Page 13 of Rue

“Know what I ‘member best about that night?” he finally asked, moving closer.

Sailor moved back quickly, then realized he was herding her to the bed and tried to go to the other corner.

“Don't,” he commanded, his face going hard. “Get on the fucking bed. Answer me, bitch,” he growled as she froze up and stopped trying to move away from the bed.

“I don't,” she whispered. “I don't know.”

“I ‘member how tight that shit was,” he rumbled, moving closer and catching her by the arm, pulling her to the bed.

“Please!” she sobbed, freezing up, unable to move or fight.

“Don't,” he repeated angrily. “Yeah… that shit was tight. I ‘member thinkin’ I wouldn’t mind runnin’ into you again, hittin’ it again. I got off fuckin’ quick. Take off that shirt, lemme see them titties. I never saw ’m last time. Take it off!”

Sailor jerked, then pulled the t-shirt off as she whimpered and choked back sobs.

“Yeah, them’s nice. They cause you pregnant, or you always had those?”

“Al… always? Please! I don't want this!” she whimpered as hecaught the hem of her yoga pants and started pulling them off.

“It ain’t about what you want, bitch,” he snorted. “All that matters is what I want.”

Sailor felt light-headed, a sense of deja vu as he repeated what he’d said the first time.

It’s a dream!

Wake up!

No.

He pulled her underwear off, then shoved her legs apart as he looked down at her in the harsh light from the naked bulb above her.

This wasn’t a dream; this wasn’t what happened last time. She wasn’t face down where he couldn’t see her. No one else was there watching, jeering, laughing, and tearing her clothes away. He wasn’t hitting her.

Not yet.

“God, please,” she begged, staring at the light, too afraid to look at him.

“Yeah, he ain’t gonna help you,” Geo chuckled malevolently. “No one’s gonna help you. The waxed pussy is nice… you do that yourself, or have it done? Lookit me, Rue. Answer me!”

“I don't! I don't wax or shave. I just… I’ve never gotten hair there.”

He went still, looking over her face. “You’re 18?”

“Yes! 19 next month. Please!”

“I ‘member you beggin’ last time,” he smirked. “Tellin me you was a virgin. I didn’t believe you till I felt that shit. You been with anyone else since?”

“No! Please!” she cried, her breathing too fast as she began getting light-headed.

“You ain’t never kissed no-one?” he went on, sliding his hand down her inner thigh, then over her smooth mound to feel it. Make sure there was no stubble from shaving. Sliding his other hand down her inner thigh as he forced her legs wideraround him, he rubbed a thumb over each of her pussy lips, then used his thumbs to spread her apart. “Mmm… yeah, I ain’t never liked how pussy’s looked. Never looked at ’m online or in magazines and shit. They all hairy and wrinkly, and all those creases where shit gets all sweaty and smelly. I hate that shit, that shit’s nasty. I’ll fuck a pussy, but I never liked how they looked. Even out of the shower, I won’t get close enough to smell them. I don't like bad smells.”

“Me either,” she panted, trying to use her head and think. Relate to him. “Please, Geo, I…”

“Yours ain’t bad, though. You got a cute little pussy, not all fucked up and wrecked with skin where it ain’t s’posed to be. No hair either… just a perfect little cunt to slide into,” he went on, his voice low and soft like he was almost talking to himself. “You bleed a lot that night?” he asked, finally lifting his eyes from between her legs to look her in the eye.

“Yeah,” she managed, her lip quivering.

“Yeah. There was blood all over my dick when I got home. That was kinda hot,” he smirked. “Knowin’ I ripped you open. Knowin’ ain’t no one else in the world been in that but me. That still true, Rue? Ain’t no one been up in that shit but me?”

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