Insatiable Habits

A Few Things Straight

💋Cecily💋

I cried as soon as he locked himself away in the bathroom, I just couldn't control it even though I knew it was at the risk of setting him off. I want to go home so badly, but not to Teseo's house; home to my dorm where I could escape this whole mess I'd willingly gotten myself into.

I can hardly believe that I just let him fuck me in the ass, what the hell is wrong with me? Why did I want that? why did I even let him touch me? God, because it felt amazing, every time he touches me, it's an uncontrollable burning desire to let him have every bit of me and I crumble to his every whim, he knows that which is why he takes then freaks out from the slightest touch, what the fuck is wrong with him that he cannot be touched? He touches me whenever he wants to, fucking asshole!

I cried some more, because it hurt and because it felt good, after I just forced myself to relax, it felt really ridiculously good.

I'm going to hell, yep and I must be just as psychotic as he is to have enjoyed being fucked like that, smashed roughly into a mattress. But if that felt incredible, what did love making feel like? Obviously there was absolutely no love involved here, this was straight up fucking.

I whimpered little sobs of embarrassment and humiliation, I had saved myself for love but so willingly threw it all away in any intimate moment with him, I was naïve to have thought that maybe, he would be a little kinder afterwards, perhaps he would have been if I hadn't tried to touch him.

Fuck! I took one deep breath and closed my eyes as the bathroom door opened, halting any and all crying I had been doing while mentally scolding myself, I had been too mindless to even put my damn underwear back on.

As if he cared anything about my comfort or disturbing me, he quietly collected his frenum bar, boxers and sweats, taking ahold of himself to slide the piercing back into place before he pulled his clothing on, gently getting into the bed beside me. But of course, as far away as possible.

"We need to get a few things straight, alright?" He commanded my attention, his voice was so harsh, throaty with pure exhaustion now.

"Okay..." I whispered, simply acknowledging that I was awake and listening.

"I do not have woman in bed with me, this is an exception, don't expect it."

I swallowed the dry lump in my throat, feeling the pain of denial all over again "I didn't-"

"I'm talking!" He cut in with a warning tone. "And you did, you expected something more." He corrected me, and he was right. I expected some sibilance of care.

"When and if I ever want you to touch me, I will tell you to do so." He let out one of the most disgruntled sighs I had ever heard. "Stop trying to fucking touch me, yeah?" He turned from his back to his side so he could look at me dead in the eyes, a glare of seriousness across his murderously handsome face.

"Yes, sir...I'm so-rry" my voice broke, his tone was so harsh, the words he spoke hurt and despite it all I still wanted to be by him, patiently waiting for the next time he decided to defile me for his own pleasure.

He groaned and threw himself back over onto his back. "Don't cry again, I cannot stand it!!" He turned back over towards me, which scared me because I thought for a moment he would smack me for sniffling. "Why do you cry every time?" I didn't think he actually wanted an answer until he 'hummed' with impatience.

"Answer me!" He demanded, causing me to jump in my spot.

"It's all new to me, and you act like you don't like it or I repulse you!" I surprised myself with my honesty, yet also scared myself because it might just make him mad.

He chuckled lowly. "I DO like it, but you do repulse me..." he said dryly, sending another wave of hurt and humiliation over me. "By the time our acquaintance is through, nothing will be new, there is no point in crying over it."

I wanted to cry no matter how useless it was, or how pissed off it would make him so I turned over as fast as I could to face the window, so he couldn't see me. "I'm going to sleep..." I announced, I had gotten the picture. I'm suppose to allow him to do whatever he wants to me but must expect nothing in return, other then a good orgasm or two.

"Finally, some peace and quiet." He grumbled and I felt him roll over as well, away from me. I wanted to turn over and slap and kick him, then demand he treat me better but I knew it would only end with me being the one slapped and humbled into submission so I just laid there until I was too tired to stay awake.

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