I sucked in a breath, preparing for the orgasm I so desperately wanted.
“Ya? I’m glad you like her because she’s perfectly ready to cum for you.”
The next thing I knew, his mouth was on my body, sending chills up my spine as he worked his magic with his mouth. A moan escaped me as he started to fuck me with his tongue. I looked down to see only Nick’s hair, and the sight alone had me writhing, chasing my orgasm.
I placed a hand on the dash, and another tugged at his hair. Cursing as he brought me closer and closer to climax. I closed my eyes, forcing myself to picture us anywhere but a car. I thought about the first time Nick took me to his office, the countless times we’ve had sex in the kitchen, in the shower, and on his bed. I tried to think of only him. But when I flashed open my eyes for the briefest second, I didn’t see Nick, I sawhim.
“What are you doing standing all by yourself with that boy?” my stepdad said as I opened the passenger side door to his Porsche. “He looked like he was about to kiss you with him hovering over you and touching your hair.”
I grabbed my seatbelt, trying to avoid eye contact and get my nerves in check.
“We were just talking. He’s a friend, and we’re both in the same math class.”
“How many times have I told you to stay away from boys? They only want one thing. They will use you up and make you filthy before they move on to the next girl. All men are the same, especially at this age, with their hormones racing faster than a race car driver on crack. None of them will love you like me. ”
I felt my body stiffen as he placed a hand on my thigh. And I froze.
“You know that, right?” His words were gentle, but his grip tightened the longer his hand lingered on my thigh.
I could feel him looking at me, and I just hung my head down low. My eyes were pinned to where his hand rested on my leg. I silently prayed that he would drop the subject if I complied and didn’t argue back. He hated it when I talked back to him.
“I’ve given you a good life, Melanie, and I just ask for some respect. Next time you are seen alone with a boy, I may not be so nice. You got it?”
He brushes a strand of hair behind my ear. “When someone asks you a question, you answer.”
“Yes, sir. I understand.”
“You and your mom would be on the streets right now if it weren’t for me. Living in a grungy subsidized house with lowlifes around. And your mom would be so desperate to put food on the table and pay rent that she would be riding someone’s dick for twenty dollars just to get by, bringing men in and out of your apartment..”
His words grabbed hold of my stomach and twisted it, tighter and tighter the more he talked. I hated his cocky pep talks about where we would be without him. I wanted to punch him in his face and tell him to shut the fuck up. But if I did, I knew what my punishment would be.
“I’m the one who gave you and her all what you have, and without my support, she would have had you taken away by DHS a long time ago, and God knows what type of upbringing you would have had then. Moving from foster home to foster home. And I promise you, there are men out here who would treat you way worse.”
He had a point, but there were also men out there who would have treated me much better. With kindness, rather than force, I was not made to do things I didn’t want to do.
“I love you, Melanie,” he says as he brushes my hair past my ear and uses his pointer finger to turn my chin to face him.
“I hope you understand that, sweetie. I’m doing all this to protect you. To help you.”
Bile rose to my chest, and I had to force it down because I knew what was coming. It’s why I hated it when he picked me up from school. It didn’t happen often but when it did it meant I had no way out. No alcohol to drown out the grunts and moans while he’s on top of me. No way to fade out the smell of his cologne as he put all his weight on me to the point I couldn’t move. The days he picked me up from school, I had no other choice but to take it.
“I know Richard.” I finally said.
He continues to brush my hair, like I was some puppy. “That’s good, now enough with the heavy, how about I take you shopping. We can go any place you’d like. And after we’re done, we can go to our special spot and you can try some clothes on for me. Huh? What do you say?”
“Ya, that sounds good. I would like that.” I face him, forcing a small smile.
He squeezes my thigh as a wide grin spreads across his face. “That’s my good girl.”
“Stop,”I said softly. I felt Nick kissing up my thigh as I came back to the present. “Stop,” I whispered again.
Nick was hovering above me before I shouted. “Stop please!”
“Mel, it’s okay. I’m stopping.”
Breathing heavily, I looked up at Nick, whose thick eyebrows were furrowed, and his expression morphed into complete concern.
When did he stop eating me out? Did I say anything to alarm him?
