The Voice - Part Fourteen

(warning: contains non-consensual sex)

The arms around her waist moved, his hands slid heavily over her body, up the sides of her torso. They cupped her breasts, and she heard him groan, as if he had run a long, long race, and had reached the finish line.

"I'm not Sonia," she whispered, scared.

"Yes. Yes you are. You're my Sonia." His hands kneaded her breasts through her shirt, roughly, almost painfully. "Don't tell me lies. Don't."

"I'm not really...Sonia. That's not my name. Not really."

"Shut up. Shut up!" he moaned and pressed his face into the crook of her neck. "Don't spoil it."

Jillian stared at the wall in front of her while he groped her. "I'm not Sonia," she said evenly. "That's just a work name. My name is Jillian, and I don't know what you want from me, but you're not going to get it."

She heard his breathing become ragged and felt the tension in his hands. Roughly, he tore at her shirt and the buttons gave, spraying out and pattering against the wall and onto the carpet. His hand felt cold against her skin as he covered her breast.

His head moved. He brought his mouth up to her ear. "You bitch," he hissed. "You lied to me."

"I..." she began.

He wrenched her whole body sideways and pushed her, face first, onto the bed. His weight pressed down on her and she felt his hands, scrabbling between them, undoing his trousers. "You bitch," he repeated. "You made me love you and then you lied."

Jillian heard the thin fabric of her skirt rip as he tugged it upwards, violently. And she yelped as his knees bruised her thighs, forcing them apart. "Please... Oh, God."

"You said you wanted it," he panted, tugging the crotch of her knickers aside. The elastic at the hip ripped. "You said you dreamed of it. Well...."

Jillian closed her eyes tight and balled up her fists beneath her chest. She didn't know any prayers, she didn't believe in God, but at that moment, with all her heart, she wished she did. He tried to enter he and failed, until he'd wrenched her thighs even further apart.

"Now you're going to get exactly what you asked for, you heartless tart." And with one hard thrust, he tore into her.

The first thrust was excruciating. Jillian screamed. She was sure he'd done her some awful damage. Instead of carrying on, he just lay there, buried inside her. Unable to move, or fight, or do anything else, she began to sob.

And to her very great shock, so did he. There was something terrifying - surreal and insane - about being raped by a man who was crying. But that was exactly what was happening.

Jillian sniffed. "You...you hurt me," she whimpered.

"You hurt me, too."

"I didn't mean to. I'm sorry. I only..."

She felt him lift a little of his weight off her. Despite everything, she could still feel his cock, throbbing inside her.

He moved tentatively, withdrawing partway and groaned. "It doesn't matter now. It's done." He smoothed the tears off her cheek and kissed it. Then he began to fuck her.

After a few thrusts, it didn't really hurt; he wasn't rough like he'd been the first time. Jillian lay still and listened to his breathing come in stuttered bursts. Pressing his lips to the back of her neck, he kept repeating the name of the woman he thought she was with every push of his hips.

"Am I," he grunted. "I am too small?"

Stunned, it took Jillian a moment to grasp what he was asking.

"Am I?' he repeated.

"No."

He thrust into her harder this time; Jillian felt her walls spasm at the intrusion.

"Don't lie to me. Tell me."

"No, you're not too small." Jesus Christ, she thought, a rapist with an inferiority complex. She shook her head.

"Am I enough? Do I fill you up?" His questions were whispers, poured breathily into her ear.

She was definitely not going to say anything to make him angry. "Yes you do."

Jillian felt a hand slide beneath her chest, cupping her breast. He squeezed it gently as he fucked. His other arm was above next to her shoulder, his hand cupping her head so she didn't move as he slid into her.

"You're just saying that because you're frightened I'll hurt you. But I won't. Tell me, please." He kissed her neck, then her cheek. "Please..."

"No... it's good."

"Does it feel right?"

"Yes."

"Ohhh... Please don't lie," he whispered desperately.

Then, Jillian noticed the strangest thing. She could hear the wet sounds of him entering her, and she realized that the nipple he was squeezing so gently was erect. No, she thought, no. This isn't right. This isn't possible. The next time he pushed into her, despite all her best intentions, she moaned.

"Sonia! Tell me, please."

She moaned again and angled her hips to let him in deeper. "Oh...God..."

"You like it?"

"Yes," she panted, pushing back onto him.

She felt like a traitor to herself. Like some terrible slut who would betray anyone and anything as long as he kept fucking her this way. He would thrust and pause, thrust and pause, and every time he did, she could hear the pleasure it gave him in his breath. He was, she had to admit, the most delicious size. Perfect.

"I've never, never felt anything like this," he gasped. The words came tumbling out in a rush. "I'm sorry, Sonia! I can't wait any longer."

Jillian felt the hand beneath her slide from her breast to her pussy. His fingers prodded, feeling her, searching. She followed his arm down with her own hand and covered his fingers, guiding them to the right place. As his fingertip brushed over her clit she stiffened and twitched, crying out. With the next, sweet thrust of his cock, her walls spasmed hard around him: the orgasm took her over like a storm.

In the midst of it, she felt him bury himself as deep as he could go and flood her with his heat, groaning as his entire body shook.

As they lay still after, each little spasm of aftershock inside her, coaxed a twitch and a new from him. When they both stilled, he pulled out of her, still as hard as he had entered.

He stood and pulled his trousers up, absently tucking the tails of his shirt it. "I'm sorry," he said, almost to himself. 'It was my first time. Next time, I'll do better."

The door slammed and he was gone.

 

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