dream.
Chapter
19
Leila
I don’t know what I expected the last time
to be like. The last time he pulled the clothes from my body and touched my
skin causing goose bumps to rise on the surface. That one final time he uttered
the name he gave me and told me was my own. What it would feel like when he
kissed my lips once his invasion of my body was over. I had no idea how I would
feel when he raped me that one last time.
As he descends the stairs, I sit upright on
my bed, tucking my knees against my chest while my gaze holds his. For once I
can actually look him in the eye.
“Emmy,” he draws out.
He makes his way to the foot of the bed and
taps the comforter with the palm of his hand. “Come here,” he says as if I’m a
fervent feline. “Come close to me.”
I slowly make my way to the edge of the bed
on my hands and knees. The sight causes him to suck in a deep breath and his
lip turns into a wicked smirk. When the stench of whiskey reaches my nose I
know I am close enough.
“Good girl.” His hand cups the side of my
face. It’s a gentle gesture, but I don’t lean into his touch. I don’t trust it,
and I definitely don’t welcome it.
“Let me look at you.” His hand trails down
my neck and to my bust, fingertips meet skin, causing my heart to thump
deep inside my chest . His fingers tangle with the tie of my robe. Within
seconds the knot is loose and the robe is falling from my body.
His sharp intake of breath tells me that
he’s happy with my outfit.
“I love you in red,” he says.
I’ve heard this countless
times over the years. He requested I wear the red negligee tonight, even
though it isn’t my usual Tuesday outfit. I want to tell him that it’s the last
time he’ll ever see me in red, but I bite my tongue and wait for his
exploration of my body to be over.
“Tonight I need you,” he starts. “I need you
to create memories for me. Vivid memories. Memories that will
last me a few days while I am away. Can you do that for me, Emmy?” he
asks softly. “Can you create beautiful memories for me?”
My eyebrows reach up my forehead questioning
exactly what he wants from me.
He takes a step back, unbuttoning his slacks
and letting them fall to the floor. My eyes go wide. I understand. I know what
he wants from me and I suppress the urge to cry.
He’s already hard. He takes his cock in the
palm of his hand and pumps it a few times. He takes a step forward, his crotch
now in my face, his hands moving to the back of my head forcefully.
“Suck me,” he demands.
I grind my teeth together. No matter how
hard I try I can’t pry my jaws apart. He tugs on my hair at the base of my
skull. “Open,” he says the word with such severity that I know I need to comply.
I open my mouth and take the length of him against my tongue. “Yes, Emmy,”
he breathes quietly.
His hands guide me, controlling the pace of
the blowjob, slowing down when I take him deep. The only thing that stops me
from biting down on his cock is knowing that this is
the last time. The one final time I will ever have to take this man’s dick in
my mouth.
His fingers twist through my hair as he leans
back and closes his eyes. I watch his face distort as his cock pulsates against
my tongue telling me he’s close.
He quickens the pace, thrusting deep into my
mouth causing me to gag. He hears the sound of me fighting back the urge to
vomit, but it only spurs him on more. His breathing intensifies and a deep
groan escapes from the back of his throat.
“Fuck,” he shouts.
When he’s about to come he grabs a fist full
of my hair and yanks hard, pulling my mouth away from his cock. I cry out in
pain, causing him to smirk.
“You’re such a good little slut,” he says as
he reaches for my feet.
He pulls my leg to the side of the bed and
fastens a rope around my ankle. Walking to the opposite side of the bed he does
the same to my other foot. The ropes force my legs open, wider than I
Chapter
19
Leila
I don’t know what I expected the last time
to be like. The last time he pulled the clothes from my body and touched my
skin causing goose bumps to rise on the surface. That one final time he uttered
the name he gave me and told me was my own. What it would feel like when he
kissed my lips once his invasion of my body was over. I had no idea how I would
feel when he raped me that one last time.
As he descends the stairs, I sit upright on
my bed, tucking my knees against my chest while my gaze holds his. For once I
can actually look him in the eye.
“Emmy,” he draws out.
He makes his way to the foot of the bed and
taps the comforter with the palm of his hand. “Come here,” he says as if I’m a
fervent feline. “Come close to me.”
I slowly make my way to the edge of the bed
on my hands and knees. The sight causes him to suck in a deep breath and his
lip turns into a wicked smirk. When the stench of whiskey reaches my nose I
know I am close enough.
“Good girl.” His hand cups the side of my
face. It’s a gentle gesture, but I don’t lean into his touch. I don’t trust it,
and I definitely don’t welcome it.
“Let me look at you.” His hand trails down
my neck and to my bust, fingertips meet skin, causing my heart to thump
deep inside my chest . His fingers tangle with the tie of my robe. Within
seconds the knot is loose and the robe is falling from my body.
His sharp intake of breath tells me that
he’s happy with my outfit.
“I love you in red,” he says.
I’ve heard this countless
times over the years. He requested I wear the red negligee tonight, even
though it isn’t my usual Tuesday outfit. I want to tell him that it’s the last
time he’ll ever see me in red, but I bite my tongue and wait for his
exploration of my body to be over.
“Tonight I need you,” he starts. “I need you
to create memories for me. Vivid memories. Memories that will
last me a few days while I am away. Can you do that for me, Emmy?” he
asks softly. “Can you create beautiful memories for me?”
My eyebrows reach up my forehead questioning
exactly what he wants from me.
He takes a step back, unbuttoning his slacks
and letting them fall to the floor. My eyes go wide. I understand. I know what
he wants from me and I suppress the urge to cry.
He’s already hard. He takes his cock in the
palm of his hand and pumps it a few times. He takes a step forward, his crotch
now in my face, his hands moving to the back of my head forcefully.
“Suck me,” he demands.
I grind my teeth together. No matter how
hard I try I can’t pry my jaws apart. He tugs on my hair at the base of my
skull. “Open,” he says the word with such severity that I know I need to comply.
I open my mouth and take the length of him against my tongue. “Yes, Emmy,”
he breathes quietly.
His hands guide me, controlling the pace of
the blowjob, slowing down when I take him deep. The only thing that stops me
from biting down on his cock is knowing that this is
the last time. The one final time I will ever have to take this man’s dick in
my mouth.
His fingers twist through my hair as he leans
back and closes his eyes. I watch his face distort as his cock pulsates against
my tongue telling me he’s close.
He quickens the pace, thrusting deep into my
mouth causing me to gag. He hears the sound of me fighting back the urge to
vomit, but it only spurs him on more. His breathing intensifies and a deep
groan escapes from the back of his throat.
“Fuck,” he shouts.
When he’s about to come he grabs a fist full
of my hair and yanks hard, pulling my mouth away from his cock. I cry out in
pain, causing him to smirk.
“You’re such a good little slut,” he says as
he reaches for my feet.
He pulls my leg to the side of the bed and
fastens a rope around my ankle. Walking to the opposite side of the bed he does
the same to my other foot. The ropes force my legs open, wider than I
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