Into the Hands of Men

"I've missed you," Emma said simply to confirm his implication. It wasn't technically a lie, she had found herself missing his company at times.

Harry's hand moved from wiping her tear to stroking her cheek, and he shuffled closer to her. "I'm so glad nothing happened to you this morning," he said, "that no other guys..." Again, he didn't seem able to say the possibilities fully, and Emma couldn't blame him. "But I've missed you too," he said, and with his hand on her cheek he pulled her into him, kissing her.

Emma's heart raced and her hand went to his chest, her pulse quickening further as she ran it down across his toned stomach. She felt his other hand slide down similarly, finding the hem of her t-shirt and sliding up beneath it, eagerly moving to feel her breasts.

"I've missed your body," Harry breathed, and Emma let out a stifled whimper as he squeezed at her tits, hand moving beneath her bra to pinch at her nipple. This wasn't what she'd wanted, not what she'd expected so quickly, the things she'd seen this morning still too fresh in her mind, but she tried to relax into his touch anyway. At least he wanted her, had missed her. She wasn't about to reject him now.

Pulling her t-shirt over her head Emma quickly unhooked her bra and let Harry toss it aside, gasping as he suddenly pushed at her chest and pinned her down to the bed. His lips met hers again, kissing her, then moved to kiss her chin, her jaw, her neck, making his way down to her chest, pausing to draw her nipples into his mouth briefly before he slid down the bed and gripped her skirt, yanking it down her legs and tossing it onto the floor with the rest of her clothes. Her panties were all that remained and he grabbed them, hurriedly pulling them down to her knees before running a finger along her pussy.

Emma gasped and shut her eyes. It was all happening so fast, but he did know how to get her going, had not forgotten how to make her need him she realised as one long finger slid inside of her, another pressing softly against her clit.

Just as a moan escaped her lips his hand left her, and she stared down to see him moving up the bed towards her. Emma pushed herself up as he came towards her face and knew what he wanted, could see his hard cock straining against his boxers. Her fingers moved to it, feeling it bulge through the soft fabric, and surprised at the size of it. She had almost forgotten how big he was, not the thickest but as she tugged at the waistband and it sprung out she was startled by the length, even after all this time.

Glancing up at him Emma could see the desire on his face, his breathing jumping as she wrapped her fingers around him. She'd never loved it, giving blowjobs, but she took the head of his cock between her lips and heard him let out a quiet deep moan as she drew him into her mouth.

Her tongue ran along the length of him and his hands drifted to the back of her head, lacing into her hair. For a moment she let him guide her, let him set her rhythm, but then he pushed her, and she felt him forced deeper into her mouth, fighting back an urge to gag. He eased up and she thought he'd remembered she didn't like that, but then he pushed again, this time forcing his cock further down her throat and Emma found her eyes watering for a new reason now, and panickedly slapped at his thigh.

Harry let go of her and she pulled her head back, gagging, trying to right her breathing, and staring up at him. She'd never liked that and he knew it, but if he was apologetic it was hard to tell behind the brazen lust that consumed his features.

"Sorry," he said, leaning down and kissing her, "I wanted to see if you could take it all now."

"Well I can't," Emma simply said and he shrugged, sitting back leaning against the wall, watching her.

"Then I won't try that again," he said, and she nodded in thanks. It occurred to her she was hardly in the position to argue if he did, but she pushed that idea aside. Legally there might be an uneven power dynamic between them now, but that didn't mean anything. He was still her Harry, and so with a smile she moved over towards his cock stood up straight before her, resting between his legs as she took it in her mouth again.

It almost felt like old times, she realised, as his hands stroked her back, as her head bobbed up and down, taking the few inches she could manage between her lips, feeling the way he twitched in response to her tongue caressing the head of his cock. She could almost forget what had brought her here, allow herself to relax into his touch.

"I need to be inside you again," he said through heavy breathing, and as Emma pulled back he grabbed her, lifted and tossed her down onto her back. He was so much rougher today than he used to be, so quick to grab her, but she understood. It had been so long for both of them, she felt that need too, the way her body ached for him. And she was flattered by it too, glad for it, relieved for it - that he still wanted her this way, that maybe things would be fine between them now as he held his cock in one hand and lined himself up between her legs.

Emma cried out as he suddenly sank his length into her, a sharp thrust forcing her walls to part for him, her body not used to the feeling of it any more. In the past they'd made love, he'd have leant down and kissed her, let her pull his body close to hers and wrap her arms and legs around him, but today he clearly needed her in a much more desperate, animal way. His hands gripped her waist as as he stared down at her, fingers digging into her soft skin as he thrust, quicker and harder than she was used to. She was all too aware of his dorm-mates separated only by the thin wall right next to them but couldn't help but make noises anyway, crying out at first, before those turned into moans, then whimpers as she lay there and panted from his frantic fucking.

"I never thought it would pass," he grunted, and Emma tried to ignore him, not wanting any thoughts in this moment other than of the two of them, let alone of the Bill, but he continued between ragged breaths. "I thought about what would happen if it did," he said, leaning a hand down to stroke her face, "I had hoped you'd come to me." Emma didn't reply, just moaned and hoped that would be enough to let him know she was glad to have come to find him too.

The hand stroking her face squeezed her cheeks, pinched her face affectionately, and then let go and suddenly he pulled out of her, leaving her pussy swollen now, so wet and not yet satisfied, but he quickly grabbed her waist and flipped her over. He didn't wait for her to move herself, just grabbed her hips and pulled her up onto all fours, pushing a hand down into the small of her back to angle her ass up for him. His cock was quick to find her pussy again and Emma's hands reached for the footboard of the bed, gripping the wooden bar as she moaned and felt him slam into her from behind, forcing himself deep inside her as he pounded her like he'd never done before, unrestrained, the sound of skin slapping against skin ringing out through the small room along with the sound of her moans.

She liked it, Emma realised, being wanted like this, needed so desperately. She doubted when they were together she would have ever let him do this, doubted he'd have felt like he could try, but now with him squeezing her ass, with him fucking her hard and fast she enjoyed it. She had wanted to feel protected by him, safe, maybe even loved, but if there was one thing she felt now it was like he wanted her, and there was some comfort in that.

His cock pulled out and she felt it press against her again, silently willing him to just get back to it as he ran it along her slit, before she suddenly felt him move it upwards, and realised with a startled yell that he was pressing it against her asshole.

"No," she gasped, feeling him pushing against her tight hole, but he leant down and whispered in her ear.

"Please," he said, breath hot against her ear, "I'm giving you what you want, give me what I want."

Emma didn't know what to make of that, didn't know what to say, but just nodded. She was in his debt, it was true, even if she hated to admit it, so she let him stroke her back reassuringly as he pushed against her hole again.

He'd tried this once when they were together, convinced her just to let him slip a finger in first, and she'd not let him try with his cock after that. But now she resisted her natural urge to fight the feeling of him pressing against her asshole, and with a sharp cry felt him push the head of his cock inside of her.

It was so much tighter than she'd been expecting, she could feel her asshole straining against him, struggling to stretch to take him, grateful for the fact her pussy had left him dripping with her juices but wishing he'd had some lube on hand as he pushed deeper into her. Her jaw trembled and Emma felt a tear stream down her cheek, burying her face into the mattress to stifle a cry as he slowly forced himself deeper inside, as his grip tightened on her ass cheeks and he grunted, moaned, and laughed.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he said, and Emma just replied with a muffled moan as she felt him slam forwards, pushing into parts of her she'd never felt a cock in before, never thought she would. She wanted to tell him to stop, to pull out, but couldn't bring herself to. She'd never have hesitated to before, to tell him she wasn't enjoying something back when they'd been together, but his words rang in her head. 'Give me what I want.'

What she wanted was a lot to ask, she knew, when she was practically suggesting they got married. Well, that wasn't quite accurate though, was it? The Bill didn't require that, it was clear - there was no need for a man to actually wed their partner to register them. And of course, you could only marry one person, and much of the backlash to the Bill's wording had been women pointing out that nothing in there stopped a man from owning more than one woman, from registering their partner now, bidding on another down the line, another after that, collecting some sick harem.

But what he wanted from her in return? She hadn't thought about it, hadn't thought he'd want anything but to protect her. Had that been naive? The more he continued though, the less it hurt, the more she got used to the feeling, and there was a reassurance to the sounds of him behind her - of his moaning, of him telling her how good it felt, how he couldn't believe she'd let him do this, how he was going to cum soon. Whatever else might be happening, she tried to take comfort in that, take pleasure in pleasing him, satisfaction in knowing he was enjoying the feeling of being inside her, comfort in feeling so badly wanted.

As he picked up the pace the bed shook, headboard rattling against the wall behind it, but Emma wasn't thinking about his dorm-mates hearing now, only the feeling of his hands squeezing her ass, his cock pounding into her, her hole aching.

"Fuck I'm going to cum," he said, pulling out of her and quickly grabbing her shoulder. Emma didn't know what to expect, had assumed he'd finish inside of her, but as he pulled her up onto her knees she instinctively opened her mouth to take his cock. She'd never loved the taste of cum, but drew her lips to his cock anyway, assuming that was what he wanted, but a hand on her shoulder held her back as he stood over her, stroking himself in front of her face.

"No, let me cum on your face," he said, and Emma grimaced a little. Again, he'd asked to do this back when they'd been together, and she'd always said no, thought it was embarrassing, beneath her. Now though she couldn't work up the courage to do protest. Instead just sat watching his hand sliding along his cock, waiting for it.

"That's a good girl," he breathed, "I'm almost there," panting as he furiously stroked himself.

"Fuck," he moaned, as she felt cum hit her face, closing her eyes instinctively. "God, take it all over your face," he moaned, and sure enough Emma felt it land hot and wet on her cheeks, her nose, across her lips and chin. She paused, licking her lips of what was on them.

"God," he said with a laugh, "you look like such a slut." Emma opened her eyes, looked up at him unsure whether to be glad he was pleased or to argue with being called that, only to be met with the flash of a phone camera. She blinked in shock as he laughed again, sitting back on the bed with fingers tapping on his phone screen.

"What are you doing?" Emma asked, feeling her cheeks flushing again, feeling a tightness in her stomach.

"The lads would never have believed this," he said, "I had to get some proof," and Emma felt her stomach churn familiarly.

"Please don't," she said, her voice coming out strained. "Please don't send that." Harry just raised a confused eyebrow and turned the phone to show her.

"Too late," he said, as she saw an open group chat, and there in it a photo of herself, naked, on her knees, face covered with cum, staring up at the camera. Messages flashed up and Harry turned the phone back to himself, chuckling as he read through them

"Bend over for me, let me get a picture of that ass for them," he said, reaching towards her but Emma stumbled backwards before he could grab her, falling off the bed and hastily getting up onto her feet.

"I don't understand," she said, voice rising, "why would you do that?" She could feel tears again in her eyes now as he pointed the phone at her again and she quickly turned her head to one side, reached her hands to cover her chest, between her legs, stepping blindly backwards away from him.

When she looked up she saw him sigh and toss the phone aside, moving towards her. "Don't be like that," he said, "things were going so well, you were such a good slut before."

"I'm not a slut," Emma managed to stammer out, before her back hit the wall and she found herself pressed up against it with Harry looming down over her.

"Um, every girl's a slut now," he said matter of factly, running a hand along her stomach and making her flinch. "I'm just glad I got to you first, I was hoping I'd be the first in that ass while it was still nice and tight."

A hand pressed to the wall beside her stopped her pulling away, as she felt his hand moving down between her legs now.

"I don't understand," she said, voice choked with tears, "I thought-"

"You thought what?" he asked, voice mocking, suddenly seeming nothing like her Harry at all. "No, tell me," he said, "tell me what you thought."

"That you wanted me," Emma replied, feeling her face burning red now, unable to meet his gaze, hating herself for saying it, for assuming it.

"Oh I did want you," he said, a finger slipping inside of her pussy as he spoke and making her gasp. "I do still want you. I dreamed about this, prayed that the Bill would pass, that you'd come crawling back to me." Emma choked back a sob as he pulled his fingers out of her, let her collapse to the floor by the door where he knelt beside her.

"But I wouldn't want to deny anyone else the fun too," he said, stroking the side of her face and Emma finding she didn't have the fight left in her to flinch away now. "I mean, ten days right, there's ten days for me to register for you? Well you better come back when that's nearly up, once you've realised how much better you'll have it being my slut than everyone else's, when you've learned to be grateful."

"Please," Emma began, but Harry's palm stopped stroking her and slapped her cheek instead, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to shock her and knock the words out of her mouth.

"Save the begging for another day," he said, standing up and unlocking the door. "You better literally come crawling back to me next time, if you want me to save you."

It wouldn't happen, Emma thought, she wouldn't do it, wouldn't come back to him. He'd wanted this, he'd enjoyed this, her being here ashamed, desperate, unable to say no. Wanted her to walk out of here and be at the mercy of any man who wanted her. He was as far from her Harry as he could be, and all she wanted was to get away from him.

She reached across the floor for her clothes discarded by the bedside but Harry's hand gripped her arm and yanked her back, pulling her to her feet again.

"Oh no, if you're going to let me fuck you like a slut you can show everyone else you're one too," he said, pushing her towards the door.

"I hate you," Emma whispered, and he laughed, not of the old warmth in it this time.

"See, I think that's the kind of resistance you'll have fucked out of you in the next ten days," he said, pulling at the door handle and opening it to the light of the hallway. "Have fun, slut," he said with a final grin, giving Emma a hard shove and sending her tumbling out into the hall as the door slammed shut behind him.

***

Emma sat in shock, in horror, looking down at her naked body out in the open, feeling her stomach churn and fighting the urge to be sick, fighting the urge to cry, and the urge to pound her fists on his door, to demand he give her clothes back, knew it was pointless.

Leaning against a wall to support herself she stood up, willing her shaking legs to steady themselves, trying to control her breathing, before she looked up and realised she wasn't alone. Doors along the hall were open, grinning faces staring out at her - some she recognised as Harry's friends, some she didn't.

"Are you okay?" a voice said from behind her, and Emma's head spun around to see someone she didn't recognise stepping out of his room, and without hesitation she turned and bolted, running the other way, out of the hall, hearing laughter behind her, hearing voices talking but not making out what they said, her head spinning.

She threw herself through the doors, looking around as she felt them swing closed behind her, leaving her naked out in the cold morning air. It took only a few seconds before she sensed someone's eyes on her, turned and saw faces gawping at her from a distance, two boys she didn't know stood staring as she spun on her heel and ran the other way.

She just had to get back to her dorm, she thought, she could lock herself in her room, phone Sara, phone her parents, have someone help her. Just get back to her dorm, she repeated as she felt her bare feet slap against the cold concrete, just back to her dorm, just-

Someone stepped out of a door and Emma collided with them, sending them both stumbling back but thankfully managing to stay upright.

"My god," the person said, and as she turned and took in the face she recognised it as one of her professors, Dr. Thacker, a round faced older man who'd always reminded her of her dad - soft spoken, kind, helpful, he'd been one of her favourite lecturers first year. "What happened to you?" he asked, eyes wide and incredulous, and she didn't know how to reply.

"Do you want to come into my office, cover up?" he asked and Emma nodded, her lip quivering, and the professor reached to the door he'd come through, held it open as she stepped inside, glad to be out of the open.

"A beautiful young thing like you shouldn't be running around naked," he said, putting an arm on her shoulder, and Emma tensed up as they took a few more steps into the building and she felt it slide down her back, and with a gasp felt the man's hand squeeze her ass.

She jerked away from him, hoping her disgust was clear on her face, but realised the man didn't seem to care as he stepped closer to her.

"Now now," he said, "a little gratitude might be due, don't you think?" His eyes didn't meet hers, his gaze fixed firmly on her chest as he took another step forward and reached for her breasts.

Before she knew what she was doing Emma spat in the man's face, leaving him startled, staring at her frozen for a second and giving her time to slip past him rushing back the way she came.