Page 63 of Safer Together
His lips start to lift up at the edges, the beginning of his satanic smile, “Yes, you should be. We could already be married, Angie, don’t you see? If you hadn’t run four years ago, we could have gotten married. We could have already had a child or two, and I could have had a place to stick my cock all of those nights, too.”
At the sound of its name being called, said member twitches against my leg. He feels it too. “Now, be a good wifey, and get on your knees.” I do so without hesitation, I wrap my hand around his firming cock, and grip tight, pulling it forward and then back again. I lean forward and open my mouth, allowing the tip to push past my lips, “that’s my slut, suck my cock”, he says, his hands lower to take a position on either side of my head.
Prepared this time, I don’t even flinch when he pulls my hair, or when he starts pulling me onto his cock, I just let him, praying that if this goes well, he might give me some time out. He quickens his pace, and he starts inhaling short sharp breaths, he goes harder, and I anticipate the spurt of hot cum down my throat, but it never comes, instead he pulls out.
He lifts me up and places my ass on the vanity counter, spreading my legs wide for him before positioning himself at my entrance, “you washed that cunt for me didn’t you?” he asks, pushing his fingers inside me, he withdraws them immediately, lifting them to his nose, I see the blood on them.
Without any warning, he slams into me, I throw my head back, biting my lip trying to hold onto the scream that is preparing to escape my throat. His head leans towards my breasts and his bites my nipple, excruciatingly hard, “Fuck Dylan.”
“That’s right, I’m fucking you. I own this cunt, let the whole world hear it, Angela.” He keeps up his pace, punishing my pussy with hard thrusts. His hand finds its way around my throat again, and he tightens his grip. “Has Elliot ever had this cunt Angela?” he taunts, I shake my head not wanting him to know the truth and possibly make him angrier, “that’s what I thought, no one but me.”
“Only you, Dylan,” I say to him.
His free hand lifts and lands on my nipple. He takes it between his forefinger and thumb and squeezes it, then twists it so hard I feel as though it’s going to come completely off. I scream as loud as I possibly can. “Take it, take it, you slut,” Dylan spits out at me.
He increases his punishing pace. “You love it rough, don’t you,” he starts, pulling all the way out and slamming home again. “You crave someone to take control of your body,’’ all the way out, and slamming back in. “I’m going to make sure that you’re going to feel me forever. When you walk, when you go to the toilet, you’re going to know that I’ve been in this cunt.” He begins hardening inside me. “Now take this, you filthy cum bucket whore,” he grunts out as he starts spurting inside of me.
While he is still coming down from his bliss from release, I ask something that I have wondered for years. “Tell me, Dylan. How did you get off without any jail time? You raped me, broke my leg and you pretty much got a slap on the wrist. How does that happen?”
His eyes begin to lose their glazed over look and begin to focus in on me “because my lawyer was worth every penny I paid him. He made sure there was enough reasonable doubt. He convinced them that the sex between us, although rough was consensual. And with that, she was unable to convict me. I don’t see why you’re so upset; you got that damn protection order. Why does it even matter? We are here now, together and I’ll never be parted from you again.”
I know I’m not going to win this argument, not when he is deluding himself into thinking that we are meant to be together, and that by treating me this way he is somehow going to break me. I won’t let that happen. I stare into his emerald eyes, the ones I used to find beautiful, they now disgust me as much as the man they belong to.
Somewhere outside we hear the sound of a gunshot. Dylan pulls out of me immediately, dragging me naked along with him into the bedroom, “Angela”, I hear Elliot’s voice shout out my name. Dylan’s hand wraps around my mouth, as he pulls me in front of him, like a human shield. I feel blood and semen dripping down my legs, just as Elliot’s frame comes into the room with Price and Drake on his flank.
“It’s over, Dylan. Let her go” Elliot says, quietly, almost too quietly. He is barely holding himself back. Beside me I feel Dylan’s trusty baseball bat coming up my body, until he has it lengthwise across my throat, he pulls back, just enough that I feel my airway getting cut off. Elliot eyes the bat and sees that it’s covered in blood. Dylan notices too, “Angie here loves getting fucked by me and my bat” he spits back at him.
Elliot lunges forward and the pressure on my windpipe increases. I’m barely able to intake at all, I feel my legs leaving the floor as he lifts me up by the throat. “Put her down there, Mr. Roberts,” Price announces, his gun raised.
“If I drop her, I’m as good as dead” Dylan shoots back at them, he bends down, stopping by my ear and speaks loudly, so everyone can hear. “If I’m going to die, then so are you. Till death do us part. Isn’t that right, Angela?”
He rises once more, I feel his breath on the back of my neck, my legs flailing underneath me, lifting my hands to the bat, trying to get him to release it, even slightly, “Please, Dylan, I can’t breathe” I whisper hoarsely.
“You heard her, Dylan, put her down,” Elliot demands. His tone of voice is deadly and full of venom.
“Can’t do that, Elliot. This little slut here is my shield. If I put her down, your man there will shoot me” he spits out. Price sets him straight.
“No one needs to die here today, Dylan. Put Miss White down and we can all leave here. You can tell us what happened here over the last three days.” Three days, he has held me captive for three days. I look to Elliot once again and see that he has some serious five o’clock shadow on his face, and he looks dog tired, not his usual put together self.
“I’ve been here for three days?” I croak out,
“Yes sweetheart. It’s been three days. It’s okay, we are here now though. You’re going to be okay.” Dylan pulls back the bat once more, and it’s almost too much, I feel lightheaded, and stars start to appear in front of my eyes.
“She has been too busy riding my cock and baseball bat to know how much time has gone by. She is ruined now, Elliot, can’t you see the combination of my semen and her blood dripping down her legs. I’ll be the only person who she ever thinks of now, so even if you ever get the chance to be inside of her, she won’t be thinking of you. No. She will be thinking of me,” he snarls, “doesn’t matter, you won’t ever get the chance” he finishes, pulling the bat back the final half-inch, and I can’t breathe. I hear a gunshot somewhere around me. I look at Elliot, and as everything goes black, I mouth, “I love you” to him.
