I Felt Sorry For Him Pt 04

Part 4

All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 years old or older. The following contains themes of blackmail and coercion, if such content offends you, please do not read. This is an erotic FICTION story. This is purely for entertainment and never meant to happen in reality. If you have issues with such kinks, please do not read. I've received lots of private feedback from readers of parts 1-3 and I really appreciate it thank you. I've had some trouble getting this passed the Mods this time which is something new to me and as a result I've had to rewrite almost the entire thing.

For the rest of the week Ben keeps a low profile. However, I can't say the same for Ian. Every night he shows up without fail and I go through the motions to satisfy his needs, receiving precious little in return. In a way, I'm relieved to have a break from Ben after the damage he did to anus. After he left that night, it swelled up like a balloon and hurt so much I could barely sit down.

Friday finally arrives and I can barely contain my excitement at the thought of seeing Liam. Despite my best efforts I don't get away from work until late and arrive home just after six. As I pull into my street, I see a strange car parked outside my house. I pull up behind it, turn off the engine before stepping out and make my way up the garden path towards my house. Just as I reach the front door, it swings open and there standing in the doorway is Liam with a big smile on his face.

"There she is!" he shouts, while swinging his arms open.

"Oh my God!" I exclaim, as I leap towards him and throw my arms around him.

I squeeze him tight and press my head into his chest, as a couple of tears make their way down my cheeks.

"You okay, Mom?" he asks.

"Umm, hmm," I reply, barely able to speak as I squeeze him even tighter.

For the next few minutes, we just stand there in the doorway, silently hugging each other neither of us seemingly willing to let the other go, especially not me.

"Come on," he says gently after a little while, as he prises himself out of my grasp before placing his arm around my shoulders.

We step inside and I feel the stress and tension of the past few months melt away. We head straight to the living room and as we enter, I see a girl I don't know sitting on the sofa.

"Mom, this is Emily," Liam says, gesturing towards her. "Emily, this is my mom."

I stand there in shock as the girl stands up and steps towards me offering me her hand as she does. She's wearing black ripped jeans and a thick black jumper. She looks rather pretty with striking pink hair that has hints of brunette peeking through at the roots. Her square fringe frames her face and her thick eyebrows arch over wide blue eyes that stare at me with an intense gaze. She's not a skinny girl and like me she carries a few extra pounds, but it's to her benefit really.

"Hi, Miss Terry," she says, clasping my hand with a firm grip.

"H... Hi," I reply, feeling slightly taken aback by her presence.

"In case you haven't guessed, Emily is my girlfriend," Liam says with a proud smile on his face.

"I...I...It's nice to meet you, Emily," I say, trying to compose myself. "I have to say Emily, you're really pretty."

"Thank you, Mrs. Terry," She replies. "So are you."

Please, call me Lillian," I reply bashfully.

We sit down and I take a moment to process the situation. On first impressions Emily seems like a lovely girl and seeing Liam looking so happy with her brings a smile to my face.

"So, how did you two meet?" I ask.

"We met at a party," Emily responds. "I was having a bad night and Liam came over to talk to me and we hit it off."

"That's nice," I reply. "How long ago was this?"

Emily turns to Liam.

"Around two months...yeah?" She asks him while seemingly seeking his agreement.

Liam nods back at her.

"Yeah, about two months," Emily adds, as her eyes flick back to me.

"Well, I'm so sorry sweetheart but he's not mentioned you. But in fairness I've not really spoken to him recently apart from the odd message," I reply.

"Well, that's not very nice," Emily replies, as she turns back to Liam and shoots him a look of annoyance.

"Don't let it get to you Emily," I interject, sensing the tension building between the two of them "He's always kept things like girls to himself. He only introduces me to the really special ones."

I give her a reassuring smile, hoping to ease any discomfort I've caused. However, it doesn't seem to work. I watch as she turns her back to him, crosses her legs and sits there with an annoyed look on her face while pouting her lips.

"So... what are you studying at university, Emily?" I ask, in a desperate bid to repair the damage I've caused.

"Humanities," she replies bluntly.

"Humanities?" I reply feigning interest. "I honestly have no idea what that is, to be honest."

Her demeanour shifts slightly.

"It's the theoretical study of both women and gender studies. We focus on various cultural perspectives and practices in both contemporary and historical contexts," she responds, her tone confident but condescending.

"Wow, that sounds really interesting," I reply, still none the wiser and also feeling slightly intimidated by her. "I bet that's a lot of work."

"It is, but it's something I'm really passionate about," she replies with a hint of a smile.

"That's good. I think doing something you love makes all the difference," I reply.

"It does," She responds bluntly.

The room goes quiet for what seems like an eternity, neither one of us seemingly wanting to be the first to speak.

"Liam, how's your course going?" I ask eventually.

"He's doing really well," Emily interjects, just as Liam opens his mouth to respond.

Liam glances at Emily, then back at me.

"Yeah, good, Mom," he adds in a subdued tone.

I can't help but feel uncomfortable as my first impression of Emily quickly disappears and I begin to feel some concern for my son.

"That's great to hear. I'm proud of you," I reply. "So, do you two have any plans for over Christmas?"

"Yeah mom, we...w...we're thinking of taking a trip together early next week," Liam replies.

I watch as Emily takes hold of Liam's hand and give it a squeeze.

"Yeah, we're both looking forward to it," she adds, still seemingly a little uptight.

"Oh," I reply, while trying to hide my disappointment. "Does that mean you won't be here for Christmas?"

"No...Don't worry Mom I'll be back before then," he replies. "It'll only be for a few days. Emily's going to go home and I'll be back on the twenty-third. And I'll probably go down to Emily's on Boxing Day or the day after."

"Ah right," I reply, while feeling gutted that he won't be home longer. "I'm just glad you'll be here for Christmas."

The conversation gets a bit easier after that, but the awkwardness doesn't really go away. We talk about their trip and catch up on Liam's university life, but I can't help but notice that Emily repeatedly speaks for Liam throughout the conversation.

After a little while, the two of them head up to Liam's room and I order us a takeaway. I pour myself a glass of wine and grab the book I've been reading off the bookshelf before curling up on the sofa for some quiet time.

Not long after, there's a knock at the door. I jump up off the sofa, grab my purse off the coffee table, before rushing to the front door. I open the door expecting it to be the delivery driver, instead, I find Jess and Eric standing there.

"Oh, hi you two," I say, while being slightly surprised to see them. "I thought you were the pizza guy."

"Hey, Lillian," Jess responds, rushing forward to give me a hug.

"Oh, God, sweetheart, you're bloody freezing!" I exclaim as her cold hands touch my skin.

"I know," she says, as she steps back. "He made us walk all the way here. My nips could literally cut glass."

Eric chuckles behind her.

"It wasn't that far, Jess," he says, while giving me a warm smile.

"Come in, both of you," I say, ushering them inside. "It's great to see you."

"We're here for the festivities," Jess says while rubbing her hands together.

"Well Liam's upstairs with his girlfriend. Just head on up," I tell them, while closing the front door.

"Liam's got a girlfriend?" Jess replies, while sounding just as surprised as I was. "He kept that quiet. What's she like?"

I lean towards Jess and look her in the eyes.

"I don't like her," I reply while lowering my voice to a whisper.

"Really?" Jess replies seemingly intrigued by my response. "Why?"

"She seems... really controlling," I whisper back, as I glance towards the stairs. "I have a bad feeling about her, she's trouble."

"Don't worry, I'll go check her out," she replies.

"I bet you will," Eric quips while nudging Jess playfully, his tone filled with innuendo.

Jess rolls her eyes but can't help but crack a wry smile.

"Behave," she says as she gives him a playful shove. "Do you see what I have to put up with?"

"I do...Well, go have fun. The pizza will be here soon and there'll be plenty for you if you want some," I say as the two begin to make their way up the stairs.

"Yum," Jess replies enthusiastically. "Extra cheese?"

"Is there any other way?" I reply playfully.

"Great... I'm starving," she responds dramatically.

They head upstairs and I head into the kitchen, finishing the drink in my glass as I do.

For the first time in what feels like forever, I feel like I can finally let my guard down. I pour myself another drink then lean against the counter while looking out of the window, savouring the brief moment of peace. Even though I know that Ben and Ian will likely show their faces at some point, I know having Liam and the others here will stop them getting any ideas.

With that comforting thought in my head, I make my way upstairs to my room. As soon as the door closes behind me, I let out a long sigh of relief. Next, I whip off my work skirt and replace them with an old tattered pair of joggers. I unbutton my blouse and unclasp my bra and as it slides off, I can't help but think about how good it feels just to let them hang loose after a long day. It feels so good that I don't even bother to put on another. Instead, I pull on an oversized t-shirt and then a thick grey hoody over the top. It's a little worn, the cuffs slightly frayed, but it's so warm and comfortable there's nothing else I want wrapped around me right now.

As I go to leave the room, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I'll fully admit that look like a hot mess, but I really don't care, it's a welcome change from the sleazy lingerie, corsets, and body stockings Ben's had me wearing for months. This is the real me, not some oversexualised play thing. I smile to myself and with a spring in my step I turn away from the mirror, leave my room and head downstairs, ready to enjoy an evening with my son.

I head straight to the kitchen to retrieve my drink before heading back to the living room. No sooner than I sit down to read some of my book, the doorbell rings again. I don't even have time to put my glass down before everyone bursts into the living room, pizzas in hand. Jess is the first to dive in, stuffing a slice of extra cheese into her mouth, while Eric cracks open a couple of beers. Liam and Emily sit together on the couch, seemingly much more relaxed together than earlier and I can't help but notice the change in their demeanour, they seem much more relaxed together despite my earlier reservations.

As we sit around the TV stuffing our faces, drinking, laughing and joking on, it almost feels as if the last few months have never happened. Suddenly, the door living room door opens and Ben enters the room. My heart skips a beat and I feel my body tense up at the sight of him. He quickly looks around the room, his eyes briefly making contact with mine before he puts on a casual smile and joins the group on the floor cracking jokes and stuffing his face with pizza and beer.

After the pizza is gone the gang make their way back upstairs leaving me to clean up the mess. I gather up all the empty pizza boxes, dips and bottles and take them into the kitchen. The house feels alive again as I listen to the muffled laughter coming from upstairs. I place down the empties onto the bench and fill my glass to the brim.

Standing there, I find myself lost in thought. I lean against the counter again, while letting my mind wander. I knew I missed this, but I never really realised how much until now. But just as I'm about to let my guard down fully, a beep, beep, beep from my pocket breaks the silence. Slightly startled I take my phone out and unlock it, my blood quickly runs cold as I see a message from Ben staring back at me.

"That's not approved attire," the message reads, instantly igniting a surge of anger within me.

I tap on my screen furiously as I type out my response, "Give me a break, it's not like I can dress like a whore with Liam home."

I hit send and watch as the three dots appear on the screen signalling his impending reply and it doesn't take long.

"Rules are rules," comes his curt response.

My frustration quickly boils over and I fire back with, "Yeah? What are you going to do? Nothing, because there's no way you're telling Liam!"

I hit send and brace myself for his next move.

"Just so you know, there are other ways of punishing you! Don't test me, Lillian!" comes his reply.

His threat quickly puts me firmly in my place. I set my glass down and rush to my room as panic sets in as I realise the precarious situation I'm in. With Liam home, I know that I need to be subtle, but I can't risk provoking Ben's wrath either because God only knows what he's capable of.

I head straight to my wardrobe and fling the doors open. I desperately rummage through what I have. The choice feels impossible. I don't normally wear skirts around the house, especially not the short ones Ben prefers and definitely not in winter. I sift through hangers, the high-pitched sound of metal scraping on metal only adds to my anxiety. But as I look nothing seems right.

I step back and lean against my dresser feeling totally defeated. If only it were summer, I could slip into a summer dress without a problem. But it's barely above freezing outside and the last thing I should be doing is swapping my cosy joggers for a skirt.

I glance down and spot my work skirt hanging over the side of the laundry hamper. It's not as short as Ben usually demands, but it's a skirt none the less and it's the best compromise I can think of. At least it's something Liam has already seen me in tonight, which could help avoid raising any suspicion.

I grab the skirt and reluctantly strip off my comfortable clothes and underwear. I slip into the skirt and as I do, I can't help but feel a little uncomfortable. I can feel all the dirt and grim of the day on the fabric as it slides back over my skin. I then swap out my oversized t-shirt for a snug, blue, low-cut top, hoping it will suffice. The fabric clings to my curves accentuating them a lot more than I'm really comfortable with, but I don't have a choice.

I check myself in the mirror, adjusting the skirt nervously. The tight, low-cut top feels too revealing and my hard nipples are clearly visible as they poke through the thin material for all to see. I decide that there's only one thing I can do. I grab my thick, grey hoodie and put it back on over the top, to hide what's underneath.

My heart pounds in my chest and my stomach churns as I think about what Ben's reaction will be. I stand there considering if I have any other options, but I really don't. Wearing anything else could attract suspicion and I already fear swapping my joggers for a skirt is already too much. I check how I look in the mirror and adjust the hoodie one last time as I try to cover as much as possible without looking unnatural.

With a resigned sigh, I step away from the mirror and towards the door. I look around one last time, hoping for a sudden stroke of inspiration, before I reach for the handle, but come up empty.

I leave my room and head downstairs. As I pass the front door, a draft of cold air sends a shudder through me, as it snakes its way up between my legs and over my exposed genitals which makes me feel even more exposed and vulnerable than I already was.

I return to the kitchen and throw myself into tidying up to try as I try to take my mind off everything. I gather up the empty pizza boxes and put them in the bin. Next I gather up all the empty bottles and place them by the back door ready to take out to the recycling.

As I return to the sink to finish cleaning the dishes, I hear the kitchen door creak open behind me.

"Boo!" comes a familiar voice.

Startled, I spin my head around to see Ben peeping his head around the door with a mischievous smile on his face. I quickly stop what I'm doing, throw the dish sponge into the sink and turn to face him backing up against the sink as he enters the room. He closes the door behind him while barely being able to hide the smirk on his face.

"I see you put a skirt on," he says casually, his eyes raking over me as he approaches.

"Yeah, well, I didn't really have a choice, did I?" I reply, trying to keep my voice steady despite the surge of anger rising inside me.

"Good girl," he murmurs, his tone filled with a twisted satisfaction. He then gestures towards my hoodie and skirt. "But I can't say I'm a fan of whatever this is."

"Well, it's the best I can do with my son being home," I reply, with an angered sarcasm.

His eyes narrow and he steps towards me invading my personal space as he presses his body up against mine.

"Can we at least do away with the hoodie?" he asks.

"No," I snap.

"Why not?" he asks, looking bemused.

"Because I'm wearing this," I reply.

I grab the bottom of my hoodie and lift the front to expose the snug, low-cut top underneath. Almost immediately I feel his hands grab my breasts, his fingers tracing the outline of my nipples through the thin fabric.

"Wow, nice," he says, sounding rather pleased with himself.

I can't help but clench my jaw as he paws away at my breasts.

"Ben, please," I whisper, my voice trembling with a mix of anger and unease. "Liam's just upstairs."

His fingers linger a moment longer before he steps back with a smug look on his face.

"Remember, you follow my rules," he says sternly as I pull my hoodie back down.

"Right," I reply quietly, hoping to end the encounter as quickly as possible. "But you have to remember that we can't be doing this when Liam's home.

"Why not?" he says, as a naughty smile spreads across his face before placing his hand on my hip. "It's part of the fun."

I take his hand and push it away from me and turn my back on him to face the sink.

"No," I say firmly. "Not when he's here."

Ben places his hands on my hips again while pressing his body up against mine again. Seconds later he slides his hands off my hips and around onto my stomach.

"Ben, stop," I say, trying to keep my voice steady but firm.

I can feel his warm breath on my neck as he leans closer, his lips inches from my ear.

"You know you like it," he whispers.

He slips his hands under my hoodie and up over my stomach toward my breasts. I can't help but flinch as his fingers grasp the material of my top and pull it down. The straps put up a brief resistance before easily slipping down off my shoulders. I feel the fabric slowly slide down over my breasts, slipping over my nipples before coming to rest over my stomach.

"Ben, stop," I plead.

But he ignores my plea allowing his hands roam freely over my exposed breasts, his fingers quickly finding my nipples, as he rolls and squeezes them between his digits.

"You don't really want me to stop," he whispers as he kisses the side of my neck.