Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

“Who you all dolled-up for today, baby?” Reggie asked with a sickening smile that revealed his gladness over catching her. The blue dress Christy wore hugged her delicious curves and reached a few inches above her knees, showing off her slender legs. Light makeup further accented her already gorgeous blue eyes and pouty lips. Her soft blond hair flowed past her shoulders like rays of sunshine. She was enticing and Reggie couldn’t resist her.

This was the perverted monster that had molested and raped her multiple times. Christy looked up at him with disgust and answered coldly. “I have a job interview. I told you before to stop calling me baby. I’m not your baby. I would appreciate it if you put on some clothes.”

With the swiftness of a viper’s bite, his hand grabbed her by the nape.

“Ow, get your filthy hand off me!”

His dark eyes angrily peered into hers. “Who’s gonna stop me? Dave’s not here to help you, is he?”

“No, he went to work. Let me go!”

“Well then it’s time for you to make nice with your boyfriend. We get to play while he’s gone. I thought you and me had an understanding about this, but you not cooperating like you suppose to. You forget about our little arrangement, baby? You staying home with me when Dave goes to work. Remember the list of your family and friends? My homeboys are ready to visit each of them, including that pathetic husband of yours. The warehouse Dave works at is right in the middle of the hood – a convenient spot for my niggers to do a stabbing or shooting.”

No, she couldn’t let Reggie do those perverted things to her again, but she couldn’t let him hurt her family either. The reality of her situation became horrifyingly evident. The two previous times he had raped her weren’t going to be isolated instances. He wanted her to be his captive in her own home so he could fuck her every day.

Tightly gripping the back of her neck, he began guiding her over to the kitchen table, her legs stubbornly moving in the direction he wanted, her hands instinctively reaching up and wrapping themselves around his wrist.

“No, Reggie. You’re not doing that to me again. I have a job interview I need to go to. Stop it.”

He bent her over the kitchen table, the right cheek of her face pressed against its cool wooden surface, her open palms pushing against it but unable to lift herself off it as he held her down. She felt his other hand reaching up her dress and begin rubbing her pussy through her thong.

“I can do whatever I want to you, baby, and you gonna let me do it.”

“No! Don’t touch me. I mean it. Stop it, Reggie!”

His finger easily circumvented the thin strip of fabric comprising her thong and slipped into her warm slit. She hated him and what he was doing to her, but her pussy began moistening for him and it embarrassed her.

“That’s a good girl. Get nice and wet for me, Christy, and show me how much you really want me,” he commented, slowly sawing his thick digit in and out of her tight, wet opening and further humiliating her.

She did not want him, and she never would want him- but he was making her wet.

His finger, coated with her silky secretions, began attending to her clitoris.

Christy’s eyes opened wide when she felt him touching her there. “No, don’t do this to me. Stop touching me there… don’t.”

“Oh, yes, baby. Right there. Uh-huh, we both know how much you like having your special spot rubbed. Does it feel good yet?”

“No, stop it. I don’t like it. Please.”

“Sure, you don’t, baby. But I’m touching it anyway. Oh, yeah, that starting to feel good, isn’t it?”

Contrary to her claims, her clit revealed the pleasure it felt by firming beneath his finger, and he continued manipulating it as he soothingly spoke.

“Shh, it’s okay, Christy. You going to let me touch it for a little while, baby. Your family and friends need you to protect them. You either cooperating or someone’s gonna get hurt real bad, maybe even die. Remember who I am? If you piss me off something unfortunate will happen to someone you care about.”

“Oh god, no. Stop it… don’t.”

Her struggling began to subside. “That’s it. Calm down, and let me play with it, baby. It won’t be bad. See how good it starting to feel?”

“Oh… oh… oh… ah, stop touching me there. Ooh… no.”

He reached into the waistband of her thong and began slowly sliding it down her legs while masturbating her.

“No… please… don’t,” she cried. The young, confident woman on her way to a promising job interview moments ago had turned into a sniveling schoolgirl. “You can’t do this to me again. I won’t let you.”

“Yes, I can do this to you, Christy, and you gonna let me because you don’t have a choice. You my girlfriend now, baby, and you already done nasty things with me. Remember what we did yesterday? This be all your fault because you too beautiful to resist; you keep making me hard.”

“I didn’t do anything to you. I’m not your girlfriend. Stop it.”

He lifted her dress up, revealing her firm, prize-winning ass covered with the faint bruises he put on it by spanking her yesterday. He kicked her legs apart; her thong, which he had left around her lower thighs, became taut.

Christy heard a loud crack before the sting registered in her brain. He was slapping her butt again.From NôvelDrama.Org.

“Don’t talk back to me. If I say you my girlfriend, you best agree with me,” Reggie growled while disciplining her. “Now say it to me.”

Her ass was already tender from the spanking he gave her the day before. “Ow, ow, ow, stop hitting me! Okay, please… I’m your girlfriend.”

“Say it again!” Another smack…

“I’m your girlfriend.”

“Again!” Another smack…

“I’m your girlfriend damn it! I’m your girlfriend! I’m your girlfriend!”

When Christy’s spanking finally ended, her ass glowed red and radiated warmth. He soothingly ran his hand up and down each of her firm, young butt cheeks and squeezed them.

Bent over the kitchen table she sobbed, her bare ass red and sticking out for him. Reggie took advantage of this opportunity, pulled down his boxers and aimed himself at his weary target.

The head of his penis nudged her moist labia.