The date is going well to your surprise. The long line of losers and entitled assholes you’ve gone out with lately have soured your interest in dating, but tonight is a breath of fresh air. The conversation is flowing, and the laughs are genuine. There’s just one problem that’s been nagging in the back of your mind. As much as you like this guy, as much as he seems like a genuinely good dude, he’s just way too… lenient. He seems like the type that would defer to you on just about everything. Like the type you would manipulate for the fun of it, just because you can. He doesn’t seem like the type of man you want to have in your life for the long haul. The type that would be your rock when you need a shoulder to cry on and an ear to listen to you when you’re scared, hurt, or angry. He doesn’t seem like the kind of man who wouldn’t hesitate to beat your ass back into line when your bratty side gets the best of you. And he definitely doesn’t come across as the kind of guy you would enjoy being with in bed. The kind that would fuck you like he owns you. It seems more like his idea of kinky is having sex on the couch instead of in bed. Nice, but boring.

Dessert finished and the tab settled, which he insisted on paying for himself, you’re both heading for the exit. You laugh a little on the inside when he awkwardly shuffles ahead of you to make sure he can open the door for you. “I had a great time with you tonight! Can I walk you to your car?” he asks shyly once outside the steakhouse he brought you to. You get the impression he’s a little sad his time with you is coming to an end. Despite it being dark out and downtown being pretty much deserted this late on a random weekday night, you have no hesitation in accepting his request. There isn’t a chance in hell this timid, too kind for his own good boy would possibly try anything untoward. “Sure, I’d like that” you smile back at him. This obviously elates him, and he eagerly reaches for your hand as you turn to head towards the parking garage.

The walk and elevator ride to the top floor of the garage is possibly the most awkward part of the night. He’s obviously nervous, you think it’s probably because he’s thinking about asking you for a second date and is afraid he hasn’t made a good enough impression to earn one. His palms are sweaty, but you bear it. No need to hurt his feelings by pulling your hand from his you figure. You both are trying to fill the awkward silence with small talk, but the conversation just isn’t flowing like it was at dinner. It doesn’t help that you can see him out of the corner of your eye staring down at the cleavage your dress exposes while standing next to you in the elevator. He’s also shuffling awkwardly, turning away from you and with his hand stuffed far too deep in his pocket to be natural. His fumbling attempts to hide his growing erection make your heart skip a beat and the tiniest shred of doubt about the wisdom of letting this strange man lead you to a parking garage late at night creeps into the back of your mind. You try to ignore his behavior and the sense of unease it’s giving you.

The elevator door opens to the deserted roof of the parking garage. The only vehicles in sight are your car halfway across the lot from the elevator and a truck parked opposite your car. You spend the walk towards your car in awkward silence wishing you had said goodnight before getting in the elevator. Finally, you’re next to your car. You turn to face him, and he quickly takes both your hands in his. “Okay, I had a really great time with you tonight! Thank you so much for dinner,” you smile at him, anticipating how you’ll respond when he inevitably asks for a second date. What happens next catches you completely off guard.

Before you realize what’s happening, he removes one of his hands from yours and presses it into your sternum. He pushes you backward until you’re pressed up against your car. Suddenly both hands are behind your neck, fingers in your hair cradling your head. His hips are pressing firmly against you, pinning you to your car. As he leans in for a kiss, he uses his hands to restrain your attempts to lean back away from him. Before you have a chance to even register the sudden and complete change in his demeanor, his lips are locked on yours. You try to purse yours shut, but he holds your head firmly and keeps his lips locked on your tightly shut mouth for several agonizing seconds anyway.

Finally, he releases his lip lock. “Wh-, what was that?” you stammer. You try not to let your voice waver, but you’ve been completely caught off guard and it’s showing despite your best intentions. For the first time, you realize just how BIG this man is. Maybe it was his demeanor earlier in the evening that made him seem timid and small. But only now are you noticing just how imposing he is. His 6’2 tall, 220 pound frame towers over you and makes you feel so hopelessly ill-equipped to struggle against such a man. The realization sends a shiver of fear up your spine. To your embarrassment, the thought also sparks a heat building between your legs. You can already feel your panties beginning to soak up your sudden wetness.

His hands are still locked behind your head. You reach up with your own to try and pry his hands off you but to no avail. Holding your head, he stares deeply into your eyes. “Listen” he begins, “I like you. A lot. You’re an incredibly smart, sweet, beautiful woman. You’ve been nothing but kind, and warm, and an absolute pleasure to get to know. But believe me when I say this. No matter how much you stare into my soul with those big, beautiful eyes. No matter how much you make that unbearably cute pouty face with those unbelievably kissable lips. Nothing, and I do mean nothing, will stop what I’m about to do to you.”

You’re shocked, but the adrenaline his words sent coursing through your veins sparks you into action. You place both hands on his chest and with all your strength heave against him, using your car as a brace to push him away as hard as you can. Your efforts are successful, and he stumbles backward a step or two.

“Okay, you need to stop it. Right fucking now!”, you point one finger at him angrily. You’re trying to play tough but the fear in your eyes and your voice betrays you. You know deep down, at this moment, you’re completely at his mercy. You look around panicked searching for an exit or a good Samaritan who can save you from this horror. There’s no hope to be found in any direction.

The faintest smile crosses his lips at your threat. You’re thinking of your next argument to convince him this isn’t in his best interest, but before you can utter another threat his transformation takes another unexpected, and this time violent, turn. He quickly closes the gap between you that you opened with your shove. This time his left hand reaches for your throat and squeezes your airway tightly shut. His right-hand grabs your hips and roughly spins you around to your right so you’re facing away from him. Once again, his hips are pressing you into your car, this time with violent force and pressure. He’s leaning on you now, his full frame pressing you into your car as hard as he can with his arm wrapped around you and his hand still holding your airway closed.

With his free right hand, he grabs your right wrist and roughly pulls it behind your back. Your shoulder protests being so roughly manipulated, but try as you might, you can’t manage to utter a word of protest. Panic is setting in. You gasp desperately in an attempt to breathe. Your heart feels like it could beat out of your chest, and your face is flush and hot with the accumulating blood that can no longer escape your head. He leans against your back with his chest to pin you to your car and pulls his hips back ever so slightly, just enough for him to take your right hand he’s grabbed by your wrist and guide it to the bulge growing in his pants. The moment you realize what he’s doing you try to pull your hand away. The only effect this has is to make your shoulder cry out in pain again. He’s simply too strong, there’s no pulling away from his grasp. He releases his grasp on your wrist just long enough to slide his hand down to cover your own. He squeezes his hand closed over yours, forcing your hand to wrap closed around his stiffening cock.

The heat that was previously simmering between your legs is now an inferno, and your panties are so soaked that your wetness is now freely dripping down the inside of your legs. Despite the ferocity of your unexpected arousal, those sensations are but background noise compared to the fire in your lungs, the deafening sound of your blood pounding in your ears, and the overwhelming adrenaline coursing through your body. You feel like you’re on the verge of a panic attack, a heart attack, or both. He leans in and places his head next to yours. The next instant you feel his lips just brushing your ear lobe. You feel his breath in your ear just before he runs his tongue up the outer edge of your ear. “Say it again.” He practically sighs the words into your ear, the way a lover would. “Tell me to stop again. Please say it. I want you to feel how fucking hard it makes me when you beg.” He emphasized the last sentence by tightening the grip on your throat and the hand covering your own, forcing you to squeeze his now rock-hard cock even tighter. The sigh that escaped him was an obvious indication of the pleasure he was forcing you to give him. That was the final straw, hot tears immediately welled up in your eyes and began streaming down your flushed cheeks…

A part II can be written if it’s asked for…