Page 11 of Cruel Love
I managed to stop the sob escaping as I reached around tounclasp my bra, sliding the straps down my arms and dropping it on top of my dress. In the cool air of the room, my nipples puckered, and I had to fight the instinct to cover myself with my hands.
My breath hitched when James licked his lips, and his eyes fixed onmy breasts. Despair pooled in my stomach preventing me from moving any further despite the expectant look on James’ face. He stared at me for several seconds, and I willed my hands to move,but they wouldn’t comply.
Suddenly, he sprung from the chair, launching himself at me, andwrapping a hand around my throat, gripping it tightly enough to let me know he could cut off my air withjusta little bit more pressure.
“I told you, there would be consequences if I have to repeat myself. IfI tell you to do something, I expect you to do it. Don’t make me show you what happens if I have to tell you twice, Mouse,”he hissed, his eyes blazing with fury.“Panties. Off. Now. I want to see what’s mine.”
He released my throat and took a step back. A tear slid down mycheek unbidden, and I could only hope my show of weakness didn’t add to his ire.
Somehow, I managed to coax my body into moving, and I lowered mypanties under James’ fierce gaze. Surprisingly, his gaze didn’t drop to the apex of my thighs, instead, he kept it on my face.
“Turn,” he ordered.
Summoning courage I wasn’t sure I had, I turned, giving himmy back, and holding my breath. I didn’t know if not being able to see his next move was worse than knowing what was coming.
Timeseemedto stand still as I waited for his next command. I wasn’tsure what I was expecting, but it wasn’t the featherlight touch of his fingertips brushing over the rough edges of the scars on my back, his soft touch a contrast to the harshness he’d shown to this point.
As if my scars had burned him, he quickly pulled his hand away.“Onthe bed, Mouse. Get on all fours with your ass up,”he bit out.
I was glad I had my back to him so he didn’t see a second tear fall.Doing as he asked, I climbed on the bed, telling myself to let my mind wander from what wasreallyabout to happen.
I was well practiced in letting my mind go elsewhere whenever Ms.Milligan dolled out punishments. As far back as I could remember, I enjoyed creating stories. I let my mind conjure up all sorts of different plots. Magical worlds where princesses rode dragons, romance stories where the characters would face some kind of adversity before they could finally be together.
I’d focus on building a world with characters who enjoyed their liveswhenever I was lashed with the leather belt, and when I was locked away in my room to let my wounds heal, I’d scribble down everything I’d imagined in my journals.
Despite suffering while creating the stories, they gave me theslightest bit of enjoyment. I could live a thousand different lives through my characters, and for a brief time, I wasn’t Willow Banks, the girl who couldn’t remember her past, and had no hope for a happy future.
I only hoped I’d be able to focus on creating something to get methrough the next few minutes.
From my periphery, I watched James undo his belt, the nerveszapping through me intensifying to the point it felt like I was being electrocuted. A second later, the bed dipped behind me, and a rough hand landed on the back of my neck, pushing my head down into the pillows.
A quiet whimper left me when I felt James press up against me, and Ibraced myself for what was imminent.
James spat, and a second later, his fingers pressed against myexposed entrance as he rubbed his spittle in. When he removed his fingers, they were replaced with something much bigger.
Letting go of my neck, James grabbed my hips, and in one roughthrust, he pushed inside of me. Agony tore its way through my body at the intrusion, and I couldn’t stop myself from crying out.
“Silence!”he growled angrily, his fingers digging into the flesh of myhips.
I bit my lip to stop from crying out again, especially when he pulledout before roughly shoving back inside me. I’d experienced pain many times, but this, somehow it was worse than the strikes of the belt. This felt like I was being cut open from the inside.
“Fuck! Who knew virgin pussy could feel this fucking good,”Jameshissed as he began to move in and out of me.
My entire body tensed from the unbearable burn between my legs.Every time he pulled out and pushed back in again felt like I was being split right down the middle. I tried to focus on something else, lose myself in my fantasies, but the pain was too much to hold onto the sweet images my brain was trying to create.
A copper twang filled my mouth, and I realized I’d made my lip bleedfrom where I was biting so hard to stop from screaming.
“Christ, Mouse. You’re so damn tight. I can feel your cunt squeezingaround me,”he panted, his thrusts growing more urgent.
I closed my eyes, hoping this would be over soon. Thankfully, I didn’thave to wait long. After several more thrusts, James grunted, and a warm sensation filled me. As he pulled out, his heavy breaths filled the room. He leaped off the bed, but I stayed as still as a statue, not daringto move until he said I could.Eventhen, I wasn’t sure I would be able to move, the pain was rendering me immobile.
The sound of James re-buckling his belt hit my ears as I tried toignore the sticky feeling between my legs which was slowly dripping onto the bed.
“Clear yourself up, Willow, and change the fucking bedsheets unlessyou want to sleep in your own blood.”
Withthathe stormed out, slamming the door behind him. Ipushed myself up and off the bed, nausea threatening to erupt out of me. With every movement, pain shot through my center, but it was when my gaze fell on the bloody stains of my innocence,thatmy legs buckled, and I collapsed to the floor, tears streaming down my face.
Chapter 6
