Author's notes: First, I'd like to thank Kirk2004 for all of his editing help. Second, I'd like to thank everyone who read, voted, and commented on this series. This was the first story I posted on Literotica, and there was something fun and terrifying about the experience. I hope you enjoy reading the conclusion of this tale.
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Mr. Taylor
I watched at the window for Kelly's car, but instead Aaron's car was the only one that pulled into the parking lot. I saw Kelly in the passenger seat. At first, it looked as if she were leaving the car. The door didn't open though, and a few minutes later, I watched as they kissed.
The windows of the car fogged up as images of them fucking in his white sedan flashed in my head. I saw from that kiss that they were into each other. Only a blind man would've missed it, and maybe not even then.
"You fucked him, didn't you?" I screamed at Kelly twenty minutes later, as she sat on my futon couch shaking her head 'no.'
"I didn't. I swear I didn't," Kelly said with tears streaming down her beautiful face. "I wanted to, but I didn't."
Her tears and admission stopped me from yelling. "Well, fine, but you wanted to? What did you do, Kelly? Why were you with him?"
I was ready to explode. It was unlike me to be angry with her, or anyone else for that matter, even though I knew her words were true. The idea of losing Kelly to such a jerk fueled me. Something inside me snapped.
"I didn't fuck him. He tricked me..." she started.
"Tricked you? What the hell were you doing in his car in the first place?" I spat my bitter words at her. "Exactly how did he trick you? What! You fell on his dick, but it was completely accidental?" A cold anger seethed through my body.
Even though she told me she didn't have sex with him, I wanted to believe the worst in her. I couldn't calm down.
"I don't know what's wrong with me. I...I just wanted, I don't know," her voice was lost in her sobs.
It was hard to stay angry with her as she cried in earnest. I should have comforted her. I wanted to take her in my arms and kiss away her tears. Even before this, I knew I was already losing her.
She didn't want sex from me, at least not like before. After three months, I was no longer her lover. I was just her father figure. Maybe that was the problem. Maybe she felt guilty about being with me. Inside I listened to her, for what seemed like the first time. I felt like I had a revelation. It was so clear in my mind, as if a neon sign were shouting the answer at me.
There were two choices for me, treating her like a treasure, a goddess versus treating her like a pet, a toy for my own amusement. There was no choice to make at all, if I wanted her to stay in my life.
I stomped across the room, my fists in tight balls. I could smell her arousal. I knew it was for him, her would-be rapist, not me. I tried to deny what she wanted from me. Even as glaring as the answer was, I still did not want to wrap my brain around it.
It seemed so simple now what she was saying to me, as much as I'd refused to see things clearly before. It was as if she wanted to be raped by him, or by me. My stomach turned at my thoughts as I really looked at Kelly. I wondered if I'd win, if I made her choose between him or me. I was afraid to know whom she'd pick if given the choice.
Even through my rage, I realized I had to do something. Maybe it was too late, but I had to try. I hated what came to mind, what all the signs were adding up to, made me sure of what she needed, what she wanted.
I slapped her as hard as I could across the face, which was not very hard. Her sobbing hitched in her throat, and she stopped crying. Her face was blank, as she was stunned into silence. She looked content even, I raised my hand to slap her again, and she smiled.
I hated myself for it, but I hit her again, across the face with my open palm. My anger dissipated as I grabbed her by her hair, loosened her bun, and pulled her face to mine. I crushed her lips with my own, and she opened to me. She did not return my kiss, but she let me dive in with my tongue.
"No," she whispered to me as I broke from the kiss. Her eyes opened wide and her pupils dilated. I let her sink back down on the futon, I still had her hair in my hands directing and guiding her until her face was level with my pending erection.
"No?" I questioned as I pushed down my sweat pants and boxers with my right hand, still holding her by the hair with my left. "Did you say, no?"
She had a slight smile on her lips as I pushed my semi-erect dick against them. I used one arm to push her farther back on the couch by the hair, as I used the other to brace myself above her. She was silent as her eyes swept across my cock. I pushed it harder against her mouth.
I pulled her hair and head with more force and said, "Don't ever tell me no again. Do you understand?"
I could feel her head trying to nod and then she said, "Yes, Mr. Tay..."
