Chapter 15
Hailey's POV:
I continued to keep my eyes shut as he rolled me onto my back. He was now on top of me, but, careful not to use his weight to crush me. He left trails of butterfly kisses on my collarbone, my shoulder, my stomach. His mouth was hot, and it left a moist trail on my skin. At every touch his mouth made to my akin, it made me shudder. Then he closed his lips around my right nipple and sucked on it. My body arched, and I felt something consuming low in my belly. He did the same thing to my other nipple, and the tension inside me grew, multiplied.
He noticed it. I knew he did because his hand moved down in-between my thighs and felt the moisture building up there. "Getting ready for Master, already?" he murmured, stroking my folds. "So sweet, so responsive."
I whimpered as his lips began moving down my body, his breathing tickling my skin. I knew that he was deliberately doing this to set me up and as I guessed, he paused as he got to his intended destination.
For a second, I tried to show that I had a bit of shame left in me so, I resisted. That earned me a low growl from him. I will that was a warning for me not to do that again. He lazily pulled my legs apart, sliding a finger gently across my fold, patting on my clit.
I moaned and wriggled, giving up whatever shame I had left. This was good. So good. He reached his lips down and kissed me tenderly there, sending a load of heat bathed my body. Man, this man was skilled and really did put this mouth of his to good use. He licked and nibbled around my clitoris until I was grabbing onto the sheets for my dear life. He closed his lips around it and sucked. Electrifying! Too, too electrifying that I jolt up, wary to the unfamiliar pleasure. This was all new to me.
I had no idea what was going on. Why it was
irresistible. Why I enjoyed it. This was frightening. I was on fire, throbbing between my legs, my heart drumming and my body wanting more. I couldn't catch my breath, and I was already panting.
"Good," he blew into my folds.
No. No. I couldn't take it anymore. I had to get away from all this. I had to. This was sickening. This man almost knocked me out earlier on, and here he was, making me feel a different kind of way.
I started struggling, and he chuckled softly. I could feel the gusts of air from his breath on my sensitive flesh. He easily held me down and continued with his work. He was so concentrated on that like it was a full-time job. The tension inside me was becoming unbearable. I was shivering against his tongue, and my movement seemed to be helping in drawing me closer to a more intensive edge. Then I let out a soft scream, my entire body tightened, and I was clouded by a wave of pleasure so strong that my eyes rolled back. My body weakened and I was out of breath. Then it hit me that this was an orgasm that I had just experienced.
The first in my lifetime. Never have I had this. It felt good. My emotions were released. I felt free. I felt different. Good different. He hadn't even touched me. He only did this with his mouth. The closest experience I have had with this was from stories Lilly told me. She would always paint a mental picture of what an orgasm was for me. I couldn't stop myself from tearing up. I just wanted to fold up and cry myself to death.
My life was gone. And, the one that took it just did this to me and I liked it.
I was so devastated that I just wanted to hurt myself. I squeezed my eyes shut again. But he was not done with me yet. He crawled up my body and kissed my mouth again. He tasted differently now, salty, with a slightly sticky mixture. It was from me, I realized. I was tasting myself on his lips.
I didn't want this anymore. It was disgusting and embarrassing.
"Please, let me go," I whispered, sobbing.
He stiffened. Withdrew and held my gaze. "What?" He said through gritted teeth.
"Please, I want to go," I begged.
He ignored my plea. Instead, he reached down to my lips and kissed me tenderly again. Before it turned possessive and rough. His tongue tried to enter my mouth, but I refused to path them. He pulled on my hair, making me wince in pain. He seized the opportunity in that when my mouth opened and his tongue penetrated my mouth. He resumed his position on top of me, his hips settled heavily between my legs. One of his hands was still holding the back of my head, while another one was between my thighs, lightly rubbing and stimulating me again.
I still tried to resist, but his hand left my hair to my throat. His hand closed around my neck but did not squeeze. I tensed and held still under his touch. What he did earlier on was still very fresh in my head. I don't need a reminder of what he was capable of when angered.
I was melting with fear as I felt the hardness of his erection pushing against my inner thigh, and I knew he was going to hurt me.
"Please," I whispered, opening my eyes to look at him. Maybe my eyes would make him have consideration towards me. When I noticed that nothing was working, my vision was blurred by tears. "Please . . . I've never done this before—please"
He inhaled sharply, and his eyes glistened brighter. "That is better," he said softly. Then he shifted his hips a little and used his hand to guide his shaft towards my opening. I gasped as he began to push inside. I was dry, and my body resisted the unfamiliar intrusion. He was big.
Enormous, in fact. The head of his cock entered my body.
I winced painfully. "Oh, please. This hurts. It hurts," I cried out. "Make it stop," I screamed and thrashed, but he used his strength to pin me down. "Oh, please. I will obey whatever you command of me. Just stop!" I begged, hitting on his chest.
He used a free hand to gather both of my hands under me, restricting me. It burned, and I cried out, wriggling my legs.
His pupils expanded, making his eyes look darker. There were trailing sweats on his forehead, and I realized he was actually restraining himself from moving.
"Stop, Hailey," he whispered harshly. "The more you struggle, the more it hurts, or, I will hurt you. Just relax."
I was trembling. Fear overwhelmed me and I couldn't follow his command. I was too nervous and it hurt so much. This was even a tip of him inside me. How much more when it was all of him inside me?
He continued to press, and my flesh slowly gave way, reluctantly stretching for him. I was writhing now, sobbing, my nails scratching at my skin as he still had both of my hands behind me, but he was relentless, working his cock in bit by bit. Then he paused for a second, and I could see the side of his head pulsing near his temple. He looked as if he was in pain. But I knew that he was in pleasure while I was in pain. He lowered his head, kissing my forehead.
And then he pushed past my hymen barrier, tearing through the thin membrane with one firm and quick thrust. He didn't stop until his full length was buried inside me. I almost passed out from the pain. My stomach grew with nausea, and I felt faint. I was choking. I tried to scream but instead, I took in shallow breaths to avoid passing out.
"Please-" I begged, feeling myself passing out.
"Don't pass out on me, Hailey. Hold on," he warned.
I could feel his hardness rotated deep inside me, and it was the most crushing, intrusive thing I have ever experienced.
"Keep calm," he murmured in my ear, "just relax, my toy. The pain will stop. Just let go."
I couldn't do anything but stay glued here. I was just taking all the hurt, even though it wasn't going away. He was bigger than me, covering me totally. He was stronger, and I had no will to move. I just laid there pinned underneath him.
He didn't move his hips, didn't thrust, even though I could feel the contraction in his muscles. Instead, he gently kissed my forehead again. I closed my eyes, pains in the form of tears streaming down my cheeks. He kept kissing every inch of my face; lips, eyelids, and nostrils.
He stayed still for a while, with him raining soft kisses on my face and neck. His hands embraced me and caressed my skin. This was an affection that lovers showed. We weren't lovers, and it hurt my heart the more. All the while, his cock was buried deep inside me, it didn't hurt any less. Instead, the hardness of his cock grew and burned me from within.
"Can't you just stop?" I asked.
"This is just the beginning. I can't stop, my toy," he said.
This man was a beast. It made him happy that I was hurting badly. In fact, the pleasure for him grew. He was deliberately hurting me all the more.
I thought my pain would subside, but it grew more. My body slowly began to soften and began to respond to his kisses and tender touch. This insane pervert noticed it and slowly began to move. He carefully withdrew his member and drove it back in.
Initially, his movements worsened it, only adding to my pain. And then he reached between our bodies with one hand and used one finger to flicker my clit, keeping the pressure light and steady. His thrusts moved my hips, causing me to rub against his finger rhythmically. To my horror, I felt the tension gathering inside me again. The pain was still there, but it was withering and turning to pleasure. I was writhing in his arms, but now I was fighting myself as well.
His thrusts got harder, deeper, and I was screaming once again from the unbearable, overwhelming feeling. The pain and the pleasure together, until they became indifferent from one another until it was pure and consuming sense. And then I combusted. The orgasm tore every nerve of me, making my vision darken completely.
Suddenly, I could hear him groaning against my ear and felt him getting even thicker and longer inside me. His cock was pulsing and jerking deep within me, and I knew that he found his release as well.
After he found his release, he rolled off me and gathered me to him, holding me close. And I cried in his arms uncontrollably, seeking consolation from the very person who was the cause of my pains.
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Afterwards, my mind became cloudy, my thoughts strangely confused. He carried me to a comfortable bathtub, and I laid weakly in his arms, so worn out. Now he was cleaning me up. I was lying in the bathtub with him. My head rested in his chest while he filled the tub with relaxing warm water. I was seriously surprised that my legs could still support my body after that. I felt numb and, for a second, non-existent. There was blood on my thighs. I could see it mixing with the water, running down the drain.
Also, there was his semen, equally washing down. I might now have an STD. Or worse, get pregnant. I was horrified. I wasn't even on control pills because I wasn't involved with anyone. Having a child for this kind of man would be the death of me. Why was part of my mother's fate repeating in my life?
I began to cry all over again. Brandon began to wash me from my hair through every part of my body. He used a banana scented shampoo and conditioner to wash my hair and a mild, intoxicating body wash to clean me up.
He even shaved all parts of my body; armpit, legs and pubic hair. Once I was all cleaned up and smooth, he shut off the water and guided me out of the bathtub. He dried me off with a towel first and then himself. He wrapped me up in a fluffy robe and carried me to the kitchen to feed me. He got pasta and sauce from the fridge and microwaved it. On a normal day, the food would have tasted better but now, the taste was faint, and I just stared at it.
"Eat," he ordered.
"I am not hungry," I blurted out.
"Don't make me repeat myself," he warned.
Nonchalantly, I took the fork and began to circle my food. Before I took one forkful and chewed on it with tears streaming down my face again.
He ignores my bitterness and passed me a glass of water and pineapple juice. Which I gulped down hungrily because I was so thirsty. I was so tired and just wanted to lay down. After I struggled with the food, he led me back to the restroom, ordered me to brush my teeth which I did, relieved myself of the pressing pee that has bothered me, and he led me back to the bedroom.
As we got to the room, it seemed as if it had taken a different shape. The sheets were changed from bloodstained white to dove grey, and I was thankful that I hadn't had to stare at my innocence.
He kissed me lightly on the lips, left the room, and locked the door. I was so exhausted that I walked over to the bed, laid down, and instantly fell asleep.
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