My Best Friend’s Father Wants me novel Chapter 24

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.”

“It hurts so much,” I whimpered.

I opened my eyes. My tears pooled in from of my lens. It was hard to see but I saw it: a red smudge. The metallic smell tickled my nose and the incident flashed through my mind again.

“He hurt me.”

I couldn’t hear his knocking at the door. I was alone. He had probably gone back to his room. I managed to get to my feet and staggered to the bathroom. My thighs rubbed against the fabric. It was wet. My heart skipped a beat. I couldn’t imagine the sight in the shower, I didn’t even want to see it.

It took a while to take the lingerie off. Every movement was agony. I left the clothes piled on the floor and slipped into the shower.

Hot water? Cold water? What would help?

I chose a warm spray and simply stood under it. It wouldn’t wash the pain away but it was calming, soothing. I caught a glimpse of the red-tainted water before I closed my eyes and relaxed under the water.

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I was back in my bedclothes. The urge to eat anything eluded me as I lay in bed. Thoughts of Mr. Wright flashed in my head. The penthouse was silent. I couldn’t hear the light sounds of his voice as he talked on the phone. It was deathly quiet and was only a few minutes past 8:00 pm.

Sleep eluded me as well and I lay there, silent tears streaming down my face. My pussy still throbbed but it was better now.

I wanted to regret knowing him, taking this job, and having my first time with him, but I couldn’t. I was angry, hateful, in pain, but that was all. I grabbed my pillow and hugged it, trying to seek comfort in clean sheets.

Tomorrow was a new day. I would see his face again but, I wasn’t sure I was ready to. I was scared to see him. I was scared to face him…