Page 67 of The Wrong Man

Letting go, I stood up from the couch and slowly lowered my leggings.

“Panties too, though those are real cute, Essie.”

Nodding once with a rough swallow, I lowered my lacy thong to the floor. Sitting back down on the couch, Johnny tapped my legs apart, moving closer so he could look between my legs. He knelt in front of me, his hard dick bobbing between his legs with each movement.

“Pull your knees up. I want to see everything.”

Scooting so my back rested on the arm of the couch, I pulled my knees apart, and put a hand to my core. I was fully exposed to his face, which was only inches from me. Swallowing a hard lump, tears rolled out of the corners of my eyes.

“Fuck, yeah, pretty girl. That’s so hot. Your pussy is so cute. Play with it.”

Rubbing my clit with two fingers, I watched Johnny slowly stroking himself in a trance, staring at my exposed pussy. He sometimes squeezed himself tighter and let his thumb graze over the top of his dick.

“You can relax. Get into it. I just wanna watch you. I’m not going to touch you.” I settled in and tried to give a show that would work for him. “Take off your top. Let me see your tits, too.”

Protesting, my voice rang out for the first time. “Johnny—”

Without warning, he smacked me across the face with his open hand. I gasped and gripped where the sting hit my skin. He said he wasn’t going to touch me, but I knew it was a lie. His green eyes were wild as he threatened to hit me again if I didn’t comply.

“Essie, you’re not in control here. Take off your fucking top. I want to see all of you.”

I took off my bra, so I was completely naked in front of him. “I’m cold.”

“Well, I’ll warm you up, then. Pinch your nipple.”

When I didn’t and just held my fingers on my slit, he reached over and pinched one, and I gasped in pain. A whimper and moan escaped my lips as I tried to shut my legs, but he slid his body between them.

“I think you like pain.” He smirked, then leaned over and licked one nipple before he latched on, sucking, then bit down hard. A sob burst from my throat as I shoved him without moving him. He pressed closer to me as the disgust swirled in my belly.

With one hand stroking his cock, he used his other to cover my fingers on my pussy. Watching my eyes, he stroked his fingers overtop mine and worked my clit roughly. Involuntarily, I started to become wet from the friction. I closed my eyes so I wouldn’t have to look at him, but then felt his fingers wander lower and plunge into my cunt. A pained gasp left my open mouth at his invasion. I’d never felt so violated and out of control.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. I wouldn’t have expected that with how big Eli is. Guess he didn’t wear you out completely.”

“Johnny, please don’t. I’ll do it. I’ll show you. Just sit back, and I’ll be good for you.” I grabbed his wrist and tried to pull his hand out of me. Instead, he pressed his waist in so that his dick was closer to my entrance. “No, please.”

“Shh, shh. I’m not going in. It’s not like that. Relax. Let me just wet the tip a little bit.” He slid his dick between my folds, coating the head with my wetness. “Don’t move and you won’t get it inside you.” There was that unspoken “yet” again as my mind raced with a way to stop him. Could I reach my phone? Kick him in the gut? My legs were trapped apart around him.

Gripping his dick by the base, he began to tap it on my clit. “See? Doesn’t that feel good? I can be good for you, too. I’ll make you feel real good. Just lay back.”

Shaking my head, my voice came out in a forced whisper, like this was a horrible nightmare. “No, don’t.”

Continuing to thump on my nub, I used my knees to shove his shoulders off me, but he leaned in more. “Hey, listen. If you struggle, this is not going to end as nicely as you’d want. Just do as I say, and you won’t get fucked. I won’t put it all the way in.”

He moved his dick from my clit down to my entrance as I watched between us. The tip rested just at my entrance. If he moved an inch, or if I squirmed, he would penetrate me. Holding my breath, I tried to slide back on the couch without him noticing.

“Ah, ah. Don’t move.” He put an arm around my waist and lifted me, so my body was at a closer angle to his. His cock was slightly inside my hole now. “Come on, Essie. Let me fuck you. You’d like it. Just let me put it in a bit. Just a little. I won’t even come in you.” His wild eyes stared at where we were almost connected.

I held my breath, tears streaming down my cheeks. If I moved, would he hurt me again? “No, Johnny. No, I don’t want to. Please don’t.”

Johnny leaned forward and kissed me roughly to stop me from talking, fitting himself firmly between my thighs. He tasted bitter, and I wanted him out of my mouth. I was terrified that he was going to cause me more pain.

I thought that was it, thought he would plunge into me, but instead he took his cock and rubbed it between my pussy lips, humping my core and stroking my clit as he did. When I felt him bump my entrance on the downstroke, I would whimper with horror that he would enter me. I was afraid to fight. What if he punched me? I thought I would have to try anyway, so I pushed him off with all my might, trying to close my legs.

Johnny reared back and slapped me hard across the face again until I screamed in pain. He gripped my neck with one hand, choking me. My sobs were cut off as he tightened his squeeze. “Guess you won’t play nice… Well, neither will I.”

ChapterTwenty-One

ELI

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