How does the saying go again? An enemy of my enemy is also a friend. You could say the Oscars and the Tangs have an interesting history, but what's more interesting is how one simple mistake could lead to bigger consequences. Zinizi only wanted to p...
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Last night was a blur. I couldn't sleep; yet I didn't dare open my eyes. He held me close to him as if we were lovers seeking comfort in each other's arms. The thought of him touching me made me feel sick to my stomach. My alarm rang loudly in the room; causing him to stir awake. His limp penis soft but nonetheless resting between my folds. Once I finally opened my eyes; he was already staring at me. "Get off of me!" I demanded pushing his chest. No matter how many times I pushed him; he just wouldn't move.
"Zinzi!" I flinched when he caressed my cheek. "Sorry for last night, I shouldn't have taken my anger out on you." Was that his excuse? Because he was angry? I averted my eyes away from his. I didn't want to see him. I felt weak and just plain disgusting. We didn't have a connection, we didn't even have a relationship. There was nothing there that would cause me to lay down with the devil. I desperately wanted to detach myself away from him. "Relax." He says smoothly.
"Get off of me." This time I was more aggressive than before. Yesterday kept playing in my head. How he treated me to how he forced himself on me. "You're not sorry." I whisper to myself. "I want to forget what you did to me. I want to forget you." Itirit held me close and kissed me while I began to cry. I could barely sleep with his weight on me. I was drained. "You got what you wanted so now you can leave me alone."
"Let me make it up to you." I could feel his dick start to harden. "I know you won't forgive me or my actions now, but let me prove to you that I am not a monster. I felt horrified as he started to kiss and suck on my neck lightly. I began to resist him; I just didn't want this to happen again. I didn't want him to think he could use my body as he pleased.
"No! I don't want this. Please stop!" Itirit stared at me darkly. He rubbed his fingers up and down my body. I shivered "Stop!" I cry out weakly. "Just stop" He found my sweet spot; his sensual touches linger around my nipples; rolling my buds around his fingers. I groan loudly. I didn't want this. No matter what he did or how he tried to make me feel I knew this was wrong. The more he worked my body; the more I started to cry. He grabbed my face and pressed his lips onto mine. His eyes widen in shock as I bite down hard on his lips. He ignores the pain that I inflicted and starts to moan into my mouth as he melts into this one-sided kiss. I pull away weakly; trying to gather my strength to fight. Itirit pushes his dick halfway in my pussy and pulls back out giving me a short smooth stroke. I go limp.
"Look at me!" Itirit pulls all the way out. "I am sorry! I shouldn't have done that to you, but I am going to make it up." He whispers in my ear. He gets off me completely and I sat up quickly and run into my bathroom. I peed, washed my hands, and went right to the shower; turning on the warm water. Stepping in the shower; the water caressed me effortlessly; I felt like I was cleaning everything off of me; more like scraping Itirit off of me. The mistakes I made with him just seemed to go into the drain. I closed my eyes as the water massages my scalp, and danced down my hair. I closed my eyes enjoying the sensation. My tears however reminded me of what happened and I began to sob loudly. This was my fault; how could I just ignore all the signs? He was a monster and I allowed myself to become his victim. Moving to this country really was a mistake. Even now I feel conflicted on if I should leave or stay. I am so close to obtaining one from my family's company.
