Page 38 of Counter Bet

His grip on my hair tightens until I’m sure he’ll come away with chunks of hair. I stroke him even faster and harder, squeezing my eyes shut. If I don’t look, I can pretend it isn’t happening.

“Stick your tongue out.”

I shake my head, my eyes still squeezed shut. Anything but that. “Please, no.”

Greg lets go of my hair, slaps my cheek hard, and then does it again before I’ve had a chance to recover from the first blow.

“Stick your fucking tongue out!”

I do. I just do.

My cheek burns and throbs.

“That’s it, sweetness. See how much easier it is when you listen.” His hand is back in my hair, and he takes charge with his other hand, guiding my strokes with his sweaty palm until he grunts. His warm cum squirts on my tongue and cheeks. It’s all I can do not to puke.

Greg pushes me back on the bed like a used rag. He tucks himself in, then walks over to the door and grins over his shoulder. “See you again real soon, sweetness.”

The door clicks shut.

I break down sobbing. My tears mix with his cum. I shuffle on the bed, gasping in pain as I grab a discarded t-shirt off the floor. I use it to rub him off me until it hurts. I can still taste him on my tongue though. I need the bathroom to rinse my mouth out and wash him off me, but I don’t dare leave my room.

Besides, I can’t possibly walk with the amount of pain I’m in. My cheek throbs painfully, and pain sears through my ribs with my every inhale.

The phone lights up on the nightstand.

I crawl over, breathing through the pain. I probably need medical attention.

“Ben?” I answer, hissing in pain as I curl up in the fetal position.

“Dell?”

I press my face into the pillow to silence my wheezing breaths. It frightens me that I’m struggling to breathe.

“Dell, are you okay?” There’s urgency in his voice now.

I can’t lie to him. “No,” I whisper on a sob.

I’m not okay. I’ve been sexually assaulted, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it from happening again. Greg will take it further next time.

“I’m coming to get you.” The line goes dead.

I whimper in fear, clutching the phone, as voices carry down the hallway before the front door slams shut.

The house descends in silence.

I breathe a wheezy breath of relief. Ben won’t hesitate to kill Greg for laying a hand on me, and I don’t want him to get into trouble because of me.

I drift in and out of consciousness until the bed shifts, and a warm hand brushes strands of hair off my face.

I startle, releasing a scream as I scramble back on the bed.

“Shhh,” Ben soothes. He scoops me up in his arms. “It’s me, Dell. I won’t hurt you.”

“Greg made me touch him.” I cling to his t-shirt, wetting the fabric with my tears.

Ben strokes my back soothingly. “You’re okay, Dell. He can’t hurt you now.”

“I had no choice.”

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