Page 55 of Safer Alone
I feign a yawn hoping it would give me reason enough to turn off the lights and pretend to fall asleep. Any more touching and I will be kissing this beautiful man all night. He releases my hand and unclasps his watch from his wrist and places it on the bedside table.
“It’s almost 10:30, babe. You should get some sleep.”
With this invitation I was free to go ahead with my plan.
“We both should,” I reply. I roll onto my back and switch off the lamp before settling back into a comfortable position and closing my eyes.
“Have a good night’s sleep.” I yawn for real this time.
Elliot’s reply is simple. “You too, beautiful”
I feel him roll over and get comfortable himself. He doesn’t wrap his arms around me for which I am grateful and yet part of me longs for him to cuddle me.
The last thing I remember before drifting off to sleep is the daydream from earlier in the day. Laughing in a car with two children in the backseat with Elliot sitting beside me. Our hands intertwined and a simple gold wedding band glinting in the sun.
The room is dark, too dark when I wake. I swing out of bed and walk over to the window and pull open the blinds. The light that shines through is bright, too bright for the sun. It is almost as though I am directly under a lamp. I can feel myself squinting trying to make out anything that I can possibly see. It is impossible. The light is close to blinding.
I back away from the window and turn around to look back at the bed that I had just left the comfort of. I can see someone is still sleeping tangled up in the covers. A peek of shoulder showing at the top of the blanket, his head covered by the pillow. I tiptoe across the floor towards the bed and sit down on the edge. Tossing around ideas of what to do next. I decide to lie down and then immediately roll over to wrap my arms around my companion.
“Wakey, wakey, sleepy head”
I feel him start to stir in my arms and he reaches up with his arm and pulls the pillow from his head, turning around to face me. I’m shocked. This face doesn’t belong to Elliot, though. No, it is much worse. This face has thick eyebrows and a head full of dark hair. I try to pull away but his hands have snaked around my own and are already pinning mine down against him as he continues to roll and press himself down on top of me.
“I’m awake, Angela. Thank you for the wakeup call. It’s about time you wanted more.”
He grimaces and brings his face down on mine. With my hands pinned under his weight his left hand grasps my chin, holding me in place. He forces his tongue down my throat while kissing me forcefully.
I squirm under him trying to get myself free. When he finally removes his tongue from my mouth and stops kissing me I spit at him.
“Get the fuck off me, Dylan”
He laughs at me.
“Now, Dylan.”
He ignores me and continues with his assault. He moves one of his hands down from my face, down towards my pelvis, pulling my nightgown above my hips. He spreads his legs slightly to allow his hand access. He then lifts it above one of my legs, trying to push my legs further apart. His hand finds my underwear, he tugs at it violently and it falls apart. I feel his rough fingers touch my most sensitive area.
“You’re wet Angela. You want this and I’m going to give it to you whether you want it or not.”
I see red. I lift my knee quickly and connect with his manhood. He raises his free hand with lightning speed and strikes me across the face.
“You stupid bitch. Give it up already.”
He is so angry. He slaps me again. I scream so loudly I am sure someone will hear us. I feel his lower body moving above my own, and then he has his boxers in his hand. He throws them over the side of the bed. He leans back and the covers fall back for me to see, with both of his hands he grips my legs, spreading them far apart. He positions himself in between them, his cock standing to attention.
“I’m going to make you bleed Angela. You’re going to thank me”
A horrible grin spreading across his face. In position be releases my left leg, instead rubbing his cock. He lines it up with my entrance and in one, swift, excruciating movement he slams into me. I cry out. It is the most painful thing I have ever experienced.
“You are so goddamn tight. Let’s change that shall we?”
His voice is so thick with want. He pulls back, all the way, his cock leaving my insides and then slams into me again. Immediately pulling back out and pushing into me again with so much strength I feel as though I’m going to split apart.
“Stop it Dylan. Now. You’re hurting me.”
I feel the tears falling down my face. He just leers at me.
“It only hurts the first time. The more we have it the better it will feel. You’ll see.”
