Moments later we're in the bathtub , my sore legs spread on his lap , staring at each other with awe as he rubs the inside of my thighs. "Shit that hurts." He smirks devilishly at me and I playfully hit him on the chest. "You're going to have to carry me all around the house."
"The hell if I will. It was your punishment." I whine in protest and wrap my arms around my neck which makes him cup my butt in return. "I'm still not doing it love." He says , licking my neck. "Well just rub my thighs." He runs his hand through my thick hair and slightly jerks my head back. "What did I say about orders ?" His eyes darken. He's such a sex machine.
And I absolutely love it.
"So Alexsa , I'm curious. You had sex with Jason the second month into your relationship ?" Why the fuck is he bringing this up. He notices my discomfort. "I'm sorry love , I shouldn't-"
"No Michael." I cut him off. "I'll tell you. Yes I had sex with him two months in ? Why ? Because he basically told me how sexually deprived he was. I didn't want to; I wanted to take things slow because I wanted our relationship to last. I kept telling him how much I didn't want to and he wanted to anyway. So he took me upstairs and ..." I pause , not knowing if I can go on. "Alexsa you don't have to continue if you don't want to." But I continue anyway. "Of course the pussy was going to tell you it was consensual. The maniac took me upstairs into his room after rejecting and held me captive until I took my clothes off. Babe , he forced me to have sex. He held me to the bed and forced it inside of me. And the entire time I was thinking about how this could've been avoided if I just said 'yes'."
"He raped you ?" He asked me. "Basically." He narrows his eyes and tilts his head. "Why did you stay with him ?" I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know. I loved him ? I'll never forget the dismay in my mother's eyes , my sweet mother. She called me a puta estupida , a stupid whore."
"Alexsa, that's eno-"
"She called me easy , she said I'll never know the right way of love. But I thought I did. I thought that was love. Man ," I stop to laugh. "I was desperate. But after we broke up , she found out he raped me. She apologized endlessly and hugged and kissed me; she kept blaming herself and begged me to forgive her." Michael looks at me with a pained expression. "That was the picture he sent you. The picture was him raping me. His hands pinning my wrists to the bed , forced pleasure written across my face."
"... Were you a virgin ?" He asks me. I nod. "Yes. I was 21. You don't see those around much. He stole my virginity , claimed me as a whore and I ..." I stop , I begin to seethe. "And I still loved him." At this point I'm almost seeing red. The endless disrespect I received from him and all I wanted to do was love him. "Are you okay ?" He pulls me closer as some sort of warning to stay calm. I pull back to say something else.
"And that's why I was so distraught when you actually believed I was a whore. Because everyone did too. I've submitted to you completely. I would never do what everyone thought I did. And it broke my heart when you thought I did too." That causes me to bitterly laugh and fall back into his arms. "I'm sorry that happened to you my beautiful angel. I love you baby. Understand ? I love you."
"I love you too , you sexy idiot." I smirk between my crying and laughing. I feel his smirk on my neck. He pulls me by my hair to look in his gorgeous eyes.
"Do you want a repeat ?" I smile in return , not knowing how to answer. "You don't know ? Remember kitten , you have no idea of what I'm fully capable of." He says , letting go of my hair. "I don't want to have you disabled for weeks." The though of not walking right somehow turns me on. Is he actually capable of that ? "You're lucky I can't decide. Can you rub my legs for me , Sir ? Please ? They hurt like hell."
"I wonder why." He says innocently , rubbing the inside of my thighs once more. "... Dummy." I murmur to myself. "What's that ? A repeat ? Sure." He says , pretending to stand up before I ineffectively put all of my weight on him. "Please Sir ... I'm sorry. I can't take anymore." I plead with a sparkle in my eye. "Oh kitten , you're lucky I'm head over heels for you." He says before kissing me. We wash each other in the shower to return to the bedroom with me in his arms since my legs are still wobbly. "No clothes." He says. "I want to feel each inch of your soft skin."
"Yes." He turns around and narrows his eyes. "Yes what ?" I smirk. "Yes Sir." He walks over to me as I moisturize my skin. "Good girl." He says , pulling me up and kissing my neck. Moments later we're in bed baked , staring lovingly into each other's eyes.
"Yes ?" I respond.
"I love you." He says before pulling me closer by my exposed bottom. "I won't let anyone hurt you." I sniffle. "And I still feel so dirty." He looks at me. "Baby , you're not dirty. You had your precious treasure taken from you; you can't control that. You're beautiful , feisty , admiring , inspirational ... just perfect." He says to me and smiles , showing his pearly white teeth. I giggle like a schoolgirl and kiss his perfect lips. "Goodnight my love." He says , pulling me closer once more.
"Goodnight papi." I respond with. "I'm too tired to react , I'll deal you in the morning." That was the last thing he said before we both fall asleep.
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