Kira Unexpected

Someone comes up behind us and clears his throat. We both turn to look behind us to find Keith standing there. He says, “Now that you are done with the history lesson, will you come with me, Kira?” Sarah and I look at each other and then back at Keith. I nod slightly. Sarah asks, “Kira?” I look at Keith for a second longer before looking back at Sarah. “I will meet you back at the table shortly.” “Okay.” Sarah looks at the both of us before walking back into the room. Keith places his hand on the small of my back. “Kira?” I nod as we start to walk back in the direction Sarah and I were earlier. We stop by the bathroom door. Keith pushes the door open. He removes his hand from my lower back. “Go in.” I look up at him, not moving. He narrows his eyes. “Go in. I’m not going to say it again.” For a split second, I debate if I should go in. He has other ideas when he takes my upper arm and pulls me into the bathroom with him. He lets go of my arm as he locks the door. He turns around and leans against the door with his arms crossed. I take several steps away from him. We stare at each other for a few. I want to leave, but I am pretty sure he won’t move out of the way. Keith moves from the door and stands about an inch from me. With a bite of venom in his tone, he asks, “So you two are fucking now?” I pull back from him. I wasn’t expecting that to come out of him. Now I have a pretty good idea that must be what Steven told him while we were watching them at the table. I ask, trying to keep from yelling at him, “Is that what he told you?” “Answer my question.” I pull in my lower lip as my eyes move up and down as I look him over. Looking into his eyes, I say, “Keith, what do you think?” I put my hand up. “Never mind. I really don’t want to deal with this crap right now.” I move to push myself around him to get out of the bathroom. His hand shoots out and grabs my upper arm before I get the door unlocked. “You’re not going anywhere.” He holds on to my arm as he rechecks to make sure the door is still locked. He pulls me over to the counter. I try to pull away from him. He grips tighter. I close my eyes for a second. Through tight lips, I say, “Let go of me.” I try to pry his fingers off me. Keith lets go of my arm long enough to turn me around to face the counter. I look up in the mirror as he presses himself against my backside. He places his hands on either side of me on the counter. I turn my head to look back at him as I feel his warm breath against my neck. “What are you doing, Keith?” My feelings are mixed with him pressed against me. Fear comes across, and at the same time, my body is responding to the way he feels against me. I can’t help myself from wanting to know what he is planning to do next. He moves one of his hands from the counter and wraps his fingers around my wrist. He unwraps his fingers and slowly goes up my arm, barely touching me as he goes up to place his hand on my neck. In my ear, he quietly says, “Tell me you don’t like this.” My heart starts to beat faster; my breathing is shallow. His hand on my neck brings back memories of our first night together. The fear of being choked again comes across me, even though his hand isn’t tight like that night. I start to move my hand up to his hand. He tightens his hold on my neck. He growls out, “Put your hand back down.” I comply and move my hand slowly back on the counter. He loosens his hold on my neck. He nips my earlobe. “Good girl.” His other hand is on my thigh now. His breathing pattern is now heavier as his hand slides up my thigh. My body responds to his touch. His hand continues up my thigh, pushing the hem of my dress up as he goes until he stops at my panties. “Do you want me to stop?”