19. A Psychotic Man

I am frightened.
Panic flutters in my stomach like hundred anxious birds flapping their wings to get out of my body.
“No. Please!”
Dakota ignores my pleases and pushes my fingers along with his own into my panties. I shut my eyes as the tip of my fingers dampens with hotness and I feel a rumble of victory vibrating through his chest.
“So wet.”
Blood surges to my face and I blush in shame as he stares at me with a grin of male triumph.
“Now tell me, Emara.” He speaks in a ridicule mocking tone as he deepens his hand in my panties and rubs my wet lips. “Are you always this wet?”
He smirks against my cheek and whispers arrogantly, “Or did the pizza make your pussy dripping like this?”
I couldn’t speak.
My face flushes with humiliation as his warm fingers make greasy, wet circles around my swollen clit, forcing little gasps out of my mouth.
It’s been three years since someone touched me.
My body couldn’t forget the memories of being used and left by the last person I loved. Since then, I couldn’t even think of anyone touching me or doing things what Ryan did to me.
And here I am.. Getting fingered by his best friend.
Dakota stands there holding my body against his dominating figure while he plays with my pussy. My struggle gets weak and I gasp sensually as I feel his long fingers sliding smoothly around the burning lips of my hole.
“Did I tell you? You were soaking wet against my palm when I spanked you in the morning. And you are drenched right now when I didn’t even touch you.”
His hot breath fans on my cheeks and my skin burns with intense need as he dips just the tip of his finger inside me and stays still.
“You know what kind of girl gets wet with spanking or while dancing in front of a guy?”
His eyes stare at me darkly. Shame grips my throat from all sides, and I struggle to draw a breath under his intimidating presence.
“A whore.”
He whispers and pushes his long finger inside my wet pulsing vagina. I bite a moan as my wall clenches around the thickness of his finger.
A smirk appears on Dakota’s stone cold face as he pulls out his hand and wipes his finger on my lower lip to make me realize how wet I am.
“Aren’t you a sweet little whore, Emara?”
I close my eyes and when I open them, I glare at him with all the hate, all the abhor I have inside of me and spat angrily.
“Fuck you.”
Dakota grabs me by my elbow and tugs me towards him menacingly. His lips an inch away from mine as he states in his deep voice, “No. I *am* going to fuck you.”
My heartbeat fastens as I stare into his heartless eyes which promises of my ruin.
“What are you do-oing?” I ask him in panic as he pulls me harshly after him.
Air moves past me as he almost drags me on his marble floor, up to the stairs and then throws me on the bed roughly in which I slept last night.
“On four.”
A shudder passes through me as he begins to undress. Dakota unbuttons his shirt hastily, as if he is running out of time.
“What did I tell you?” His voice sounds like a nightmare as he glares at me angrily.
Muscles after muscles appear under his dark shade of clothes and my scared heart jumps to my throat as he doesn’t stop stripping.
“O-on four.” I answer nervously.
He shakes his head like a madman.
From hair on my head to the little hair on my thighs, pricks up in fear as he lowers his face at a threatening pace and grits, “I had told you to change before cooking.”
“But I-I had no clothes.” My voice barely comes out as a whisper.
“I made sure to fill your cupboard.”
“Those are lingeries.”
“Those are your clothes.” He scowls in anger as he skins down his pants and step out of them in just his brief.
My throat gets dry as I see the bulge and outline of a massive cock hiding behind the soft cotton of his under ware.
My instincts scream at me to run, hide, but I freeze under his gaze like a deer. Hoping if I didn’t move, he wouldn’t notice me.
“On four. Now.”
Dakota growls in fury and flips me on the bed like a pancake. I fall with my chest on the mattress beating so fast and uncontrollable as if I am having an attack.
I hear the drawer open and close with a crinkling sound of wrapper before he jerks my pants down, arches my hips, and kicks my legs apart.
I hear ripping plastic and I freeze with my heart pounding in my ear.
Everything was happening so fast that I couldn’t decipher what was going on until I feel him hot and hard at my entrance.
A shiver runs down my spine and I freeze in absolute fear. I could see my world crumbling down as he holds my hips in his tight grip and thrusts into me without any warning.
*Ahhh!*
My body jerks in shock at the sudden intrusion. My toes curl on the bed as I feel a hot monstrous force pushing inside of me, almost splitting me into half and not stopping until I see moon and stars twinkling in front of me.
*Aaahhhhh!*
I hear an intense moan in my ears and I realized it’s my own. I couldn’t remember if it was in pain or pleasure. It is impossible to know.
Like a fish out of water, I squirm and crawl for water but he firmly keeps himself balls deep into me.
“Look up.”
My eyes open and I see my fists clutching on to the bedsheet with my life as I take rapid labour breaths. I feel fingers burying into my hair and in an instance, my head jerks up.
*AHHHHH!*
This time, I hear my voice crackling in pain as my scalp burns with the pull. My eyes look straight at the reflection of a helpless girl in the mirror who is sitting on her all four limbs, like a leashed dog.
“Look at me.”
My eyes crawl up to the reflection of the huge beast behind me, looking so viciously barbaric that even monsters would crawl under the bed in his presence.
His shoulders broad like Zeus with the infamous wolf carved on his chest which screams of dominance and danger.
But nothing is more dangerous than his dead emotionless eyes which burns in me with a fire of revenge.
Dakota grabs the front of my shirt and pulls it apart with a force which causes my buttons to roll on the floor. He throws the cloth away and with a tug, my bra falls to my fisted fingers and my breast bounce freely for his view.
“Now I am going to fuck you like a lying bitch you are. And let’s see how you take it.”
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**Warning: The next chapter has Forced sexual scene.. If you are not comfortable.. You can skip it.**
7 Nights with Mr. Black
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