, arching her back in spite of herself.
Amused by her reaction, Henry continued, wrapping his tongue around the sensitive nipple, alternately sucking and nibbling on it. Isolde writhed beneath him, moans escaping her lips. "Hey... Henry... Stop... Stop... Get your tongue out of there!"
At these words, Henry stopped short and showed a mischievous smile. Then, without warning, he pinched her breasts forcefully, making her scream. "Aaaah! Bastard... You're such a bastard!"
"Shh," he whispered finally, his voice hoarse and dominant. "Save your voice for later. You'll need it when I fuck you."
Isolde turned pale, her eyes wide with horror. "What? No, you can't... Aaaah!" she cried out when, without warning, Henry slipped his hand under her skirt, pushing aside her panties to insert a finger inside her.
*How did he do this without me realizing?* she thought, her head thrown back by the intense sensations. Henry began to move his finger, slowly at first, then more insistently.
"Henry... Aaaah... Hen... Aaaah," she moaned, her body writhing despite her resistance.
He added a second finger, picking up the pace, then a third and a fourth, pumping quickly into her. Isolde arched her back, overwhelmed. "Aaaah... Henry... Aah... S... Stop... Aah... Aah..."
Avec un dernier mouvement puissant, Henry la fit basculer. "AAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!!" she screamed as the orgasm hit her full force, leaving her arched and then collapsed on the table, exhausted and panting.