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Blaze
Ihadn’tplanneditbut it was happening, and she was kissing me, and even moving with me, although whether that was intentional or accidental, I had no idea.
I was losing myself in the way she felt beneath me, in the power I felt as I fucked her in her childhood bedroom, like I’d always dreamed I would.
As Anneka’s body, and her tentative return of my affection, pushed me closer to spilling deep inside her, I focused on taking her there with me. Not out of kindness for her necessarily, but because I liked the way it felt when her pussy pulsed and rippled around my cock when she did.
My mouth returned to her nipples, sucking and rolling them with my tongue against the roof of my mouth, while my fingers rubbed at her clit. The change in her reactions to me was beautiful to watch, even as she frowned while her body rippled and writhed beneath me.
She really didn’t want to feel the things I was making her feel, and when I saw her suddenly arch up and her mouth opened on a gasp, I quickly covered it with my hand before she made too much noise.
The pulsing and quivering of her pussy wrenched my orgasm from me, and I rode the surge of pleasure as I forced myself as deep as I could go to jet my cum right up inside of her, to fertilise her, to breed her.
It was only after I felt myself coming back down from that high, that reason started to edge back into my consciousness, and I realised what I’d done. I’d only meant to watch her from afar, and I’d just forced myself on her again. Anneka trembled beneath me, her eyes nervously meeting mine as my bliss faded and horror set in.
I hadn’t meant to hurt her again. Not yet. Not now. I’d been staying away like I promised, while she kept my secret, and my family’s secrets. I’d just put every one of us in danger again.
I pulled away from her, kneeling between her legs as my dick dragged some of my cum onto her bedding, and she instantly curled up in a ball, and faced away from me.
“Anneka-”
“Please go, Blaze.”
No. I couldn’t go. I couldn’t leave things like this. Why the hell did I do that? Why the hell couldn’t I control my damn urges around her?
“I… I didn’t mean to,” I whispered, reaching out to rest a hand on her hip. She flinched as I touched her, but I didn’t withdraw my touch. I needed her warmth to ease the chill inside me, even though I was smart enough to realise that I didn’t deserve it.
Something about her seemed to draw out the worst of me, the darkest part, the shadowy part of my psyche that I was usually able to keep at bay just enough to appear normal. Why was she always the target of my viciousness, especially now that I knew she hadn’t intentionally caused what happened to me or Ember?
“I did what you asked,” she finally muttered, her entire body shivering. I could feel how cold she was, how her warmth seemed to have fled, leaving her skin cool to the touch. I moved off her, drawing the covers up and tucking them around her. It wasn’t enough though. I climbed back up beside her, and drew her back against me, trying to offer her some kind of warmth or comfort from me, if I had any of either to offer her.
She was stiff and tense in my hold, but slowly, surprisingly, she started to soften, and finally I realised she was asleep. Sleeping in my arms after we’d fucked. It wasn’t lovemaking, but was it really rape? She’d participated, even before my threats. She’d kissed me back. She’d touched me.
Was it really rape, if she was into it at first? Okay,yes, it still was, but she fell asleep in my arms, like she felt safe with me. Maybe I could win her heart after all. Somehow I too drifted off to sleep, wrapped around my Anneka, where I clearly should always have been.
Anneka
IT TOOK ME A few moments after I woke, to remember what had happened the night before, and as I rolled onto my back in my empty bed, I wondered if it had just been some weird combination of a dream and a nightmare. A combo; because parts of it were… not awful… I couldn’t let myself call it anything more pleasant, because I should have seen all of it as a horror, but I didn’t.
At first, Blaze had been tender with me, almost sweet, and when he’d changed, it was like he became someone else, but then after he’d finished, he’d acted like he felt remorse. I’d been pretty certain he didn’t feel any emotions at all, but he was starting to reveal more of himself than I think I’d ever known.
There was more to him, and even though I was horrified that he’d sneaked into my home, and forced himself on me again, and made threats against my only remaining parentthanks to him, I couldn’t hate him for it. Not completely. Like maybe I mostly hated him, but not fully.
God, I was such a mess! I rolled onto my other side, and that’s when the ache between my legs reminded me that he really had been here, and he’d really been inside me again. My only experiences of sex had been with Blaze, and each of them had been rough, brutal, cruel, but he’d started trying to make them pleasurable too. I still wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing, because it definitely confused things in my head.
For instance, right now, I should be screaming for my mum, and phoning the police. Instead, I was wondering if I should have told him I was already pregnant. I was keeping the baby, because there was no way I could punish it for his actions, but pregnant at twenty-two wasn’t quite how I’d imagined my future, least of all because I was kidnapped and raped multiple times.
I wished things had happened differently, that maybe we’d bumped into each other somewhere, had coffee and got to know each other. Maybe the sex could have happened as a mutual act, rather than something he forced on me. Maybe my first time could have been sweet and gentle, and something I’d look on fondly, rather than something that nearly destroyed me.
“Are you up, love?” Oh god,mum. I sat up just as she let herself into my room, a steaming cuppa in her hand. She set it by the bed, and then frowned, and picked up my shorts from the floor.
“Were you too warm in the night? I know I keep it a bit warm in here, but it helps with the aches.” I shrugged, grabbing the shorts and tucking them under the covers with me.
“I guess I was warm in the night, I don’t know. How are you feeling today? Up to going for a walk or something?”
Mum smiled brightly, and I realised it meant today was a good day, and god I wished she had more of those. I found myself smiling back as I sat up taller, tucking the sheet under my arms so I wouldn’t flash her.
