Page 67 of My Turn

I wasn’t sure what to say. My mouth opened, but no sound came out.

“Tell me to leave and I will.”

“Leave.”

It was silent for a moment, then his weight disappeared from the bed. I heard his backpack unzip and there was some rustling. Heavy footsteps receded into the hallway. I sat up straight, trying to rally my senses.

“Wait.”

His steps paused. What was I doing? He was going to leave. In what fucking world would I ask a man who intended to rape me to stay? If I did that, was I consenting? More importantly, if I changed my mind, would he respect that? Doubtful, which meant that this was my one chance and, essentially, I was going into this knowing I wouldn’t get a choice for the rest of the night.

“Stay,” I whispered.

“Say it louder.”

A whimper left my lips. “Stay.”

The bed dipped and his teeth suddenly snagged my nipple. I cried out but when I tried to touch him, he pinned my hands.

“Beg me to make you cum.”

“Please.” He didn’t move. I tipped my head back and took a shaky breath. “Please, Erebus. Please make me cum.”

“Spread yourself for me.”

Tentatively, I grabbed either side of my labia and opened myself. I felt vulnerable and dirty like this. When I heard him breathing heavier, my body warmed knowing that I affected him.

It was fine. We’d do this and I’d go back to the way I was before. Maybe I’d finally go to therapy. If there was ever a sign from the universe, this was it.

There was a small creak, then something jingled briefly. Not knowing what he was doing made sweat bead on my brow. Asharp, excruciating pain flared between my legs when he struck me with something. I immediately dropped my hands and tried to close my legs, but he held them down.

“I didn’t tell you to stop,” he pointed out. There was a snapping sound that I tried to place. It was familiar.

“You said you wouldn’t hurt me,” I cried.

“Never said that. The only thing I’ll ever promise is that you’ll cum. Now, bare that pussy for me again.” When I hesitated, he dug his fingers into my thighs. “Don’t make me tie your ankles to the posts behind your head.”

Fuck. I let my knees fall to the sides and returned to my previous position. It still burned so much and I braced myself for the next one. When it came, I screamed and arched my back. He used two fingers to press against either side of my clit, then moved them back and forth. The pain was still there while my arousal awoke again.

His fingers disappeared and I didn’t have time to prepare before he whipped my pussy again. It happened in succession, five quick hits that had me crying and tearing the sheets when I could no longer keep my hands where he wanted them. The thing- a belt, I think- had struck my fingers as well, but that was nothing compared to the pain between my legs. It throbbed now, a constant drumbeat to remind me what the hell I’d gotten myself into with this maniac I’d invited into my bed all because he made my pussy weep.

He kissed away the tears on my cheeks. “That was for almost making me leave, Alana. And this is for asking me to stay.”

His lips pressed against mine at the same time that he buried his dick inside of me. I cried out, this time not from pain. I was so wet already that my body accepted him without protest. Something between a groan and a growl tore from his throat and he wasted no time pulling his hips back and driving himself into me again.

When his tongue met mine, my immediate response was to turn away, but I gripped the back of his neck instead. I lifted my feet from the bed and locked my ankles behind him.

It was like a one-night stand. That’s what I kept telling myself. Just a random guy here to have sex with me, then leave.

He pulled all the way out, then plunged back in, stretching me to what felt like my limit. Combined with the burn that still radiated over my skin, I was on the verge of overstimulation. I dropped my head back, breaking our kiss, and let myself focus on the sensations in my body. He moved slow on the way out and thrust into me hard. I felt every inch of him stroke my walls and when he rolled his hips, I let out an unfettered moan.

“Show me how you make yourself cum,” he demanded, pulling out of me. The emptiness was maddening. I tried to bring him closer with my legs, but he was a stone statue. “Now, Alana.”

With a frustrated huff, I moved my hand between my legs and inserted three fingers. Even then, it didn’t feel like it had when he was inside of me. Everything around us was so quiet that the sound of what I was doing seemed loud. I moved faster, listening to it and letting it drive me on.

“I could watch you play with your pussy forever.”

I moved my hips to match my cadence while I used my thumb to circle my clit. It was sensitive in both a good and a bad way, but I needed it, the extra push to drive me into an orgasm. With my free hand, I lightly pinched one of my nipples, igniting the fire in my core. Just as my pussy began to tighten, he grabbed my wrist and wrenched my hand away, then filled me with his dick. I cried out, clamping down on his shaft. While I was still convulsing, he sucked all three of my fingers into his mouth.

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