Free Eluded by Lyra Parish

the last four months we had no type of
sexual interactions. He was too tired from working long hours, and
I was left to touch myself in the bathtub when he wasn't home. A
few months ago I told him I wanted to purchase a sex toy and he
flipped out, so I didn't. I resorted to fingers, but I wanted to be
touched by him , to know that I was wanted, but he was too
busy fucking Maria. It all made perfect sense now.
    "That's right," Derrick said,
pulling me from my thoughts. I knew I was on the brink of losing
control, but somehow I forced it away. I didn't fucking want this.
Derrick moved back to my clit and used every move he knew to push
me to the edge of climax. I just wanted to get it over with, but
instead he went back and forth between inserting his fingers and
touching me in ways that I had never been touched. Ways that I had
wished for only a few months ago. But it wasn't supposed to be like
this. I couldn't take it much more, and I tried to pull myself from
the situation, just as Sophie said, but I couldn't. I fought with
myself, not wanting to give him the pleasure of making me come, but
a part of me wanted it to be over with so we could stop this. So I
wouldn't have to feel his hands all over me.
    He looked over at Sophie, then he
forcefully shoved three fingers inside of me. I gasped and pushed
my ass and back harder against the wall with my palms
down.
    "Fucking watch her," Derrick
demanded.
    Sophie refused and kept her eyes
forward.
    "Fucking watch her or I'll kill
you right here. No more disobeying. No more doing whatever the hell
you want. Watch her come or you're fucking dead,
Sophia."
    When he didn't call her Sophie,
she turned her head and watched. Her face was full of disgust for
him, but he did nothing but smile at her with that perfect set of
teeth and plump lips.
    I closed my eyes as he pounded me
harder with his three fingers. He yanked my pajama bottoms down,
and ripped my panties from my body. My ass pounded against the cold
wall and he forced me to spread my legs wider. "You're so fucking
wet. You want more. I can tell," he whispered in my ear. His dick
was fully hard and every so often he rubbed it against me, just so
I would know, just so I could feel him, feel what he would force on
me.
    When I opened my eyes, Sophie
continued to watch me, but I knew she didn't want to. Things like
this were meant to be private. Coming at the hand of a monster
wasn't supposed to happen. She knew that Derrick would kill her if
she didn't watch him finger fuck me, and I knew he was a man who
did and took whatever he wanted, even though I didn’t know him at
all. More moments passed and I bit my bottom lip until the metallic
taste of blood filled my mouth. I didn't want to give him the
satisfaction of hearing my moans. I didn't want him to know the
control he had over me in the first ten minutes of making eye
contact, but with a few more twirls of my clit, my body couldn't
take it anymore. And with that, he knew exactly what power he
held.
    I didn't moan, I didn't cry out, I
didn't scream, but kept silent as the deep, body-moving convulsions
pulsated through me. My legs went weak but I didn't fall. I
despised this man more than anything in the entire world. He had
stolen something that was supposed to be sacred. I hated that he
seemed to know my body and found what I desired in an instant. I
tried not to focus on the fact that he did more than embarrass me,
but took away my pride and forced his way into places that were
meant for someone special, meant for someone who cared.
    I looked over at Sophie, and I saw
regret and sympathy in her eyes.
    He rubbed his hands over my
breasts one last time and pinched my nipples as he whispered, “good
girl,” in my ear.
    My face went red as embarrassment
washed over me, and I knew the heat found my cheeks. I never had
anyone take sexual power over me in such a sick way while another
person watched. I was angry. I was broken. I was at my bottom
low.
    He grabbed the bottom of