Free Pretty When She Cries by Sarah Kate Page B

over, holding her by the hand. The grass was sharp like prickles under her feet and she walked gingerly. He opened the car door and leaned in, still holding her with one hand. He pulled out a white linen summer dress with lace trim and spaghetti straps. He got her to lift her arms and slipped it over her head, careful of her bandaged hand. She pulled the dress down the rest of the way by herself. It was light and comfortable and so strange to be wearing. It almost made her cry.
    “You like it, baby?” he asked.
    She nodded, choked up.
    “You look so fucking pretty,” he said. He raised his left arm, and nestled her nape in the crook of his elbow, and pulled her face, her trembling lips, right up to him, tight, and planted another kiss on her, a soft and wet one.
    “I don’t want to do nasty shit to you,” he said pityingly, as if he were comforting a child. “You just got to be real careful not to trigger me.” He gathered her hair in his hand, and burrowed his face in neck. “Say you love me,” he pleaded. “Say it, baby. Say it.”
    Only his voice forced her. Her senses were entirely shut off from him.
    “Tell me you love me,” he said. “Say it, even if you don’t mean it—say it Nicole, say you love me.”
    “I love you,” she said, in real agony, forcing the words out.
    He picked her up as he had when he first brought her here, just over a week ago, and stood clutching her tightly to him. Her arms were around his neck, and her face lay on his shoulder. Holding her around the waist with one arm, he smoothed his other hand up and down the curves of her thigh, and under her dress to her naked bottom. “Do you want me to fuck you? Tell me.”
    “I want you to fuck me,” she whispered.
    He carried her back to the house. She didn’t make a sound. She was too broken up inside, torn into pieces. He set her down on the mattress but didn’t chain her or take off her dress. He dropped first to his knees, then he lay on top of her. Guiding his dick with his right hand, he pushed it about the lips of her pussy. Then, tightening his grip under her shoulders with his left arm, he slowly lowered himself. As she felt his shaft press between the inner lips of her pussy, she uttered a sobbing groan. She was tight and closed. Suddenly something seemed to give way inside and his prick glided well up her cunt, and he settled down on her body.
    “Oh, you feel how that just slid in?” he said. “You see? It feels good when you relax.” He began to move slowly. “Put your arms around my neck.” She put her arms around him. “Just keep kissing me,” he said. He moved his mouth over hers with prolonged, adoring kisses.
    She was loosening up, but just a bit, and was getting moist down there. He clutched her harder. He lifted his face to her and watched as she made efforts to stay relaxed. She didn’t want to hurt any more.
    “I love you, I fucking love you!” he said. He clamped his hand around her throat. “Are you thinking of that other prick? Is that who you’re screwing right now!”
    He pumped her harder and harder. His large eyes were open and inflicted on her a red, raging look. She clutched his hand at her throat, and shook her head. He released his hold slightly. “Tell me you want me to fuck you. I want to hear you say it.”
    “I want you to fuck me,” she said, gasping.
    He hid himself against her, thrusting blindly. “Bitch, bitch, bitch. You’re such a fucking bitch,” he said and he fell forward on her breast as he came helplessly.
    In a minute he chained her up again, and she sat restless. She wanted to get up and walk. “If you unchained me, I could do some cleaning or something, would you like that? I want to move around a bit.”
    He was fiddling with an oily car part on the coffee table. “You already did just move around a bit,” he said. “That’s a real pretty dress you got on there, don’t mess it up.”

Chapter 8
    That night instead of slinking off after he’d finished with