My cardigan was already on the dusty floor of the mostly-vacant parking garage by the time she had pushed me against the wall.

   We had just been out in the city exploring what we could find, when we decided to climb up the stairs of this multi-story garage. There was nothing particularly special about it, but we noted that there were few vehicles parked within, so it was figured that it would be a fun place to poke around without any trouble.

   The climb up the seven floors was tiring as you would expect, but the oddly high energy she had the entire time kept me going. The whole night she had been looking around for something I couldn’t quite place.

   That was of course, until we reached the top and she said something under her breath with a satisfied look. Shortly after we walked over to a concrete wall near the center of the top of the structure, she pulled my cardigan off of me, and threw it to the dirty floor, rendering my simple black graphic tee and blue jeans to a less than a flattering look.

   Nonetheless, I now find myself between this rock wall and her slightly-shorter-than-me stature.

   “You know I’ve been waiting for you all night,” she says impatiently.

   I look to the side where she has me pinned to the wall by my shoulders. “I’ve been with you the whole night though?” I reply.

   She exhales sharply, looking at me with her piercing blue eyes. “You know what I mean, bitch.”

   “Okay, no need for the name call-” Mid sentence, she leans forward to kiss me, immediately slipping her tongue past my lips. I relax a little and kiss her back, noting her still hasty movements.

   She pulls back from the kiss, leaving me slightly breathless.

   Letting go of my shoulders, she unzips her white hoodie and takes it off, dropping it carelessly onto my cardigan. Her tight-fitting black tank top and matching black jeans work to accentuate her body’s shape, leading me to stare for a brief moment.

   “Like what you see, hm?” She says, smiling a little.

   “Well I ah, I mean you know the outfit you picked,” I cautiously state.

   She giggles. “I chose it for you, y’know. Just so you’d have a nice mental image of the source of the bite marks.”

   “Bite marks?” I stupidly question as she lunges forward, pushing me hard against the cold wall.

   Her teeth meet the skin of my neck, biting down harder than I would have thought she would.

   “Ah-!” I exclaim, wrapping my arms around her.

   She lets go, only to bite a slight bit down my neck once more, just as hard. The burning sensation makes me tear up a little as I dig my nails into her back in response.

   “F-fuck...” I whine, clenching my teeth.

   She finally pulls away, and my posture slumps down a little as I rub where she had bit. The spot feels tender and is sensitive as hell.

   Smiling at me, she reaches forward to grab the hand I had rubbing my neck. She grabs the other as well, slowly moving her body to push against mine as my hands are put up to the sides of my head.

   “I know you love seeing the marks after, don’t you?” she asks with a sadistic smile.

   I simply nod, still feeling the slight burn on my neck.

   Unexpectedly, I feel her press her knee up between my legs, startling me.

   “And I know you love feeling everything the day after, hmm?”

   I nod again, feeling my face get warm.

   She pushes her knee harder upwards and I let out a quiet whimper. She tightens her grip on my hands, which are still pressed hard against the wall. All the while, she leans in close, pressing her chest to mine as her lips graze my ear.

   “Don’t you ever keep yourself from whimpering, dear. It’s just too good,” she says before licking the edge of my ear.

   I’m all too aware at this point that my face is a bright red, and I close my eyes tight in anticipation.

   I feel her let go of my left hand, and I hold it in place for a short bit, before I’m suddenly struck across the face by her open palm, sending my head spinning. I cry out and stumble a little, leaning down as she steps back from me.

   She laughs and shoves me against the wall by my shoulders, making me gasp from the force. She slaps me again, and it feels harder this time. I nearly fall over, but I’m able to catch myself after a few steps.

   “Look at you,” she teases. “Can’t even stand up straight. Why not just lay down and take it, huh?” she yells, clearly not worried about anyone overhearing us.

   I draw in a shaky breath and try to think of something to say, before I am interrupted by another shove, knocking me unceremoniously backwards to the hard concrete floor.

   She takes a step towards me, her eyes wild with ideas and malicious intent. I fear for my safety for a moment, before she shouts a command at me.

   “Lay down!”

   I’m startled by the force in her normally passive voice, but I do as she says and lay down on the uncomfortable ground. My neck still stings.

   She steps up to my side, looking down on me. “You really do look better like this,” she says, and before I can get any real thoughts in, I see her wind her foot back.

   I panic shortly before she laughs and puts her foot down. “Did you really think I was going to kick you? I like seeing you hurt but come on.”

   I sigh, relaxing a bit. “You’re the worst,” I say, smiling nervously.

   “Yeah, well maybe don’t be such an easy person to tease,” she retorts, stepping one leg over me, before lowering herself to sit on my waist.

   I feel myself blushing again as I move my hands up to rest on her thighs.