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Story: Ache For Her
My heart beating like mad in my chest, I stared up at him. “Let go of me.”
It was muffled, but he understood it. “Not a chance,” he said, his eyes glowing.
“Please,” I said, tears threatening now. Half in shame, half in terror. How had he gotten up here? Was Gramps okay? What about Ronnie? This should never have happened. What happened to everyone?
“Oh,” he said, a mischievous glint to his eyes. “You’re the begging type.”
“No,” I said, shaking my head at his insinuation. I was Delilah Greene. I did not beg.
His stare worked its way down my body. It responded to him, almost vibrating as he took me in, though I wish it hadn’t. Of course, it did though. I’d just been picturing his thick cock driving into me over and over again until I was about to scream his name.
“How…?”
Simon grinned as he sat back on the bed, his hand still over my mouth. He was so strong, no wonder I’d gotten a glimpse of his muscles escaping his shirt. “This really isn’t your fault, Delilah,” he sing-songed. His voice wasn’t the deep tone that melted my knees from earlier, it was predatory, making my stomach turn over.
I eyed the door, but Simon only laughed.
“They won’t be coming up here.”
“What did you do?” I tried to scream, but it came out no louder than his own words. I tried to push him away again, but his strength was overpowering. I couldn’t even move him.
“Oh, they’re fine,” he said. “They just don’t even know I’m up here. I’m sneaky like that.” He took another long look at my body and then stretched himself out beside me.
Bile rose in my throat as my chest heaved. I could feel every inch of him holding me down. I’d gone from ready to explode in pleasure to the worst fear I’d ever felt. “Please leave me alone,” I said, his fingers muffling my words. “My grandfather. He’ll give you whatever you want. Just please, don’t hurt me.”
Trying to negotiate with him did the opposite of what I wanted. Instead of making Simon think, his smile pulled back wider. “I know. I’m counting on it, Delilah. Except, I think we’ll disagree on what I’ll ask for.”
I shook my head. “Whatever you want. I promise. He’ll do it.”
Simon’s lips tipped up in a smile that if it wasn’t at my expense, would’ve been a turn on.
The doorknob to the room rattled.
Simon sat back, and my eyes rounded.
“Delilah,” a man’s voice whispered.
At the same time I realized it was Ronnie, so did Simon. Except, he looked back at me with a glare. “Aww, I see. Fucking the help behind your grandfather’s back? What would poor Ronnie think about you pleasuring yourself with me in mind? Hmm?” With a hand still over my mouth, he moved his head lower and lower down my body, his heated breath caressing my skin. It simultaneously turned my stomach and made me wet. I glared at him as he poised himself between my legs, his hot breath caressing my center.
I wiggled on the bed.
A knock came on the door. “Lilah?” the voice said, a little louder this time.
“Maybe scream my name again?” Simon asked, winking. “That ought to give him an idea of what’s going on in here.”
His tongue darted out, expertly rolling over my clit. Fuck. Fuck. That felt amazing, but so wrong at the same time.
“Stay away from me!” I screamed. The sound came out muffled, but it must have been enough to alert Ronnie because he came bursting in the door.
Simon immediately rolled off me. I scurried away from him, my back hitting the headboard as Ronnie took in the situation. “Now, you’ve done it,” Simon said casually, sighing.
Ronnie went for the walkie talkie on his shoulder, but Simon darted forward. Before I even saw what happened, Ronnie fell to the floor in a heap. A scream worked its way up my throat, but before it could even get past my lips, Simon’s hand was on my mouth again.
I struggled against him, trying to see what had happened to Ronnie, but instead, I felt a prick. Almost immediately, my limbs felt like heavy bricks. I tried to talk and scream, but I couldn’t force anything to my lips. My eyelids started to droop.
He’d given me something. He pulled his hand away from my mouth and turned my head toward Ronnie. “That was your fault, Delilah.”
Through a foggy haze I saw the deep, red blood pooling around Ronnie’s head.
It was muffled, but he understood it. “Not a chance,” he said, his eyes glowing.
“Please,” I said, tears threatening now. Half in shame, half in terror. How had he gotten up here? Was Gramps okay? What about Ronnie? This should never have happened. What happened to everyone?
“Oh,” he said, a mischievous glint to his eyes. “You’re the begging type.”
“No,” I said, shaking my head at his insinuation. I was Delilah Greene. I did not beg.
His stare worked its way down my body. It responded to him, almost vibrating as he took me in, though I wish it hadn’t. Of course, it did though. I’d just been picturing his thick cock driving into me over and over again until I was about to scream his name.
“How…?”
Simon grinned as he sat back on the bed, his hand still over my mouth. He was so strong, no wonder I’d gotten a glimpse of his muscles escaping his shirt. “This really isn’t your fault, Delilah,” he sing-songed. His voice wasn’t the deep tone that melted my knees from earlier, it was predatory, making my stomach turn over.
I eyed the door, but Simon only laughed.
“They won’t be coming up here.”
“What did you do?” I tried to scream, but it came out no louder than his own words. I tried to push him away again, but his strength was overpowering. I couldn’t even move him.
“Oh, they’re fine,” he said. “They just don’t even know I’m up here. I’m sneaky like that.” He took another long look at my body and then stretched himself out beside me.
Bile rose in my throat as my chest heaved. I could feel every inch of him holding me down. I’d gone from ready to explode in pleasure to the worst fear I’d ever felt. “Please leave me alone,” I said, his fingers muffling my words. “My grandfather. He’ll give you whatever you want. Just please, don’t hurt me.”
Trying to negotiate with him did the opposite of what I wanted. Instead of making Simon think, his smile pulled back wider. “I know. I’m counting on it, Delilah. Except, I think we’ll disagree on what I’ll ask for.”
I shook my head. “Whatever you want. I promise. He’ll do it.”
Simon’s lips tipped up in a smile that if it wasn’t at my expense, would’ve been a turn on.
The doorknob to the room rattled.
Simon sat back, and my eyes rounded.
“Delilah,” a man’s voice whispered.
At the same time I realized it was Ronnie, so did Simon. Except, he looked back at me with a glare. “Aww, I see. Fucking the help behind your grandfather’s back? What would poor Ronnie think about you pleasuring yourself with me in mind? Hmm?” With a hand still over my mouth, he moved his head lower and lower down my body, his heated breath caressing my skin. It simultaneously turned my stomach and made me wet. I glared at him as he poised himself between my legs, his hot breath caressing my center.
I wiggled on the bed.
A knock came on the door. “Lilah?” the voice said, a little louder this time.
“Maybe scream my name again?” Simon asked, winking. “That ought to give him an idea of what’s going on in here.”
His tongue darted out, expertly rolling over my clit. Fuck. Fuck. That felt amazing, but so wrong at the same time.
“Stay away from me!” I screamed. The sound came out muffled, but it must have been enough to alert Ronnie because he came bursting in the door.
Simon immediately rolled off me. I scurried away from him, my back hitting the headboard as Ronnie took in the situation. “Now, you’ve done it,” Simon said casually, sighing.
Ronnie went for the walkie talkie on his shoulder, but Simon darted forward. Before I even saw what happened, Ronnie fell to the floor in a heap. A scream worked its way up my throat, but before it could even get past my lips, Simon’s hand was on my mouth again.
I struggled against him, trying to see what had happened to Ronnie, but instead, I felt a prick. Almost immediately, my limbs felt like heavy bricks. I tried to talk and scream, but I couldn’t force anything to my lips. My eyelids started to droop.
He’d given me something. He pulled his hand away from my mouth and turned my head toward Ronnie. “That was your fault, Delilah.”
Through a foggy haze I saw the deep, red blood pooling around Ronnie’s head.