HEALING THE SCARS

CHAPTER 52

PENELOPE

"Let's go to the kitchen," I whisper to him as I get up. We silently walk to the kitchen, and as we get in, he pulls me to him, carries me, and puts me on the counter. I hastily pull down his sweatpants, and even from his boxers, I can feel his dick hard and ready. He pulls them down, releasing his hard dick from them. It is a bit dark in the kitchen because the lights are off, but I can see him from the light that comes through the windows. He pulls my dress off, and I am naked. He kisses me roughly as I struggle to pull off his shirt. He helps me by pulling it off. Then he brings his lips back to mine and kisses me. I gently stroke his dick. He positions himself between my legs and eases me to the edge of the counter I am seated on.

"Are you sure you want this?" he whispers as he kisses my neck.

"I want you, Dylan. Please," I say with urgency in my voice. He brings his hand to my mouth.

"Spit," he says.

"On your hand?" I ask, surprised at what he asks.

"Yes," he adds, staring deeply into my eyes. Then, I spit on his hand, and he slides it on my pussy, gently parting me and positioning himself at my entrance. He then strokes his dick before slightly tapping himself at my entrance. I let out a moan, and he kisses me softly as he enters me. He is slow and sensual. He pulls me even closer as he pushes into me, slowly, pausing to look me in the eye and kiss me.

I can feel every rhythm, every single stroke, the sensuality, and at the same time, I can feel the wine in my head. And maybe I should blame it on the wine, or maybe it is just me, what I feel.

"Go faster," I say. I don't want him to take it slow on me, I don't want to, I can't, right? This isn't who he is, he isn't a soft man! Why then is he pretending to be all soft and intimate? I take his hand to my neck, and he holds me. He doesn't really choke me to the extent that I think he will, so I bring my hand to his and make him tighten his grip. I then look into his eyes as he fucks me. He is still hesitant, and I really need him to go harder than that. I know he is capable of it.

"Harder Dylan," I say as I moan out of pleasure. He carries me off the counter and turns me to bend over on it, and then he takes me from behind. It sort of feels as if he doesn't want to see my face. And then he goes rough. He roughly pulls my hair back and chokes me with one hand till I can't breathe at all. Then he pulls his hand away and spanks my ass. The pain stings through my body, and he continues thrusting into me. Then he lets go of my hair, and with his other hand, he rubs my clit, making me weak on my knees. A few moments later, I can't take it anymore. I feel my release coming. When I get my orgasm, it is strong, and my legs almost give up on me, were it not for the hold Dylan has on me.

"I love you," I whisper. When I realize what I have said, I instantly regret it. Maybe it is the alcohol in me. Dylan pretends that he doesn't hear me, and a minute after I have my orgasm, he thrusts into me harder than before, and then I feel him cum in me. Every last drop. He lays his head on my bent back, and we stay in silence. He then kisses the back of my head and pulls out of me.

He then picks my dress for me, pulls it over my head, and helps me get dressed. As he pulls it down, he pauses and traces a line on my lower abdomen where my scar is.

"I regret everything that happened in the past. I wish I could take everything back. I wish I could just start over and take away all the pain I caused you. But I know I can't. And I can see it in your eyes, in your body language. The way you want me to treat you roughly. I can see it all. And I know you are hurting, I know Penelope. And if you can let me..." he says, but I interrupt him.

"Stop it, Dylan," I say as I watch him put his clothes on. "It's not that serious. And I'm not hurting. Okay? Can we drink another glass of wine, please?" I say, and I try walking past him. I almost fall because I am too tipsy, but he holds me up.