Unspoken Pleasure

She began struggling with him.

Unfortunately for Christy, no one was there to see them or offer her help. It was the middle of a weekday, and beside the drone of a distant lawnmower, the neighborhood was sunny and still, the nearby houses empty shells, everyone either at work or out shopping.

Christy’s small hands were no match for Reggie. He quickly unfastened her pants and slid his fingers inside her panties.

“No, stop it! Not now,” Christy begged.

He located her clit and pinched it. “You keep forgetting that you don’t have a choice. I thought you was getting smart about it, but I guess you need to be roughed up again to remind you, huh?”

Christy discovered her clitoris delivered pain as effectively as it delivered pleasure. An agonizing jolt travelled through her nerves like a paralyzing electrical shock that quickly vanquished every ounce of her bravery. “Ow! You’re hurting me. I’m sorry. Yes, yes, I’m your girlfriend. I’ll be good.”NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

With his free hand, Reggie calmly pushed the button on the remote and opened the garage door. “That’s a better attitude. You don’t want me contacting my homeboys to have them hurt your family. Now, pull the car in, baby.”

She pulled in, and the garage door closed behind them.

“Give me your keys, Christy.”

Only one thought was in her brain: stop the terrible pain. She complied, and Reggie’s excruciating grasp on her clit became a soothing stroke. Her hands gripped the steering wheel. She looked down in disgust, watching Reggie’s fingers work inside her blue silk undies. She was getting moist for him.

The pain was gone, but Reggie had her car keys – her means of escape. She tried to think of a way to get them back, but it was becoming difficult to concentrate, a different distraction gaining her attention. Her pussy was getting wetter, more receptive to being touched.

Christy squeezed her eyes shut to stop watching her own molestation, but the sound of Reggie’s fingers splashing in her silky secretions was becoming just as disturbing as what she saw with her eyes open. Why did her body keep doing this for him? “Oh, Reggie, please don’t.”

She felt messy down there and embarrassed by her body’s reaction, which contradicted her feelings of repulsion.

“You see how much nicer it is when you obey me?”

She bit her lower lip and refused to give him the satisfaction of a response, her small, white fingers clasping his wrist in a futile attempt to pull his hand out of her panties.

“It ain’t coming out until I think you ready,” he said.

Reggie worked her intimate folds, enjoying the expressions of emotional disdain mixed with physical pleasure displayed on her face. Christy’s face contorted from conflict and suggested to Reggie that he was successfully wearing her down. He finally withdrew his wet fingers from her pussy and licked her tasty juices from them. “Mmm, you so sweet baby. I love you.”

Christy sheepishly watched Reggie lick her secretions from his fingers and relish her flavor. He had no right to touch her the way he did, to taste her and know her so intimately. At least for the moment he had stopped fondling her. The welcome break allowed her to regain control of her body and thoughts.

Her thoughts cleared, but he had left her with a tumescent clitoris. Horribly, she was becoming used to him making her clit hard like this and relieving it by making her orgasm. He made her body want to cum, and like a haunting melody she remembered the phrases he had made her say to him repeatedly while they fucked: I’m your girlfriend and I love you. Your big cock is so deep and feels so good inside me.

She regained composure and the tension in Christy’s face dissipated.

“You ready to go inside the house with me and get some loving?”

She dreaded getting ‘loving’ from him again, even with her clit left the way it was from the perverse attention this monster gave it. She tried to think of a way out of her wretched situation. Maybe she could run to her room and call the police. But how could she avoid explaining all the embarrassing details of the past weeks? Would anyone believe Reggie had raped her so many times, yet she didn’t report his crime, tell her husband or seek any kind of help until now?

Would Dave want her after learning the sordid details of what she did with Reggie? Reggie might reveal how often they had sex, all the disgusting things he made her do with him, and how he had made her cum. He would claim their sex was consensual.

Most importantly, could the police protect her family from Reggie’s ‘homeboys’? His thugs already had their instructions if anything happened to him. The law hadn’t protected his other victims.

Reggie expected her to cooperate and pretend to be his girlfriend. He promised to be nice to her and love her if she did. But if she crossed him, if anyone found out about him, he promised to have Dave, her family and her friends horribly tortured and killed.

One thing became apparent to Christy: the longer this relationship continued, the harder it became for her to stop it. Rather than tire of her and move on to greener pastures, as she had initially anticipated, and as any normal man eager to just get his rocks off would do, Reggie seemed more obsessed with her.

She was confused. She had to act soon. Although it sickened her to answer his question affirmatively, she slowly nodded her head, exited the car, and re-buttoned her pants.

Reggie couldn’t wait to sink his hard cock inside her wet cunt again as he watched her tight ass sashay in front of him toward the door. He had always fantasized about a situation like this, fucking a young, married white girl, and forcing her to orgasm- making her betray her husband with a black man. If he could put a black baby in Christy’s belly it would be the ultimate payback for the privileged lives her white family had lived, and it would connect her to him and his race forever.

Christy reached the door to the house and waited for Reggie to unlock it with the keys he had taken from her. Reggie came up behind her and fiddled to open the door. Through their clothes, she felt his huge cock push against her back. She didn’t want him inside her again, causing her to humiliatingly orgasm, each one a damaging betrayal of her marriage with Dave.

When Reggie opened the door, Christy bolted from him. She knew where his monstrous penis would soon be again if she didn’t get away.

Christy’s flight caught Reggie off-guard and it took him a moment to react. “Oh no you don’t,” he hissed as her garment slipped from his grasp and distance between them grew.

She reached her bedroom and slammed the door shut with him close behind.

A second more might have been enough time for Christy to set the lock and call 911. But Reggie had already turned the knob. Her feet slid along the hardwood floor unable to gain purchase as she attempted holding the door closed with all the weight of her petite body.