Marco hadn’t even waited for me to say yes to his question before prepping me for himself. Again, I wasn’t surprised. Men like him didn’t really ask for permission; they simply took whatever they wanted.
“Ready or not, here I come, my toy,” Marco announced, right before pushing his cock inside me in a single thrust.
My body jolted forward, and I clenched my jaw, along with my fists, when his action caused a burning pain in my hole.
“My God, you are so fuckingtight,” Marco hissed, then pulled out before thrusting into me again. “And you take my cock so well, my toy.” He started a rough rhythm, and with each push and pull, the pain intensified, along with the sting in my eyes.
Fuck, it hurt. It hurt so damn much.
I glanced at my mom, and found her staring at Marco’s movements with parted lips and dilated pupils.
She was turned on, that disgusting woman.
Marco grabbed my waist and started pounding into me, making my body jerk forward.
The pain increased – not only where he was fucking me, but also in my head from being slapped by him.
But still, I let him hurt me; I let Mom stay distracted. And, using his thrusts to my advantage, I kept shifting my body closer and closer to the side table. Every time he’d push into me, I’d slide my hands forward, and when I was finally close enough, I grabbed the couch’s armrest and angled my body sideways. Just a little.
“Harder, Master,” I managed to say, much to my mom’s surprise. “Give me all you got.”
“And you think I’m not?” Marco grunted, then doubled his efforts by quickening his pace.
Good.
But that also meant I had to move faster, because in provoking him like that, I’d reduced the time it would take for him to come.
I glanced at my mom again, and found her sneaking a hand under her dress in order to touch herself.
I swallowed and looked away, and when Marco moved inside me again, I stretched forward and grabbed the nail file that was merely a few inches away from me.
My heart was hammering, and the palm in which I held the nail file was starting to get sweaty.
I had to fuckingmove.
I gripped the metal object in a vise grip, and before I could second-guess my impulses, I twisted my upper body around and shoved the nail file into Marco’s left cheek.
It didn’t go all the way in, of course, and I had to withdraw it as a result, but I managed to puncture his skin nonetheless.
The feeling of flesh tearing open under my assault made a thrill run through my bones, making a smile creep up my face.
Marco screamed – a high-pitched shriek that rang violently in my ears – and pulled out of me before hastily stepping away from me. He covered his now-bleeding cheek with a shaky hand and stared at me in pure shock.
“What the fuck?” he whispered, then yelled, “What the fuck?!”
“You like that,Master?” I said to him – as calmly as I could – then took a step in his direction.
He almost fell in the process of getting away from me, and when I winked at him, he threw open the main door and practically ran out – naked from the waist down, and with his dick hanging limply between his legs.
“Dorran!” came Mom’s voice from behind me, seconds before she grabbed my arm and turned me around to face her.
She was seething, trembling, and, dare I say, the latter reaction seemed to be coming out of fear. Her eyes, dilated only seconds ago, had lost their color and were wide as fucking saucers. Her complexion had paled, and her expression was one of complete horror.
She scanned my face, and what she found there must’ve scared her further, because she let go of my arm and put distance between us.
“Dorran…” My name left her lips in a barely-audible whisper. “What…what’re you…”
I looked at her –reallylooked. The woman who gave birth to me. The woman who drove my father away. The woman who used me as a convenience to fill her pockets. The woman who hurt me.
