I'm Not Afraid Anymore

Chapter 1

Every night he uses me. But for fucking god, he's so good at it.

I woke up this morning hard. I didn't find myself moaning or squirming, so I took a quick cold shower and went downstairs. He sat at the table with his coffee in his hand and a pencil in the other. His laptop was open in front of him as well as a few papers and erasers.

I swallowed hard and walked past him. He didn't even glance as I took a cup from the ledge and started the kettle.

"Morning." I heard from him.

"Morning~" I replied back.

"How'd you sleep?" he asked, glancing at me. I shrugged.

"Okay I guess." I said, putting sugar and a tea bag in my cup before sitting on the right of him.

He looked at me and cocked an eyebrow.

"Okay you guess?" He asked. With a nod I made him drop the subject.

"When did you get up?" I asked.

He sighed softly and put the pencil down; taking a drink from his coffee, he shrugged.

"Around 8 or 9?" He said softly. I nodded. I caught myself staring at his features. God he's attractive.

Kind and sweet. Caring and loving on school grounds as well as at home. But as soon as night falls... Hard, dangerous, no... Vicious.... His thrusts are non-stop and are always so intense.

I crossed my leg over my knee and looked at the kettle.

"What are your plans for today?" He asked, looking at me. I looked at him and shrugged.

"Probably some studying myself. I might go out though, we're running low on a few things."

"Could I come? I'll be a helping hand." he said softly. I smiled and rolled my eyes.

"Yeah yeah~ Sure~" I said, as the kettle went off. He smiled happily before going back to what he was doing.

I made my tea and sat down beside him. I drank my tea as he studied, or should I say worked? I didn't want the day to go by, because I knew what was later, but my insides craved it.

It's gotten bad. To a point where I hurt so much, but to a point where I crave his dick. I need to get away somehow, I know I do, but I don't feel the need to.