He didn't watch her leave. Why would he? No point in standing in front of his door waiting until he couldn't see her taillights. It was better this way anyway. For her. For him.
The weekend had to go by way too quickly. He could have had her stay a couple more hours. Fucked her ass at least once more, maybe be a little bit rougher. He was a bastard, wasn't he? She had started to get attached to him. Of course, she did. It made sense with all of his praising. His intention was to emotionally manipulate her after all.
Those tears.
He shook his head. He shouldn't have been so sweet with her in the morning. When he noticed her distress, her tears, he changed his plans. He should have kept them, kept the rough sex ideas that he had. But he didn't. The way she looked up at him and how she combed his hair back, the feeling of her fingertips along his scalp.
His skin rose recalling her touch. At the thought of more tender moments coming from her spontaneously.
He wanted to join her in that shower, see what she would do to him. Touch him? Tease him? Her personality was starting to peek through. She was starting to get more comfortable with him. But, joining her would have led him down a path he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to go. It was a good thing he masturbated before she woke up again. He had to fingerfuck her. Had to feel her cunt walls quiver around his digits because he couldn't do it one last time with his cock. Had to feel her body go boneless on him because of him.
God, she was perfect for him. There was still so much more he could explore with her. He had started molding her into the perfect sexual partner for him. And, honestly, he couldn't have done that if her true interests didn't align with his. He had given it quite some thought. Yes, his manipulation of her emotions had played its role. But, there was more to it. She needed validation. She needed to be praised. She needed to be punished. She needed to resist because, ultimately, she needed to be dominated. And he could give her everything she needed.
God. What a weekend. He got to explore things he wasn't sure he'd be able to explore. Okay, he knew eventually he would be able to explore them. There were plenty of kinky people out in the world. But he and Angelica just clicked. Even she knew it. She seemed have been born for him to mold into the perfect sexual creature just for him. Such an unintended discovery. But he let her go.
Why? He had too. He knew he could convince her to love cock. Even figured she'd probably get attached to him in some way. What he didn't expect was his reaction to those fucking tears.
She wasn't the only one who started getting attached.
His body demanded she stay. Demanded he keep her. He could have. He had her wrapped around his finger, his cock. Just the smallest of hints that he wanted her to stay would be enough to get her back. But, for once, he thought about her own needs.
She deserved better than him. Of course she deserved better. He was an absolute bastard. A sicko. Her rapist. He could make all the excuses he wanted, but he knew he raped her. He forced her to sexually explore his own sexual fantasies. Young once virgin girl thrown into a sexual situation she wasn't prepared for. Sexual situations she probably never thought she'd be in any time soon. And he kept things tamed as best as he could.
He shook his head, annoyed with himself. He should have kept her. She would have stayed and it wouldn't have been by force. It didn't escape his attention, her enthusiasm, her need to please. Her fucking cunt was dripping each time he buried himself in her since yesterday. She'd begun to loosen up yesterday, get more comfortable with him.
While making dinner, she'd talked to him. It was a simple, relaxed, normal conversation. As if she wasn't his victim. His simple, casual touches made her skin rise. He loved it. Love how normal everything seemed. Love how he knew that just hours before she had a plug up her ass. Love how, despite everything seeming normal, he was going to bend her over the kitchen table and take her ass or cunt when he was good and ready.
Jerry plopped down on his sofa and let out a deep, loud groan, covering his face with his hand as he leaned his head back. Having her stay brought up a new set of problems he wasn't sure he wanted to deal with.
"I don't deserve it." Fuck. That hurt. He wasn't entirely sure why. He wasn't her boyfriend or husband. And yet, he wanted to hold her tightly and tell her she deserved so much more than she thought. How could she not deserve praise? So eager to please, she added her own rapist to her list. Did they not notice the brightness in her eyes at the compliments? The swell of her chest, the power she seemed to feel. How could the man who took her freedom and control away for a weekend be the only one to want to apparently praise her?
So eager to please.
"We wouldn't have worked out," he grumbled to himself. He didn't have enough time to give her the confidence she needed to stay with him. They'd be over before they even began. He wouldn't always be around her at the start. He couldn't take over that role as her guardian and protector until they were more stable. Until she came to live with him. And it was far too early to think about that. He did like her.
There was another problem. She was going off to the university. It was one a few hours from his home. It was less the going without sex for a week or so that bothered him and more the idea that she would be surrounded by boys her age. Her innocence made her an easy target.
Although, it would be a bit of fun to let his jealousy shine. Fuck her in a bought of jealousy at the mere thought that she might have flirted with a boy her age. Just to remind her whose cock she craved in her ass, pussy and mouth.
He let out a deep sigh. Someone else was going to get to enjoy what he had started to create.
You'll always be her first. She'll always compare others to you. Hell, she'd probably go through a few boys before she found the right one who would satisfy her newly found kinks. Or maybe she wouldn't. Maybe she'd settle for a vanilla type of guy, close the part of her that he opened up.
It would be a damn shame if she did. God! Watching her struggle was fucking hot as shit. What a lucky son-of-a-bitch her future partner was going to be.
He rubbed his face with his hands.
But, what if she found someone worse than him? Yes, he forced her to do things she didn't want to do. He may have been rough and hurt her, but he didn't want to break her. He made sure he didn't go too far. So fragile. She wasn't quite strong enough. Someone else would hollow her out inside.
That thought annoyed him. Angered him. Frustrated him.
"Fucking shit," he growled as he stood up. It was just supposed to be about sex. He was only meant to manipulate her to be fond enough with him to not go to the cops. He'd fucked up somewhere, because he'd grown fond of her too. A little too fond. Feelings of protecting her from that swirled inside of him. She was so great at the struggle, at the fight to be dominated only to eventually give in. And then, when she finally gave in, she was a little seductress. Her young lithe body had awoken the horny teenager in him.
"Not your problem."
He was being silly. Although, those morning tears fascinated him. She didn't want to leave? They both knew she had to. They both knew that it wouldn't have worked out. It was just a weekend of sex. He really shouldn't have gotten more intimate. He added just a little bit of kink because he had to watch her struggle. Maybe he should have let her fail and come without his say-so. So she could hate him for withholding his cock from her. Leave her unsatisfied to tempt her to come back.
"No," he said softly, shaking his head. It would have left him unsatisfied as well. Besides, he saw it in her face, the clear distress. She wouldn't hate or blame him. She'd blame herself. Internalize her "failure" even more, adding to the shit that was already in there. He didn't want her to be more broken. He'd added enough to her internal turmoil. He liked her.
He figured he'd give her one parting gift. Help ease the storm in her mind just a little bit by telling her he couldn't get her pregnant. Although, it did amuse him that she already wasn't worried and had lied to him about being on birth control. Actually, it made him want to punish her somehow for lying like that.
Copper jumped up on the couch and laid down by his side. He scratched the dog's side and looked down at him.
"She'll move on," he said, feeling pretty sure of him. "She's smart. She'll realize I fucked her up. Bet you she's already cursing up a storm in her car, calling me all sorts of names."
The dog just panted in reply.
It was back to work in the morning. Back to life. Back to searching for someone like her. He let out a sigh. No one was going to be like her. He was going to miss that ass. He could mold her to be his ideal, perfect partner.
He looked down at his old dog Copper. "Just the four of us again," he muttered. "Chinese tonight?"
He let out his younger more rambunctious dogs and ordered delivery, before returning to the couch and turning on the TV.
It was just sex. That's all it was. A weekend of kinky, explorative sex. A weekend of sex that he had planned on having with his date and ended up having with Angelica instead. Sex that wouldn't have happened if he hadn't noticed her. If he wasn't so pissed off and horny that he focused on everything else but her words.
His cock started to bother him as his mind brought up the way she looked handcuffed to his bed. Damn, how would she look completely tied down with a gag in her mouth? Did he have time to rub one out before the delivery guy arrived?
A knock on the door answered his question.
He got up and grabbed his wallet from the coffee table to give a cash tip. His food was going to get cold, but oh well.
"Keep the-" the rest of his words got caught in his throat.
Angelica looked up at him. Her eyes glistened a little and were slightly puffy as if she'd been crying.
"Hi," she said.
You shouldn't be here.
"Angelica," he said softly, shaking his head. He leaned against the door, clenching his fingers for a moment to keep himself from reaching out.
You're making a mistake.
"I... Can I come in?"
No.
His body moved of its own accord. He stepped back, allowing her to enter. She hesitated.
Good. Go.
Then walked inside and closed the door behind her.
"We're not going to work out," he stated coldly as he crossed his arms over his chest. You can't mentally handle it in the long run.
She looked at the floor for a moment. "You said, you think," she finally said, raising her brown eyes to look into his blue ones.
"What?" he asked, confused.
"You've-" she paused for a moment, shifted her feet and looked down at the ground again. "You've always been so sure. Your statements. Your commands. But, you said you think I should go home."
He hadn't noticed. The part of him that didn't want her to leave slipped into his speech. He narrowed his eyes. She wasn't thinking this through. She wasn't thinking about how wrong and fucked up the whole situation was. What he'd done to mentally screw her up even more.
He shook his head again. The moment she got home, she'd figure it out. Or, someone would point it out to her.
"I'm much older than you," he said. Those weren't the words he wanted to say. He wanted to get into what a horrible person he was. That she'd get over him once she got home to her parents. She'd realize. She just needed some time to process. He wouldn't apologize though for what he did. He couldn't. He loved their fucking weekend and what he was turning her into. It was going to be a memory he'd bring up over and over again while touching himself.
"And I'm much younger than you," she said.
