Chapter Twenty-Seven:

Angela’s POV

I got out of bed feeling light-headed. That’s weird. Did I take too many pills last night? God, this is trippy. Everything is different than it should be. All the colors are more intense and I’m not hurting anymore. I feel fine, better than fine. I looked down and held my arms out in front of me – my cast is gone. What? I opened my bedroom door and ended up in the hallway of Eric’s house.

What the fuck is going on?

“Angel, you’re awake.” Eric beamed. He leaned in and kissed me. I just stood there and let him. I can’t stop him. I feel like I’m just a puppet and someone else is controlling me. “I’ve got a surprise for you.” He whispered, his tongue running from my collar bone to my ear. I shuddered. I feel… aroused. I never feel this way with him.

Everything is backwards. Why can’t I stop myself? I followed him to his room and saw fuzzy handcuffs on his bed along with a weird looking, pearl necklace. He just kept grinning. He looks like the Cheshire cat. I feel like I’m missing something.

“Sit down.” He told me. I did just what he asked. I sat down on his bed. “Open your legs.” He commanded, softly. I did so, as if I had no will of my own. He tugged my panties off of me and just gazed at me for a moment. “You’re so beautiful.” He murmured, cupping my core. He moaned. “You’re so wet for me. You know how much Daddy likes it when you behave.” He winked. “Lay down, Angel.” He told me. I fell backwards, spread eagle.

I’m like a giant contradiction trapped in one body. Everything inside of me is screaming against him, trying to revolt, but on the other hand… My body is completely compliant and is responding in a way that I’ve only ever felt for Matt. I wanna cry or scream or something – anything. I can’t move.

Eric busied himself, cuffing me to the bed. He only cuffed one hand. That’s new. Normally he has me as tied up as possible.

“We’re trying something new tonight, baby doll.”He whispered, his breath warm on my ear. It sent shivers down my spine and into my groin. I can’t even close my eyes. He brought his hand to my pussy and stroked my clit, lazily. My hips jerked against his touch. He smiled. “You like that?” He asked. My head moved on its own accord. “Let me hear how much you like it.” He suggested. He put a finger inside of me and started to flicking my G spot. I made sounds I didn’t even know I could make.

He didn’t stop. He kept going until I climaxed. Then, he started with his mouth. It started to blur together after awhile. This feels like a twisted, erotic nightmare that I’m trapped in.

He moved me onto my stomach before I realized what he was doing. He squirted something warm onto my back. My breathing went into overdrive. It seems to be the only thing that I can control. His hands were moving on my back, hell-bent on massaging every kink and knot. I groaned. God, something so… fucked up, shouldn’t feel so good. I hate my body for loving this.

His hands moved lower. He cupped my ass before rubbing that, too. He added more oil or whatever he was using and put a finger inside of my backside. I cried out in pain. No warning, no nothing. At least that is something I would expect. Finally, something normal.

He started pumping his finger in and out before adding another. Tears streamed down my cheeks. Why is he doing this? This is something we’ve never done. It’s something he’s never even hinted at wanting to try. I’m at a loss.

“I’m sorry, Angel. It’ll only hurt for a minute. I promise you, it’ll feel good. I’ll teach you how to orgasm through anal penetration.” He promised. With that, I swear, my heart stopped. No. No. NO! I screamed as loudly as I could in my head. I can’t make a sound or resist. What did I do to deserve this? I knew staying with Matt would be playing with fire. Maybe I’d be better off. There’s no way I can keep doing this. I just want this to stop.

He pulled the necklace out from underneath me and switched it on. I didn’t even realize it had any buttons. It started vibrating. With that, I knew exactly what they were – anal beads.

He removed his fingers and started putting it inside of me, little by little. I couldn’t even flinch. His breathing grew heavier. I can tell it’s turning him on. He finally gets to get his freak on with a willing participant.

I feel uncomfortably full. He started tugging on it, lightly, not enough to pull it out, but enough to where I could feel it and it started to feel better. He knows what he’s doing and that doesn’t make me feeling better in the slightest.

“Are you ready for them to come out?” He asked me, his voice ragged.

“Yes,” I whispered. He pulled out, quick enough for it to burn.

“God, you’re sexy. I haven’t done a thing in my life to deserve you.” He growled. I could feel him prop himself up enough to position his manhood outside of the only place in my body that still has virginity still intact. He shoved himself inside. I yelped. This time it was vocal. “I’m sorry, Angel. It’ll stop hurting soon. God, you feel so good. I’m so glad you’re mine.” He thrusted. My eyes almost crossed. Whatever he hit felt unnaturally good. It still hurts, but it’s not all pain. “Say it. Tell me you’re mine.” He grunted, thrusting into me. I wanna die.

“I’m yours.” I gasped. I just died a little inside.

“Say my name.”

“Eric.”

“Who’s your daddy?”

“You are.”

“How does it feel?” He asked, hitting that spot again. I moaned. He moved his hand to my clit and started rubbing in circles.

“Good.” I gasped.

“Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours.” He kept hitting the spot. Oh, God. I can’t last much longer of this.

“Again.”

“I’m yours.” I told him.

“Again!” He yelled, leaning down and biting my back. I yelped. He’s pumping in and out of me with reckless abandon, now. I’m seeing stars.

“Yours.”

“Only mine!”

“I’m only yours!” I screamed as I started to spiral through my release. I came so violently, I took Eric with me. I can feel him pulsing inside of me. He grunted.

“Fuck, Angela.” He growled. I lay underneath him, still spasming. He pulled out of me and turned me over. “Why couldn’t you give into me before? Isn’t this so much better than fighting me? Don’t you see how good this could be for you? Don’t you want this?” He asked me. His bedroom door opened, Matt walked inside, shirtless. “I told you that you could keep your friend if you cooperated. It’s his turn.” He grinned. Matt took off his pants and walked over to the bed, sliding a hand on my thigh.

“You know I’m just using you until I can find someone better – right? I mean, why would I want a whore? You’re damaged goods, at best. I couldn’t ever love you.” He smirked. It feels like someone just ripped my heart out and set it on fire before shoving it down a garbage disposal. This isn’t real. This can’t be real. It’s all too much.

“Angela! Wake up! Wake up!” Why am I shaking? Why am I…? My eyes fluttered open. Jace? I flinched away from him. Where am I? What just happened? “You were having a nightmare.” He told me, touching my forehead. “God, Angela, you’re burning up. Are you okay?” He asked. I shook my head.

“If felt so real, Jace. I can’t. I can’t do it anymore. I can’t deal with being afraid all the time. I can’t stay with Matt knowing Eric might hurt him. I don’t have it in me. I can’t, Jace. I’m so scared.” I sobbed. The tears came rushing down. He sat down and pulled me into his lap. Tears soaked through his shirt. I can’t stop. “You don’t know what it’s like. When it’s not physical, or just physical, it’s psychological. It’s so… draining. I don’t feel like myself.” I told him.

“Gel, if you don’t want to go back to him, don’t. You can stay here.” He promised me.

“I need something permanent.”

“Jared and my mom are working on it.”

Notes

So, looks like I may be pulling an all-nighter, so I might get another chapter up sometime in the next couple hours.

Out of curiosity, is anyone else having problems with their story ratings not going up with they should be? Mine has been the same for a couple weeks. Weird, right? Anywho, stay awesome.