Enora:
His strokes were fast and hard. I gripped the sheets and cried out. My pussy was smarting, stinging, my voice was weak. A sensible word could barely come out of my mouth.
“I never want you to talk with someone like that, ever again.”
He slapped his hand across my ass and I cried out even louder. Tears pricked the corner of my eyes as the stinging grew.
“Tell him to stop!” My inner voice screamed at me.
My mouth opened to say something but again, failed. I was weak to the pain. There was no pleasure. The cries turned into sobs and I buried my head in the pillow and gritted my teeth with each heavy stroke.
Why did I agree to this? Why did he want to do this to me? Was it hate? Anger? Because I knew that this wasn’t pleasure. This was far from love.
“You belong to me, Enora. Say it.”
I tried to say it, but tears choked my voice.
“Say it.”
“I belong…”
I couldn’t speak anymore. The pain was too much.
“Enora?”
The intensity of his strokes began to decline but I could still feel the stinging, the smarting pain. My legs lay still, the cuffs still shackled to them. My hands were numb and weak. They could no longer grasp the sheets in pain.
“Enora, talk to me.”
He pulled out of me. I could feel his eyes looking down at me. My head was buried in a pillow, I couldn’t move. I heard the sound of the cuff key in the lock and soon my wrists and ankles were free.
“Enora?”
He grabbed me and tried to turn me over but I felt an angry kind of energy spring up in me.
“Stay away from me!”
I lashed out at him and struck him on his muscular chest. My knuckle hurt but he barely flinched in pain.
“Enora? What…”
“I said, don’t touch me!”
I backed away from him and rolled off the bed.
“That was painful. It hurt!”
“You didn’t say anything…”
“I couldn’t! I tried but… the words didn’t come out.”
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