Page 58 of Safer Together
“Of course, Dylan, practice makes perfect, after all” I push off the floor and I stand, clasping my hands in front of myself.
He turns to face me. “That’s right, it does. Now, while we are waiting, get naked.” When I don’t do as he says immediately, he raises an eyebrow and takes a step towards me, “Here’s how it’s going to go, Angela, you take them off yourself, or I take them off for you, but either way, you aren’t going to need your clothes at all while we are here. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Dylan, I understand.” I start with my grey cardigan, shrugging it off my shoulders, pulling down each sleeve until my arms are free.
Dylan leans back against the kitchen counter watching me, his arms crossed in front of his chest. Next, I reach behind me and pull down the zipper on my dress as far as I can reach, before letting go to pull it from the underside now. I push each sleeve off my shoulder and let it slide down until my arms are free, pushing it down in the middle over my tummy, hips, and finally my ass. Once it has, it falls to the ground, in a pool around my feet.
I look down at my body and see that all remains are my undergarments, a beautiful white lace set that I had purchased recently. “Don’t stop there, Angela, I want it ALL off.” I nod at his command. I lift my left hand over my stomach and resting it on my breast for a moment, catching sight of Elliot’s engagement ring on my finger, I want to cry. I continue lifting my hand until it is on the thin strap of my bra, I push it over my shoulder and then follow with the right-hand strap too. Once both of my arms are unhooked, I grab the material and pull it around until the hook and eyes are under my now uncovered breasts. I unhook them slowly and lift it, dropping it onto the floor beside me.
I look up at Dylan, “can I keep these on for a little longer please?” I ask, while touching the sides of my lace boy legs. He comes over to me, and gently touches my cheek. He grips my chin in between his fingers and lifts it to look into his eyes, my face in an uncomfortable position due to our height difference, he lowers his lips on my own and kisses me, gentle at first, he swipes his tongue across my bottom lip. I don’t move, his grip on me tightens. I open up ever so slightly for him, I feel his tongue slip in between my lips, and I feel like hurling. I lift my hands to his chest and try to push, which is pointless when he is just a wall of muscle in front of me. His other hand slides down my side until I feel him touching me through the lace of my underwear, his fingers finding the edges of fabric. He pulls, I feel the fabric give way, and the air touching my pussy lips.
Next his fingers slip in between them, and I feel the roughness of his finger pads on my clit, followed by an incredibly strong pinch and pull. My mouth opens fully, he pulls his lips away from my own, and his hand snakes around from my chin to the back of my head, grabbing a fist full of hair. His leg slides forward and forces my legs apart, my feet stumble a little and it’s the opening that he needs. I feel the invasion, like a knife through butter and tears prick at my eyes. He continues to move his fingers in and out of me, quickly and roughly. The next time he pulls out the pressure increases, knowing that he has inserted another finger this time, a whimper escapes my throat. He starts to push me back further until I am pressed against a wall, his fingers leave me for a moment and his legs come between both of my own.
“Lift your legs for me, wrap them around my waist” he commands. Knowing what is coming, I refuse. I try to somehow move his legs to get my own together so I could close off access. When I don’t comply, he brings my head closer to him before repositioning his hand to the front of my face before pushing it back with so much force, that when I connect with the brick wall behind me, I see stars. Not being able to concentrate on anything but the stars in front of me, I feel his other hand grab my left leg before his other hand grabs my right, and then pain. His cock slams into me with so much force I feel as though I am now two people, as though he has torn me, from my pussy all the way to my eyes. And he doesn’t stop; his face moves down towards my shoulder where he bites me, hard. I scream out, and no sooner than it had started it is finished, I feel his warmth inside me. With two more strokes he pulls out, drops me and lets me fall in a heap to the floor.
I feel his seed, sliding out of me and pooling on the tops of my legs, and I don’t make a move to wipe it away, knowing that he is watching my reaction. I say the only thing that comes to mind, knowing what he wants to hear, “thank you, Dylan.”
He bends down so he is peering right into my eyes, “that’s a good girl, thanking me for what I give you. Don’t worry, Angela, there is plenty more where that came from”
He palms my pussy once more, covering his hand in our juices and lifts it to his lips, licking his hand clean. I try not to shudder. “Go lie on the bed, Angela, and keep your legs spread. I’m nowhere done with you yet.” I shakily get to my knees and then to my feet and walk in the direction that Dylan is pointing. I walk through the open doorway and do as he requests. I lie on the bed, my breasts in the air, my traitorous nipples hard like diamonds, and my legs spread wide.
The low light streaming through the bedroom window indicates that it is getting late, which means Jenny has to be wondering why I never called her. Has she phoned my cell instead? Been out to Ratchet Road? Is anyone looking for me? Or has Dylan made it look as though I have gone along willingly? A lump forms in my throat. I was supposed to be meeting with my Elliot at our newly completed home. We were getting ready to start our life together between here and New York. He will know something is wrong when I’m not there when he arrives.
But what will he do then? Will he simply believe that I decided that it wasn’t worth it? That he wasn’t worth it? And when he speaks to Jenny and she mentions my appointment with Drake the hour before, will he think that his best friend has taken off with his girl? That we had it planned from the beginning? Surely, he would know that Drake would never do that to him or Kat. And then it hits me: he needs to speak to Drake, who will confirm that he hasn’t been to Nashville. Then he will ask Jenny and Suzy to describe the man who arranged the appointment with me. Then surely it will click. After all Dylan and Drake have similar features. But then, how does he find me?
Dylan wouldn’t have been stupid enough to bring my cell phone with us, knowing without a doubt that Elliot would be able to track us that way, but would he have done the same for his own phone? I hope and pray that he did bring his cell with him, so when Elliot realizes who I am with, and the location becomes clear he realizes where I am. I have to believe that someone is coming to save me from this, as I honestly don’t see a way out of here.
I chance a glance around the room. There are no landline phones on either of the side tables. I lean up slightly, expanding my range of sight to outside of the room, towards the main open area where I was assaulted mere minutes ago. There is an old-fashioned landline, hanging on the wall between the kitchen and living area. If I could get to that somehow, I could dial Elliot’s phone, and hope that he answers.
I needed to think smart, play along with Dylan’s game and try and get him to believe that I’m not a threat. That I’m just going to take whatever he plans on dishing out to me, and just accept it. If he can let his guard down enough to fall asleep, then I might have an incredibly small window to call for help.
A determination builds inside me. I know I’m about to go through Hell again. But this time I’m going to walk through with a purpose, knowing that on the other side there is a possibility of leaving Hell, and never, ever returning again.
I close my eyes, imagining a place where Dylan can’t get to me ever again, wanting to be anywhere else than here when the next assault comes. Once my thoughts are in a better frame of mind, I take one last breath, preparing myself for what I’m about to ask for. I can do this.
I hear his footsteps coming closer, and the sound of him putting something heavy down on the chest of drawers beside the door. I open my eyes and see him, his hands resting on his old worn baseball bat.
“Now, I want to set some ground rules. You will do whatever I ask you to do, or I’m going to hit you, Angela, but not with my fists. No, I brought along our old friend.” He strokes his baseball bat, the one he has had since his minor league days,
“Of Course, Dylan. Whatever you ask, I’ll do”
Wanting him as far away from the bat as possible, I raise my knees and let my legs spread even wider. I lower my hand to my folds, and slowly place my finger inside myself. His hand drops from the baseball bat to his side and he takes a step closer to the bed, where I lay, then another, then another until he is standing right beside me. He lifts his shirt over his head, and I see a new tattoo over his heart, “AW + DR till death do us part.”
His hand snakes out and stops my hand from touching myself. “Let me do that. I’ll do a much better job”, I nod at him and pull my hand away from his laying it next to my body.
“Of course, Dylan. Do what you want to me. My body is yours”, the cruel smile spreading across his once handsome features tells me that he thinks he has won, that he has broken me. But he doesn’t know that he never will.
“Yes, it, is,” he says before climbing onto the bed. He shuffles down so his face is mere inches away from where I had just been touching myself, he lifts both of my thighs and takes a very firm grip of either one, before he begins to taste me. I close my eyes, not wanting to see what he is doing, he bites my clit, hard. I scream, my eyes spring wide open. “You will watch what I am doing to you, or I will bite you again, harder.”
“Okay” I whisper, and I watch as he devours me. The stubble which now calls his face home, scratching me all the while. I feel something building in me, and I try my hardest not to let it free. However Dylan senses it, his lips, teeth and tongue begin moving at an even more punishing rate, continuing to drive me higher and higher until I am just about to fall, then he lets me go and sits up, resting his naked ass on the back of his heels, his hand comes over to stroke his cock which is standing to full attention. “Legs spread and in the air” he commands. I do as he says immediately “good girl” he says, he comes forward, inching his cock towards my entrance, he moves it up and down my now wet folds.
Before pushing it so slightly in, and then taking it back out again, “this time Angela, I want you to scream my name, if you don’t, I’m going to punish you. Do you understand?” I nod, he slams into me, all the way home. I scream at the sudden invasion. “I said, scream my name,” he shouted.
“Dylan,” I reply, he pulls out and slams home again, knowing what he wants this time it comes automatically, “Dylan” he steadies into a punishing rhythm.
“Who does this cunt belong to?” he asks. I know what he wants, and even though I hate myself for saying it, I do.
“You, Dylan. it belongs to you,’’ I hear his groan, deep from within his chest.
