Page 42 of It Never Was

Ryen's reaction afterwards pissed me off. The way she stood up for herself even a fraction. I was on a high and she was trying to fucking ruin it. So, I left. I left her thinking we were nothing. Giving her more to tear herself up about, because the thing about Ryen is, the more battered and broken she was…the sweeter she fucking tasted.

I grip my steering wheel harder, hauling ass through the back roads of town enjoying the buzz it gives me. But it didn't matter how many sudden turns I made or the fact that my foot was literally touching the petal to the floor. It wasn't enough to scratch the itch that has embedded its way into my brain.

Flashes of Ryen's shocked face as I took her in a way, she never imagined I would.

A devilish smile spreads across my face as I take a corner, hitting a deeper puddle of water this time. My tires lift, making my heartbeat harder.

Ryen didn't know that I fantasized about this for years. I would let her tell me about her past and feel the rush of blood to my cock as she told me how her mom's friends would sneak into her room and take what they wanted. That she would silently cry into her pillow as they touched her.

I used to fuck my hand to the fucking thought of me doing those things to her. I even fucked her with those imagines in mind. I wanted that to be me. I wanted to be the one with the power over her like that. Taking whatever the fuck I wanted from her.

Slapping her around and scolding her only did so much to curb the cravings.

I know it isn't normal to get off on this. At least for most people it isn't normal. I didn't have a reason or a pity story to explain why I am like this. There were no excuses to fall back on. It is just who I am. I debated when I would take this part of her, I knew I had to do it just right. I had to get her to a certain point first. So, I started to mold her, make her into a more damaged version of herself. I needed her to be at a low where she would give me anything I wanted, just for a speck of my love and attention. I played the long game. Acting sweet, then sour. Growing more and more aggressive and harsh as the years went on. Tonight was the night I needed. Seeing Ryen like that just opened the floodgates to the real me. I didn't know how badly I truly wanted it until I felt the absolute terror she had in her eyes and the way her body struggled in my hands. The little bitch had it coming too. The way she fucking defied me nowadays. She needed to fucking fall to her knees again with the knowledge of who was in fucking control.

Me.

I was her fucking world. She lived for fucking me.

And the sooner I put her in her fucking place the better. So, I did what my entire body and soul needed and wanted to do. I broke her and I freed myself in the process.

This high…the power I am feeling. It tasted for fucking divine.

I know she won't tell anyone. She wouldn't want to open that part of herself to someone. That gave me all the control in this, I could take and take, and she would just keep giving. Keeping this fantasy of mine going.

And if I am being completely fucking honest with myself. I didn't give two fucks if she did tell someone. It wouldn't stop me coming back for more.

Because no matter what, she was all mine.

Her pain. Her tears. Her fear.

I didn't give a shit about her happiness…she only needed enough to keep coming back. All that took was a soft touch on her lips every now and again. I could do that. All the other times were mine to fill with whatever fantasy I had.

As much as I knew I pushed her to a breaking point tonight. I also knew she would forgive me. She always does. She just needed her moment and, in a few days, she would be just fine.

If I want a chance to taste that high again, I need to play this smart. Give her the time and then reel her back in so I can bask in the bliss of her fucking torment.

I needed to play the game.

The hairs on the back of my neck rise as I replay filling her with my cum, the hot tears on her cheeks, and the redness in her eyes.

My phone chimes at that moment. I push my console screen to read it to me, taking another sharp turn.

Ready for round two yet?

The redhead from the party coming in at the perfect time.

Let's see how long the redhead can keep my high going.

25

Ryen

"What in the fuck are you doing?" my mother's slurred words woke me up.

A foot meets my back, and I am pushed forward. My mother must topple over because the ground vibrates beneath me at what I can only expect is her hitting the floor. The room looks fuzzy, the dingy cream-colored walls seem distorted. My body feels like it was hit by a train, my head pulsing.

Last night's events come flooding back to me and I blink to clear my vision. It is still dark outside. I don't want to be awake right now.

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