[Sexual content]
Tonight is a night for celebrating. You only turn eighteen once, right? Well, in her case the ID she had said she was turning 21 and that she could do four times so long as she celebrated in new places. Tonight, it was Caesar's and you're dress barely covers your ass or your breasts, but you don't care. At least, not until you've had a dozen shots and a few mixed drinks and he's buying you another round. He's older, sexy as hell, and there's something about him that makes you want to feel his hands on you. So you lean in, give him a smile, and knock back the shot like it's nothing. He's impressed and he orders another round. This goes on for a while, long enough that you're well and truly drunk.
You aren't sure when he kisses you, but he tastes like the alcohol you've been drinking all night and you just want more. Your hands snake around his neck and you slide onto his lap. Before you know it, his hand is stroking the inside of your thigh and whispering an offer to take you up stairs. A private Happy Birthday, he says, and you know he wants to fuck you. Breathless, you agree and the next thing you know, you're in his room. He's sitting on his bed, asking you to strip for him. Giggling, you tug at your dress, forgetting all about the zipper that holds the fabric tight against your body. It takes only a minute for you to stand naked in front of him and barely a second more for his hands to find her skin.
He's gentle at first, and you wonder if he thinks you're a virgin, laughing at the thought. You haven't been a virgin since October of your freshman year of high school. The man's hands turn rough and he pushes you up against the wall. A laugh escapes you even as your head snaps back with a slight thud. It wasn't the worst you've endured. You know what it's like to be beaten with a thick leather belt. What was a little rough handling? In all honesty, you love it. You don't know why, but you don't care, not even when he ties you to the bed, spread eagle.
The alcohol you had makes the next few hours hazy but there's no denying each orgasm as it comes, some of them harder than the last. You slip in and out of consciousness, unsure if he ever stopped before he undid the ties binding you to the bed. You curl into his chest, his arms wrapped around you, and you drift off into sleep. There's a part of you though, something that's woken up now.