Enlighten Me (StemxStudxStud)

16

Taylor's Point of View~

She struck me across the face. The slap still stung as Daddy put her big dick into me. It was soft and hard in all the right places and my pussy was so wet. She hadn't said anything; my moans filled the air. I liked quiet sex.

She didn't make me hold my cum in, because it felt so good that I held it in on my own accord. My pussy sucked up the good nine inches she was delivering me, free of charge. I was still on my back and it hurt so much, but the pain was as bittersweet as her nails digging into my skin. She was getting off on watching me suffer in the grasp of her hopeless hands.

She drooled while I clutched on the bed. I occasionally eyeballed my laptop, hoping it didn't fall off the bed.

"How much longer?" I asked, gasping.

I hated fast sex with a passion, but I also loved all of the emotions and physical touch I had to process quickly. "Get on your back!" she ordered. I moaned, but halfway through she tried to flip me over aggressively. "I said get on your back."

I tried to stop her from flipping me over, sending her a daunting smile over my shoulder, "Make me." She pulled me by the hair backwards and gripped my hip as hard as she apparently could. Her nails dug into my skin. "Ima make you," she growled in my ear. "Make me," I repeated faintly. I liked the aggressiveness. "Abuse me. Make this body yours, daddy."

"Punch me," I whispered softly.

"What?" she asked. "I don't wanna hurt you in that way, Taylor."

"Punch me. Cut me. Stab me. This body is yours."

Brillari turned my face around towards hers. She stared into my eyes for a moment, as if to ask me if I were sure. I saw something change in her eyes.

She gripped my throat hard, making the back of my head press against her chest. "You say this is my body? I think ours should go through some of the same experiences then."

I let out one breath and the next was taken. Daddy had released the hold she had over my throat but now my face was buried in the sheets. I was letting out little gasps as her dick went into my ass. "Shit," I screamed.

"Bet not. These sheets expensive," Brill said from behind me. Her nails dug into my skin, and my stretch marks felt like mere handles for her hands. Her spit dripped down my back from her open mouth as she pounded my back, her breath heavy and her gasps loud.

"This is my body."

"Yes," I mumbled into the sheets.

I was growing dizzy with the smell of her detergent and my ribs hurt from the position I was in. "Go get the knife," I told her.

She pulled me up by my hair and my sore back ached. She had my head back and looked down at me. "I didn't hear you. What did you say?"

"Go get the knife Dad-dy," I said in an almost taunting way. She let go of my head and pushed me on my back. I cried out in pain and she revealed a knife she had apparently already possessed. She threw it up in the air and caught it, then licked her lips at me.

"You know. I always keep this knife for protection, but I can get a new one. I think I like fucking you. You let me release the evil part of me," she admitted sheepishly. "I get to do what I like, and you obey me." I started to object and she pressed her hands to my mouth. "You let me unleash feelings that I've buried deep down into myself for fear I'd damage a person."

"I'm...glad?" I said unsurely, my breath still fast as I looked up at her with a knife in her hand. "I've been through so much," she said numbly. She let the knife rest on one of my aching knees. "Sometimes I just want to make someone hurt as bad as I do. And now you've presented me with the perfect opportunity."

"Brillari, this is just sex. I don't want you to actually hurt me," I cut in. Who was I really dealing with?

"But...if I cut into your skin," she said inspecting the knife, "it won't hurt that bad if I distract you with my strap."

"Brillari, I don't really like this."

"Shhh," she cupped my hot face, "this is a stress reliever. You want me to feel better, right? I'm going through a lot right now in life." I started to sit up, but Brill slammed me back down. "I'm not done yet, Detective."

"Brillari. Stop."

"Make me," Brill sickly teased.

Her breath rained down on my face and I realized that whatever she had drank earlier was probably kicking in now. "Brillari, let's just..stop and take a water break okay?"

"You can..." Brillari fell backwards, and I grabbed the knife out of her hand. My laptop finally tipped over and crashed to the floor. Brillari was passed out. I pulled her legs from underneath her but grabbed all of my stuff and sat it in the living room. I got dressed quickly and left without another word.

I ignored the last remnants of sex in my mind and drove back home. I wanted to relax and just think about other things right now. Not even Brillari's case. I was tired. The sex had been good up until that part. Brillari was a big girl though, she could take care of herself when she woke up.

After I had soaked in my tub at home, I gently laid in bed with my eyes open until sleep took over my sore body.

When I woke up, my phone was going off. I realized it had just been an alarm but last night ran back through my head. I hope Brillari was okay, but I also wished that I was never around her again while she was drunk.

I sat up stiffly and got ready for my day. I needed to make more progress with this case so that I could rearrange my feelings for Brillari. Everything was just too complicated right now.

I left the house differently today. I was girly and I was going to get my hair done. As I walked out, I saw a red and white Camero roll past slowly. A second too late, I realized who it was. "Taylor!" Brillari called out from the driver's side. I ignored her, carefully getting into my car.

I heard a door close and realized that Brillari had gotten out of Roze's car. I hurriedly slammed my door and cut on the car. She yanked open my door before I could lock it and pulled me out by my arm. "Brill, what da hell?" I shrieked. Was she still drunk? What the fuck was wrong with her?

"I wanted to apologize for last night," she told me. She started to pull something out of her pocket but I yanked my arm away from her. I screamed out in agony. "Oh my gosh, don't move," she told me. My arm was out of it's socket. "Brillari, do you want me dead or some shit?" I screamed.

She cradled my arm and held my body as she walked me to her Camero. I cried as I held it. The pain kept shooting up and down my arm along with a dull ache that was around my shoulder blade. The rest of my body seemed cold compared to the area hurt and I shivered with pain.

Brillari had went back and locked my car and she was coming back to get into the driver's side. "I'm driving you to the hospital."

"Was this your plan all along? Get me hurt and vulnerable then kill me or some shit," I demanded. "Taylor no! I was drunk, I'm sorry. It won't happen again. And I'm not a murderer."

"Last night you seemed capable of anything and you don't have to tell me twice," I murmured.

"I'm sorry," she apologized again. "I know," I glared. She put a hospital name into the GPS as we left my house. "Ahhhh!" I cried out, tears rolling coldly down my face. Brill looked over at me with genuine concern but that only pissed me off even more.

"You got some problems or sumin? Abuse me Daddy. Punch me daddy," she mimicked me.

"You think right now is the best time to have this discussion?" I screeched.

"I mean...I was trying to distract you from the pain but I'll be quiet," she murmured. She looked left to make a turn, then smoothly ran the curb. "Gosh darn it, Brillari!" I screamed.

"Ni- Gosh darn it? What is this, the country?" she bust out laughing. I tried to laugh but everything was so sore. "Are we almost there?"

My voice was dry and cracked with use. I held my arm, "Brillari, damn you."

"I'm sorry."