“Hurry up,” the man nearly barked. He pulled me forward, giving me no choice but to follow.
I was gonna be sick.
As fire burned within, it took everything in me to keep putting one foot in front of the other. I didn’t dare look around the space as the man unlocked the door and dragged me into the house. The door clicked shut moments before he was stalking off, me attached to him, through the dark, quiet house.
Another whimper, this time as I had to step up too many stairs. I stumbled up most of them, whichmade the man grumble and hold onto my upper arm to keep me upright.
I couldn’t see through the tears that fell, my breaths growing heavy as we finally landed on solid ground.
Maybe if it had been another time, another day, I’d have enjoyed the soft, warm carpet my feet sunk into. Maybe I’d have basked in the warmth of the colors of the walls. Instead, as I panicked inward, my stomach threatening to expel dinner and the growing need inside, all I could do was go where I was pulled to.
“Sit.”
I almost sat right there on the floor, but a force from my arm dragged me to the edge of a bed. My body sunk into the mattress as the man unhooked the cuff from around my wrist first before doing the same to the part attached to his pants.
He tossed the metal to the side somewhere, leaving a clank echoing in my ears as I forced my body to stay still.
“Donny says you’re a virgin.”
Sure, whatever that was. So I nodded.
“Lay on your back.”
Slowly, and with shaking arms, I laid my back on the top of the bed. My legs dangled over the edge, barely reaching the floor.
I clenched my eyes tight, hands at my sides. It took all my energy, all my willpower to stay still. I wasn’t even sure if I was breathing.
Slowly, the man lifted my skirt. The chilly air hit my sweaty skin, causing me to shake in part fear, in part uncertainty.
“Breathe,” the man whispered, almost gently. It was so at odds with how the orders before had been barked at me.
I took in a gasping breath, my lungs crying out for more air. I hadn’t realized I was holding my breath until then.
“You are pretty,” he said, moving to lean over my body, my skirt forgotten, so he could brush a soft finger along my face, tracing it.
I didn’t open my eyes, not wanting to see into his soul or his thoughts. Whatever he was going to do, could he just get it done and over with? Quickly?
A soft touch against my lips caused my eyes to flash open. The man was right there, his eyes partly open as he pressed again. Just enough pressure to kiss my glossed lips, before he backed away.
I blinked, hoping I didn’t look like a kid at that moment.
“You are a virgin, aren’t you.” He tilted his head to the side like he wasn’t sure about that tiny fact until right then. “I am sorry.”
Sorry for what?
He pulled away, but not before pushing his pelvis into mine as he did so. It renewed the need, causing me to arch up against him, seeking more.
I whined when I couldn’t do more than hump the air, closing my eyes once more.
I shook my head. I didn’t want his attention. I didn’t want him to see how ugly I truly was under these clothes.
Sir was going to be so mad at me. He was going to-
“Shhh, now.” He pulled up the skirt again, all the way to show off the silky material that was underneath.That small bit of fabric was just enough to cover just howboyI was.
Just as slowly, he pulled the flimsy material down enough, then paused, even though my hips humped the air and found no release from the quickly rising pressure inside of me.
“You…aren’t….no…..”
