Page 49 of A Dark Duet

I kneel in front of my protector, licking his dick from the tip down to his balls, tasting all of him. I remember what I saw in the back room, mirroring everything, and I taste the saltiness of his pre cum when I suck the head of his dick. He runs his fingers through my hair, fucking my mouth slowly at first, but then I pick up the speed, sucking harder, faster, taking his huge cock inside my throat, relaxing my neck muscles so I can take all of him inside my mouth. I continue to suck, twirling my tongue up and down the shaft of his dick.

“Fuck, baby, that feels so fucking good,” he grunts.

Holding himself, bracing against the wall with his sleeve of tattoos down to his hands, while his other hand is holding my head steady as my head bobs, sucking his dick like it’s the lifeline I need. He pulls his cock out, turns the water off, quickly dries me in a towel, and carries me to his bed. He lays me down and settles between my legs. I open them wide, and he holds my face with his while he hovers over me with the tip of his wet cock at my entrance.

“I’m going to make love to you, Giselle. I’m going to take it away,” he whispers on my lips.

I lie there and just look into his eyes, lost. He can try, but it won’t change anything. The damage is done and I feel I owe him for protecting me. He slides into me slowly, stretching me inch by inch and the pain I thought I would feel is instead pleasure. He continues to slide inside me, feeling my wet pussy.

“Are you okay?”

I nod, keeping silent, closing my eyes.

“Don’t close your eyes. Look at me, Giselle. It’s me, baby.”

I open my eyes, sliding my hand on his face and kissing him deeply, sliding my tongue and devouring his mouth. Tasting my pussy and his dick on my tongue, he moans inside my mouth, making his dick harder inside my pussy. He pumps in and out slowly, sliding his hands under my ass so he can drive his cock deeper inside. I wrap my legs around his waist as he grinds his cock inside me while his balls slap against my ass. I moan as the pleasure intensifies, our tongues fucking each other’s mouths. He breaks the kiss and looks down into my eyes while he maintains a slow pace.

“God, you’re so beautiful. You will always be mine, Giselle. Always.”

I listen to his sweet words I hope are truths. He rejected me when I questioned how he got the scars, but guess what? I have hidden scars inside me, but at least he knows where they came from. I don’t know his pain, only the pleasure he gives me, and I fall into the most intense orgasm I have ever felt.

I scream his name as I come, my pussy gripping his cock. His eyes close as he comes, spilling his hot seed. He pulls out a minute later and gets a washcloth to clean me gently.

He wraps his arms around me, bringing me to lie on his chest. Right before I fall asleep, he whispers a confession that gives me some peace, “I don’t have nightmares when you sleep with me.” Those are the last words I hear before sleep consumes me.

Giselle

The next morning, I wake up, stiffening when I remember I had sex with Nate last night, but it doesn’t matter, it’s the least I can do when he’s been taking care of me.

I didn’t have a nightmare last night, but it doesn’t mean I won’t. It’s happened before. When I think they’re gone, the next day, one would come harder than the last, laughing at me like I’m a bitch. I turn around and see his back turned. Needing his warmth, I turn over and slide my hand around his waist until I reach his chest, spooning him while his heat radiates from his body, warming me. I feel his breathing change as his hand slides over mine, holding it there, and I fall asleep all over again.

That’s when it comes; the feeling of being cold, being unable to breathe, the squeezing of my throat, the smell of the stale cigarette breath, my worst nightmare coming back to claim me. I bolt up in the bed with a piercing scream, gasping for air and looking around. I’m not in the trailer, but in Nate’s room, and he isn’t here. I turn my head toward the bathroom and the door swings open with a bang.

Nate runs to the bed, water dripping down his beautiful body and a towel around his waist. “Shh, I’m here, baby. I’m here. You’re safe. No one is going to hurt you ever again,” he says softly.

He holds me, rocking me, turning my head into his wet shoulder. I continue shaking as tears slide down my face. I stay silent and think that I would be better off being dead.

He kisses me on my tearstained cheeks, my eyes, my neck, and back up to my lips, and it feels so calming that I stop shaking. I look at his face, the pain I feel mirrored in his gaze, and I am relieved it’s not pity because I can’t handle pity.

It’s what he must have thought went I asked him about the burn marks, and he sent me away defensively. I wasn’t pitying him. The old me wanted to know how he got them. I wanted to know Nate, the real Nate. Now I’m too fucked up to want anything but pain on my skin to cope with the sorrow that’s inside.

I get up and take a shower, leaving him on the bed. I take the washcloth to scrub my skin, but I pause, dropping it. I finish washing myself, turn the water off, and dry off after hearing him moving around in the bedroom.

I walk over to the floor-length mirror, knowing what I want and what I need. He walks up behind me in his gym shorts without a shirt and looks at me, standing naked in front of the mirror. He is so much taller than me, over six feet, and his massive frame makes me look fragile.

I reach behind me and grab his hands, moving them slowly toward my stomach, sliding lower to the wet folds of my pussy, and I close my eyes. He slides his finger inside and my pussy clenches around it.

My heartbeat races. “I want you to fuck me hard, Nate. I want to watch you pound me in every fucking hole in my body. I want it raw and hard.”

“You don’t know what you’re asking,” he breathes.

I open my eyes and look at him with determination as I raise my brow.“Are you saying no?”

“No, I’m saying that I will not be gentle. I don’t want you to think that I’m like those pigs who hurt you.”

“There is nothing you can do that can make me think, for a second, you’re like those fucking monsters.”

“Bend over and touch the floor, straighten your legs, and look at the mirror,” he says quietly.

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