There was something wrong with her.
Angelica stared at Jerry as he slept.
Something happened yesterday. Something quite unexpected.
She hadn't bought it. His excuse that he punished her for lying and denying herself what she "wanted". She didn't want him. Okay, maybe at one point she did. Maybe her heart fluttered when she saw him again on Friday before he left for his weekend. She always had a little crush on him even when she was a girl. How could she not? He was rather sure of himself. And his confidence and commanding presence appealed to her. He knew what he wanted and went for it. And then, on top of that, he was rather handsome. He was tall with short blonde hair and blue eyes. Physically fit, but not to a dramatic degree.
And maybe, just maybe, a small part of her hoped that he noticed she was no longer a child, but a young adult. That she was more mature now. Perhaps even compliment her on her looks when she first saw him Friday evening. And yes, maybe she was a little disappointed that he didn't see her. He barely even gave her a glance when he showed her around the place.
Her heartbeat picked up slightly.
When he came back, when he told her she could still stay the night, she did feel a rush. A rush she quickly squashed because he clearly wasn't thinking straight. He didn't want her. He didn't have to say anything for her to immediately know what happened. His girlfriend broke up with him. So, he was just looking for someone to stick his dick in. She was nothing more than a convenience. And she didn't want her first time to be just some random fling.
She gulped.
Didn't matter though. He raped her. The way he handled her Friday night just proved to her that she was nothing but a pussy for his cock. Although, his compliments were confusing.
Perfect.
She clenched her fists.
She had decided Saturday night that she would just go with whatever he wanted her to do to the best of her abilities. Get the weekend done and over with. Hopefully he wouldn't punish her too much for her failures and she could go home mentally scarred but relatively unharmed overall. She was never going to think about him again. Never think about what he made her do, or how he took her precious firsts from her in horrible fashion. Just, pretend like it didn't happen and go back to her normal life, and never do anything he made her do again.
She ran her fingers through her long brown hair and scratched her head.
She'd never been perfect, there was always something to improve on. Nothing she did was ever good enough. She practiced hard, studied even harder but there was always an extra step she didn't take. Considering she'd never had sex before, it made sense in her brain that he'd be short with her. Punish her for lying about her desires? As if. What a stupid lie to hold on to. There was no need. It was because she wasn't picking up faster what he wanted her to do. He hurt her for denying what he wanted. Not for denying herself, as he put it.
And then, yesterday, something happened. Something clicked in her brain changing how she viewed things. It was after the brutal wake-up call when she woke up to his cock ramming into her without notice. He apologized by getting her to come. And, when he cocooned her in the comforter she felt safe with his arms wrapped around her. Safe! With her fucking rapist. He brutally raped her and yet, the moment he held her, she melted.
He had to fuck her ass. Of course he did. It didn't escape her attention the way he looked at her ass. The way he touched it and played with it. She knew, although she hoped otherwise, that he was going to fuck it. She tried to avoid it. Hoped that her pussy would be enough, but it wasn't. The moment he pulled out the handcuffs, she knew what he was going to do.
She expected pain. After all, he hurt her that very morning, and when he took her virginity he didn't care that she was screaming. So, she expected a lot of pain from her ass. That's where her brain stayed, expecting the worst, waiting for it. Her begging was her own fear. She knew it didn't matter. He had yet to listen to her protests. Yet, he surprised her. Her body surprised her. It didn't hurt. She liked it. She wasn't supposed to like a cock in her ass.
He moved at just the right speed, giving her time to adjust. He warned her that her own pain would be her doing. But despite his warnings, he seemed to take extra care and patience with her. He praised her, yet again, and listened to her body instead of her words. But when did he ever listen to her?
She fucking came! She felt both humiliated by her own body's response and uncertain, because... she liked it.
"I think you're the hottest creature I've ever fucked."
Her body shook as she tried to control her breathing.
He gave her a look when he said that. One he may have given her before but she hadn't noticed. There was this awe from him. As if he was amazed with her. No one had looked at her like that. That's when things started to shift for her. That's when her silly little brain started to think. That maybe, just maybe, he meant his compliments.
He only made her internal struggle even worse.
Standing in front of that mirror, completely naked and exposed with him behind her fully dressed. Shivers ran through her body at the mental image. It was completely erotic and hot. His hands, so strong and firm, gripping her with just the right amount of pressure. The way he stroked her body and his words of compliments. She was naked. She was exposed. With a jewel decorating her ass. And he made her feel fucking proud of it.
God! She wanted him to fuck her right there and then. She expected it. He was lusting after her, but he couldn't have her yet. And suddenly, she had some power back.
She buried her head in her knees. There was something very wrong with her. He raped her. Forced her to do things she didn't want to do. But yesterday, while she was helping him live out yet another one of his fantasies, she wanted him to fuck her. Not only fuck her, she wanted him to fuck her hard. She wanted him to lose control because he couldn't handle his own needs and had to have her. She wanted him to find some fault in what she was doing to "punish" her. Because she knew, that for at least that specific fuck, it was just an excuse.
How did her mind suddenly flip things on her? Why did she find the idea appealing? She'd been fighting it all weekend long. She wasn't supposed to like it!
Oh, but the way he looked at her, hungry for her. The growing bulge in his pants strained for her. But he, for once, denied her. Denied himself. So she did little things he probably didn't notice to provoke him. Swished her ass a little too much. Found ways to show off her cleavage. Even bent over a couple of times, near him. He knew all he had to do was lift up her skirt and he'd have easy access to her. See that little jewel, touch it, play with it.
Angelica bit her lip. Wrapping her arms around her knees, she rested her chin on them.
Okay, clearly, she wasn't good with teasing him. Or, he had a lot of self-control. Wasn't like she was going to beg him to fuck her. She almost did. There was no lying to herself. At one point, she was putting some stuff away on a top shelf and was standing on a stepping stool. His hand came out of nowhere and he placed it firmly on the small of her back, making her scream in surprise. But he was just there to hold her steady and make sure she didn't fall. As if she had trouble balancing.
She scoffed.
Her body started to tingle at the thought of his hands on her in a non-sexual manner. So strong and firm. If she had been wearing panties, there was little doubt in her mind she wouldn't have soaked them through. Her thighs were damp for what felt like hours. How he didn't notice her obvious arousal was beyond her. But she couldn't ask him to fuck her. She was lusting for her rapist. It wasn't right!
Then, a miracle. They just had to send the cutest pizza delivery boy, didn't they? He was roughly her age, maybe a year or two older. A blessing in disguise. She could have asked for help. Not like Jerry would have been able to do anything. But instead, she chose to flirt with the young man. Because, deep down, she knew Jerry would get jealous.
Shivers ran through her body at the memory. The anger and lust in his eyes. When he rammed his cock into her pussy she felt complete. She didn't want him to move. She just wanted them to stand there for a moment. But, he fucked the shit out of her and she was okay with that too.
Despite the rough morning start, yesterday was almost perfect. They even ended up talking for a few hours. Just a simple conversation mainly about her life, before his horniness caused him to fuck her again. Not that she minded by that point. And she had gone to bed feeling... happy, hopeful, excited for what adventure was in store for her the following day. Because, he was unfortunately right. She did want his cock.
Her heart twisted slightly. She'd forgotten it was Monday. Forgotten that today she'd be heading home. He wouldn't make her stay, would he? No. They weren't dating. What if he told her to stay? Would she? She had no idea anymore. She wanted to stay. She wanted to go.
"I don't know how anyone in your life has never told you you're perfect."
Her eyes burned as she fought the tears. Why did her fucking rapist have to say such nice things to her? Why did yesterday have to get so hot? So erotic. So... good.
"Come here," Jerry commanded, bringing her out of her musing. He was sitting up. His blue eyes studied her.
Her body automatically tensed. She couldn't help it. The last two mornings when he fucked her he had hurt her. Sure, she eventually came, but pain was always first. She had to keep in mind, he didn't want her. She was just pussy and ass to him. His words meant nothing. They were just a dagger to her heart.
"I'm sorry for waking you," she whispered as she laid back down. What was his plan for the day?
He scooted down a little then wrapped his arm around her back and pulled her closer. Her body automatically tensed as she waited to see what he would do. Something slightly painful for starters, no doubt. But he always made sure she felt some sort of pleasure after his punishments.
He rested on his left forearm and leaned over her. His bare chest tempted her. She wanted to run her fingers along his chest hair and feel his skin. She wanted to have close, deep, sensual, intimate sex with him, but he'd never let that happen. And, she shouldn't let that happen.
Ass and pussy, that's all you are. A convenient fuck. He's a rapist. He has to be a liar.
She didn't move as his fingers and eyes ran along her body. She just wore one of his long shirts again with nothing else. She felt like there was no need. More clothing just delayed the inevitable. His face gave nothing away about what he was thinking. Unfortunately, there was no lust that she could see. Or maybe that was fortunate?
He moved his right hand up to her face and gently wiped under her eyes.
"Sorry," she whispered as she sniffed and moved her hands up to wipe her eyes herself.
"Stop," he commanded.
She froze and looked up at him. His right thumb rubbed her cheek.
"Are you hurt?" he asked.
Physically? Not really. Emotionally? A wreck. It was stupid.
