I sit her down on the bed again and stay beside her, looking into her eyes for what seems like a long time. She is so young. Who on Earth would want to harm such a sweet creature?
I ask her a succession of questions and nothing. She does not answer. She keeps looking at me, almost begging with her eyes for me not to ask anymore. I could insist, but I don't think she's going to answer me. Maybe I can get it out of her some other way. I guess being nice isn't going to help me here. Tactics change.
— Well, let's start over. - I run my hand between the strands of my topknot - Lie on the bed. I'm going to fuck you right now.
She looks at me questioningly. I shrug.
— Hey, I tried to talk, but you didn't give me any attention, so I want to do what I came to do.
She lies down, hesitant. I take off my clothes, make my way over her, sucking and kissing her body and stop to stare at her.
-Do you want to do this? — I want to fuck her, but deep down I hope she says no. I want to know what happened to her.
“Well, I don't have a choice. You want it, so I have to do it.
Not the answer I wanted to hear. I must continue my game, if it doesn't work out, at least it will guarantee me an orgasm. I kiss her running my hands over her delicious body. She stands still. I don't care, keep going.
So I start to take her breasts in my hands and massage them hard, roll her nipples in my fingers and take one of them in my mouth while holding the other captive to my fingers. Her skin tastes divine. If she doesn't ask me to stop, I won't be able to do that myself afterwards. She is too hot. However, I know that when I press her more, she will feel pain and ask me not to go any further.
I let some of my body weight fall on her and I feel her shiver, but contrary to what I thought, she doesn't complain. What a strong girl this is. She has made it clear that she doesn't want sex because she is afraid of feeling pain and yet she remains silent. I can penetrate her now and make her scream in pain, no doubt she will ask me to stop.
"I'm going to smack you hard and in one fell swoop." “Now I see a little fear in her eyes. I raise my eyebrows. “I could take it slow, but I don't think you're caring too much, are you. I say menacingly and she visibly swallows.
I put on a condom, positioning my pulsing cock in her pussy and start rubbing her very lightly over her clit. She closes her eyes, which until then were open and a little fearful. She's enjoying it. But I don't want her to like it, I want her to tell me to stop and tell me what happened to her.
I get on my knees and spread her legs, place a pillow under her ass to lift her off the bed, and watch her face magically change from pleasure to pain. She must have a painful wound in that area. But once again, she holds firm.
I keep waiting, but she doesn't give her arm to twist. I give up. I can't have sex with her when she's hurt. I like to be intense when I fuck and with her it won't be possible because I'll end up breaking her.
- Enough. - I say sitting on my heels - You're going to tell me right now what happened to you.
'Why do you care?' — she shoots — You paid for the program didn't you? I'm doing my part, why don't you do yours and get it over with?
What? For the second time she shocks me tonight. That she doesn't want this is nothing new, but she had the choice to just talk and she denied it. Now ask me to continue?
— Listen girl, I haven't paid for this program yet, I always pay when I go out, after coming, because that's the only way I can give a price to the pleasure I've received. I can see that you don't want this and still ask me to continue. Because?
“Because I need to please you. If I'm not “nice,” she says, making air quotes, “I'll be thrown out of here and I have nowhere to go.
She is very petulant. And she intrigues me.
“Well, like I told you, I haven't paid for this time with you yet, but I will when I leave, and since I'm the one paying, so I can do whatever I want with you. I look into his eyes as I speak. “You don't have to fuck me. We can just talk, I don't want to look at you and see you're in pain. It's not the image I like to record of a woman in my care.
She looks at me, looking incredulous at my words. We are silent for a while and then she breaks the silence.
“That's very kind of you, but I'm not going to tell you the story of my life just because you're being nice to me.
“And I don't even want you to tell me. I just want to know why you're hurting, because if you haven't noticed, it's your injuries that are keeping me from having a very pleasant time with you.
she blushes. Point for me. I hit my target. Surely now she must speak. Come on girl, tell me what happened. I wait for several minutes and she continues as if she has no tongue. I look at my watch and see that my time is running out. Damn it! I'll have to go out and leave her intact for someone else to eat her. Hell. This idea displeases me. I dislike it very much.
“Some guy hit me to rob me when I left the house a few days ago. she whispers.
She said! That's it? Just in time for her, but she decided to speak up.
"Was she beaten by a burglar?"
- Yea.
- Motherfucker. - I let go, closing my eyes tightly, unable to contain a growing anger - Why didn't you call the police or something?
“I didn't think it was necessary. What could they do?
- Arrest the guy, huh?
- Do not be deceived. The police don't care who lives on the streets.
She shuts up and I keep looking at her. Poor girl. How can someone hit a woman? How can anyone harm someone so sweet and delicate?
“One of the girls here saw me and helped me. — She continues, with her head down — She Said she knew a place where I could stay without having to pay anything and brought me. Rachel explained the conditions of my stay and I couldn't refuse.
'But do you want this?'
- I need to do this.
“I'm not asking what you have to do, but what you want to do.
“Well, it doesn't make much difference. - She shrugs - At the end of the day I don't have much choice.
— Why did you leave the house? She looks down and doesn't answer.
OK. I think I've crossed some line with her now.
“You know, I don't have time to fuck you anymore. I say with my mouth twisted in disgust. “I'm angry because I wanted to have the pleasure of doing this.
“It was your choice, but…thank you.
“You don't have to thank me. I was an idiot. I didn't fuck you because you have body aches, but another one will come after I leave and he'll do it for me.
She saddens. Surely another guy won't be as considerate of her. I don't even know why I'm having it. But maybe I can still do something about it.
- So it is. I have to fulfill my obligations to Rachel.
- What is your name? I find myself asking. What? But what the fuck am I doing? I'm never interested in the names of the women I fuck. Well, I haven't fucked her yet, but still.
Why am I doing this to her? First I refuse to have sex out of some kind of misplaced kindness and now I want to know her fucking name? Fuck this. I am getting crazy? I'm not interested in anything of the sort and now I find myself facing an intact virgin by choice and being interested in details as insignificant as a name? I must really be going crazy.
— Ellen.
- There is? As? She snaps me out of my daydreams.
“My name is Ellen. Thank you for respecting my limits. I don't think I could be good enough for you. “I hope Rachel doesn't send any other men to me tonight.
I'm not sure she wanted me to hear her last sentence, because right after that she shifts uncomfortably on the bed as she notices I hear her last whisper.
- What is your name? she asks looking down, certainly wanting to shift the focus of the conversation.
— Nicholas. I say and get up to put on my clothes. She follows me with her gaze. I know you appreciate it. Any girl her age already has the hots for a man like me.
She puts her shirt back on and this time she puts on shorts too, without panties. Hell. I'm aroused and I want so badly to feel my cock inside this girl, but I want it this way, still being tight and intact. I have to resolve this. I can't let another man play before me. Then it's fine, but not before. Definitely not.
After getting dressed completely I go to the door feeling his gaze on my back.
“It was a pleasure to meet you, Ellen. And don't worry, no man will come up here today or any other day until he's healed from his wounds. I am the owner of her virginity. — She blushes — I'll steal this from you and come back when you're ready for me.