Page 55 of White Room Virgin

Ben seemed to like my answer because he grinned mischievously. Without a word, I followed him out into the huge garden. It had never been important to me whether man or woman, above or below. With Ben, one look was enough to know what he was made of—his dominance even turned me on.

So, whatever …

As far as I was concerned, he could do whatever he wanted with me. I had long since lost control anyway. And as much as I’d fought to get it back over the last few days, it wasn’t important to me at that moment. Ben was bursting with strength and masculinity and looked like he was about to burst with testosterone. He was exactly what I needed right now.

When I felt his tongue in my mouth and his hand on my cock, I was relieved to feel the touch and not be completely numb. He pulled up my coat, tore down my pants, and grabbed me roughlybetween my buttocks. Just a few split seconds later, a sharp pain shot through my body. He was in a hurry and reminded me that it had been a very long time since I used this position. But even if I had wanted to stop the whole thing, I was no longer able to, so I let it all happen.

Ben yanked me around, pushing me against the shed wall and his hard cock against my ass. He quickly put on a condom, then brutally choked me, jerked my head back, and entered me.

The pain shot through me like a thousand knives, I gasped for air and tried to hold on or support myself somehow. It was in vain. My hands kept slipping. He started moving. Fast. Hard. The slapping against my ass became louder and Ben made growling noises as he thrust again and again.

I wanted him to destroy me. As painful as it was, I wanted him to tear me to pieces. I made choking sounds, his grip on my neck was too tight. My legs were about to give out, but he held me so tightly with his strong hands that I couldn’t go anywhere. And even when a stray tear trickled down my cheek, I was unable to interpret it as my body’s cry for help.

Ben fucked me into unconsciousness.

And I let him.

***

“Lu!” The voice seemed far away. “Lu! Wake up! Bloody hell! Lu!”

I blinked. It was still dark. I recognized Clarissa above me. Judging by the look on her face, she was completely beside herself. She was fumbling with me. If I wasn’t mistaken, she was pulling up my pants. Only then did I realize that I was incredibly cold. My limbs were stiff, my breathing shallow. The night was freezing, and I was lying in something wet.

“Come on, up you go!” Clarissa pulled my arm over her shoulder and tried to get me to stand up.

But I couldn’t.

“Steven!” she screeched close to my ear. “Steven! Come here!”

I was still so drunk that a smile even crossed my lips. My head tipped to the side, and I fell back into the mud.

“Oh, shit!” It was Steven, and soon I was lifted into a vertical position.

I caught a whiff of Steven's marijuana scent and felt my feet dragging on the ground. Every part of me ached, and the cold had penetrated deep into my bones—only the pain in my rear burned like a hot thorn.

As soon as I stepped inside the house, a comforting warmth enveloped me and my skin began to burn. I could hear music from afar as they took me into Clarissa’s room and onto the couch.

After they undressed me, Clarissa turned to Steven. “Get a blanket!”

Shortly afterward, he returned with an old army blanket. I shivered as he wrapped the blanket around me and rubbed my arms.

“Lu! Look at me! Who was that?” Clarissa knelt on the floor in front of me and searched my gaze. Her pitiful expression was hard to bear. I let myself fall sideways into a pillow and fell asleep immediately.

***

When I woke up, my head was pounding and my mouth was so dry I could barely swallow. I was naked, wrapped in several blankets and lying on the couch in Clarissa’s room. My body ached with the heaviness of that night and my ass hurt terribly. Clarissa’s bed was empty. There was a pile of fresh clothes and a bath towel on the small table in front of me. I got up and wentinto the bathroom. I had never appreciated the fact that Clarissa had her own shower as much as I did at that moment.

When I looked in the mirror, I was shocked—I had bruises on my neck and a cut on my cheek.That asshole, I thought and got into the shower. As I washed my ass and blood trickled down my legs, my breath caught in my throat.Bloody hell!I had to lean against the wall for a moment, the memories of last night rushing back so vividly. Despite all the alcohol, the images were now catching up with me mercilessly and I was struggling not to let them overwhelm me.

Despite the hot water, the cold was still in my bones when I had finished showering. I rubbed my hair dry and stared at the clothes I had laid out. They were my own. Not the ones I’d worn the night before, though.

Oh no …

My premonition was confirmed when I entered the kitchen: Clarissa and Martin were sitting there with a cup of coffee, talking quietly.

I was too tired to pretend nothing had happened. I stood in the doorway for a moment, annoyed by their worried looks, but in the end, I was glad that Clarissa and Steven’s parents weren’t there too. I knew what kind of image I presented and, knowing Clarissa’s mother, it wouldn’t have taken a day for my parents to find out.

It could be worse. Relax.

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