Page 20 of Whispers of Obsession

“You’re deluded.”

“And you’re aroused,” he snaps, as if my denial upsets him more than my plea for mercy.

As if to prove his point, his other hand, the one still holding the gun, slides under my skirt, tugging it up and exposing my naked pussy. I clamp my thighs together, but he quickly uses his knee to force my legs apart.

The cool metal on my soft bare skin stops my heart, and I lock up, too scared to even breathe. It doesn’t matter if it’s loaded or not. There’s a gun pressed between my thighs right now, and it’s horrifying. Is he going to use it to violate me, and then end my life?

I expect his touch to be rough. He’s still fondling my breast none too gently and crushing me to his chest so that I can’t escape, but it’s not the cold press of the gun that touches me, but the soft, warm pad of his gloved finger. I still don’t dare move though.

The gun butts against my thigh as his fingers explore me. Obviously there’s no barrier as he already divested me of my underwear earlier, but I really hate that Lizzy’s skirt gives him such easy access.

I should have gone home. I shouldn’t have acted as if nothing had happened. I should have gone to the cops!

But how could I? They’d call my mom, tell her what I did. It’s a small town. I can’t put her through that kind of shame.

The cold press of the metal against my skin, combined with his finger rubbing my clit in sure circles now, is making me dizzy. He dips his finger lower, circling it in my entrance.

“Fuck, Cora. You’re so wet. You like my attention, don’t you? You like when I take away your choice.”

I whimper, shaking my head, too frightened he’ll hear my voice and hear the lie. His touch feels good. His touch is drawing me closer to the edge. I can’t come. I can’t let him make me come.

I struggle once more, trying desperately to escape his touch one last time, scratching at the gloved hand holding the gun, but it does no good. He uses the hand that was on my breast and holds my hands tight to my body, showing me just how weak I really am against him.

“You’re going to come, Cora, and then you’re going to suck my cock, like the good little girl you are.”

As his finger rubs me faster, applying more pressure, my knees get weak as they shake from pleasure. My pussy starts to clamp around nothing as my orgasm pulses through me, and my head falls back against his chest.

He holds me as I catch my breath, rubbing me through the aftershocks, and once I’m finished, he shoves me away from him.

“Do you see this right here, Cora? This is the safety. Do you know what it does?” I nod, watching with wide eyes as I struggle to my feet on weak legs and he points the gun at me once more. “Well, unless you want your brains splattered across the floor, you’ll do as I say. Okay?”

The masked man clicks the safety off, stepping forward. The second time tonight I’ve heard that sound and just as terrifying. More so, in fact, because I truly believe he won’t hesitate to pull the trigger on me if I don’t do exactly what he wants.

With his free hand, he shoves me to my knees. I look up at him and shake violently as he raises the gun to my temple. The cold metal against my head is petrifying. This iswayworse than before.

“P–please…” I beg once more, not wanting to die like this. Tears stream down my face so badly that I can’t see straight.

“Shhh, it will be okay. Just open your mouth wide. If you bite, I think you know how it will end for you. Don’t you, my good girl?”

I watch as he uses his other hand to undo his pants and pulls them down just enough so he can tug his boxers down. Then he pulls out his very large, very hard dick. It’s thick and veiny, angry looking, and already weeping at the tip.

“Open up, Cora. Don’t make me tell you again.”

I resist, shaking my head. I try to drop my hands to the floor, so I can crawl away, but the masked man grabs a fistful of my hair, yanking me back up. I cry out in pain, reaching up to grab his wrist, wanting him to stop hurting me.

“What did I say, Cora?” I shake my head as more tears fall down my face, and I whimper pathetically. “Do you want me to release the video you sent to Mr. Spiro? Do you want me to send it to the police from your phone, so the whole world can hear and see what a dirty girl you are?”

“No!” I sob, as the masked man steps up to me, pressing the tip of his cock against my lips.

“Open.” Tears stream down my cheeks and drip into my mouth as I part my lips, and the masked man pushes between my teeth. The gun pressed against my skull is a cold reminder that if I do anything to fight back, it will be the last thing I ever do.

I’ve never done this before. I’ve seen a little porn, but even that was only for a few seconds, because I was too embarrassed to keep watching. I’m clueless.

I let go of his wrist and use one hand to steady myself against his thigh, and the other I wrap around his shaft. It’s a defense mechanism. If my hand is on his cock, it will restrict how much I can take into my mouth.

Slowly, reluctantly, I push forward and taste him.

When I gag, I pull my head back quickly so that he falls from between my lips. Fuck, that wasnotpleasant.

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