I wake up to someone’s hands touching between my thighs, fingers probing and caressing my clit. I moan when a finger enters me, and the person’s tongue licks at my bud, which is now a hard, throbbing bundle of nerves.
“Blake?” I whisper hopefully into the darkness.
I hear him grunt as his tongue runs through my folds, and then he sucks my clit into his mouth. My hands move down and grip his hair, and I use it to stabilize myself as I ride his tongue, seeking the release I so desperately need.
I should stop him, demand we talk and sort things out, but I can’t. I’m already lost to my body’s desires, and right now I can’t focus on anything else other than how good he’s making me feel.
The gentle sound of him tasting my arousal and his subsequent moans have me arching my back and gripping the rails of the headboard. His tongue moves in circles, faster, rougher, and more persistent now. He enters two fingers into my heat and begins to stroke my walls, making me scream out for him to go faster.
I hear his husky laugh as he continues to torture me, stopping just as I’m at my peak. Letting out an irritated grunt. Blake flips me over onto my stomach and lifts my hips up, my ass now in the air. With one swift movement he’s buried inside me, and he stills as I adjust to him. I can feel the pulse of his cockhead hitting my G-Spot, and not able to help myself I push my butt up against him, eager for my release. His hands tighten on my hips, pinching my sensitive skin hard. “Don’t ever question me again, you got me,” he says forcefully.
My heart beats harder. “Ow, you’re hurting me, Blake.”
He twists my hair in one hand, forcing my head back, and I cry out at the sudden sting. Tears pool in my eyes as his hold on my hip tightens further, his hand gripping my hair twisting it around his arm even more. With him still deep inside of me, he leans down and whispers in my ear, “If you ever leave me, I will kill you.”
Shocked, I cry out, “Blake, please. Stop, you’re hurting me.”
“You hear what I’m saying, Charity, you aren’t ever leaving me. Tell me you understand.”
I can smell whisky on his breath, and I realize he’s drunk. Not wanting to play this game anymore, I try to get out of his hold and push forward, wanting his cock out of me. “You’re being a bad girl, Charity,” he grunts, then pulls out and rams his cock inside me again, causing me to scream out at the unwelcome intrusion. “You will obey me, Charity,” he commands on the next thrust.
Tears run freely down my cheeks, I try to hold on to the headboard but I can’t reach it. “Please let me go, Blake, you’re drunk.”
“Drunk! Maybe a little…. But you will listen to me and do as I say.”
Fear like nothing I’ve ever felt before runs through me. I’ve never seen him this way—who is this man? Oh God, please don’t hurt me.
“Now you listen to me, Chairty. You will get rid of that thing inside you, and we’re going to go back to the way things were, before you decided to get pregnant.”
“But I didn’t….” He pulls hard on my hair again, and I scream out. He bites down on my earlobe, his teeth piercing my skin with the force, and I’m crying uncontrollably, my body shaking with fear, and I’m sore—sore all over.
“Please, Blake, let me go,” I say again, pleading with him this time, my scalp feeling red raw under his relentless grip.
“Never,” he growls, and then without warning he thrusts in and out of me violently, not listening to my screams for him to stop.
Finally he lets go of my hair, and the top half of my body falls flat onto the bed. The only thing keeping the rest of me up is his harsh grip on my hips. I cry into the pillow, begging him to stop but he doesn’t, he continues to fuck me hard, his hand coming down now and then to strike my buttcheek.
“I don’t’ want this,” I manage to sob out, but he ignores my pleas and continues his assault.
That was the first time Blake raped me, and I wish I could say it was the last.