We all knew it would happen (if you've read baton rouge or some of the other stories) and now it has happened... How will Alex react.... and how will Ryan react to her reaction?
“This might sting a bit”
I barely felt it when Ryan cleaned out the cuts his short nails had left on my tits with antiseptic. My whole body was aching – my mind had gone pleasantly numb.
His touch was gentle now.
Ryan cleaned the cuts, put some cream on my body where the bruises would show later. I just lay on the cold bathroom floor. Eyes closed I felt him get up, heard water running. A cold wet washcloth touched my face, wiped my forehead, my cheeks.
Three hours earlier
After the second knock I heard footsteps. Ryan was home after all. A wave of relief washed over me. No going to the pubs to find him tonight.
He opened the door, saw me, nodded and stepped aside.
Without a word I entered, closed the door behind me. Unlike me he had already changed into civvies. His old running shorts and an old t-shirt.
I was still in full uniform, the hair in a tight bun. He moved, pulled me in a tight hug. As I rested my head on his shoulder I could smell whisky on his breath. Neither of us spoke or moved for a long time. Silence, his warm body, his tight hold, the faint smell of his aftershave mixed with the smell of whisky.
After what felt like an eternity I couldn't stand it any longer. My hands moved down his back, slid under the waistband of his shorts and started to pull them down.
Ryan pushed me away. Hard. Ice in his eyes.
I made one step towards him, avoided his gaze as I reached for his crotch.
Without warning his fist hit my stomach. Even though he hadn't used full force it knocked the wind out of me.
I still couldn't look him in the face as I reached out again. This time he stepped back. “What the fuck is wrong with you Macdonald?” Anger in his voice. So much anger and something deeper. “Your husband died not even 24 hours ago.”
Pain under the anger. David – my husband – had been his best mate. And I hadn't shed a single tear since they had told me. And here I was.
My hand was still reaching out. How was I to go on? Outward I was calm, collected, in control of myself... on the inside I was a mess.
I didn't know how much time passed. We just stood there in silence. “Hurt me” My whisper was barely audible but it seemed to echo through the whole flat.
Ryan moved. His shoulder bumped into me on his way into the living room. The clinking of glass on glass. Silently I followed., stopped at the door.
He put the glass down, refilled it. I bit my lip, started to unbutton my uniform shirt. For the first time in forever I shuddered as my fingers brushed the scar tissue across my lower abdomen as I pulled the shirt from my pants. It had become a part of me I barely noticed, nothing special. Tonight it brought memories.
Without looking I threw the shirt on a chair. The shabby bur comfortable sports bra followed.
Just as I was about to bend down to open my boots Ryan moved. In an instant he was beside me. His fist hit me just over the kidney. A well placed kick against my legs made me loose my balance .Grunting I landed on my arms and knees. The next kick hit my flank. A wave of pain shot through me as I collapsed on the floor. Laying panting on the floor I glanced up, turned my face quickly away again,
Ryan kicked my shoulder, turned me on my back. I had seen the anger in his face – yet he wasn't using full force. He was still in control of himself.
He knelt down, knee on my breast and reached for my face. I fought back, tried to avoid his grip. Not my face, don't touch me... I wanted to scream but stayed silent. His fingers closed around my jaw, he forced my face around. Resistance was impossible. I wasn't weak but he was stronger. And hadn't that been one of the reasons why I came here?
Before he could fully look into my face I closed my eyes. A new wave of pain shot through my upper body as he shifted his weight. Suddenly his other hand was in my neck. Ignoring the hairpins he pulled the hair tie and freed my long black hair from its tight bun.
With my hair in his fist he sat back on his heels, pulled me upwards.
“Look at me” A voice like ice. I tried to shake my head but all I achieved was a stinging pain from my scalp. I tried harder, more pain. If I tried to break free...
But Ryan knew me. He didn't only let go of my hair, he pushed me down again. His moves were swift and practised. Before I could react both my arms were behind my back, both wrists held in one of his hands.
His other arm was around my throat, pulling me up.
No words were spoken as he manhandled me into his big bathroom. Just as he kicked my knees from behind he let go of me. My teeth clacked together as I landed on the hard tiles. Pain shot up from my knees. One more kick hit my flank just above the kidneys again, I groaned in pain, doubled over.
He was down next to me. His fist back in mu hair. He pulled my head back and for the first time our eyes met. His brown eyes bore into mine through the shimmer of tears.
I swallowed, bit my lip and tasted blood.
Ryan reached out, touched my forehead to brush a strand of my hair aside. I tensed up. Tenderness was the last thing I wanted right now. The one thing I wouldn't be able to bear. His face came closer, he rested his forehead against mine. I groaned. This wasn't the pain I had asked him for.
“Fuck me” Even to me my voice sounded too cool, not like myself.
Ryan let go of me. His fists hit me. Stomach, breast, shoulders. Hard and unforgiving. I winced inhaled sharply but a part of me welcomed the pain. Again and again. I closed my eyes, opened them only as I felt his hands at my belt.
He opened it. His fingernails scratched my skin as he pulled the uniform pants down. “Is that what you want?” he growled as he pulled the panty down. “That?”
Without warning or foreplay he forced two fingers into my dry cunt. I winced, flinched at the sudden sharp pain. Slowly he forced his fingers further in, all the way, deep, deeper until I felt his knuckles touch me.
Ryan stopped, looked down on me before he withdrew them. “This?” his voice was cold, the pain more intense. Three fingers, slow but without stopping, without mercy.
I closed my eyes, bit down on my lip again. So much pain, so much hurt- and the pain Ryan was inflicting in my cunt only scratched the surface.
“Not enough?”
Tears of pain shot in my eyes as he forced 4 fingers inside me. He was panting, tense while using as much force as needed to bury his hand deep inside me. I felt the tears spilling out from under my eyelids, running down my temples.
His fingers stopped, buried as far as the would go in, his knuckles touching me again, pressing against my tender skin. It hurt the way he stretched me now without preparation, without being ready. Slowly he started to move his hand. The pain intensified. In a slow rhythm he started to fuck me with his fingers. Tears were running freely now. A steady silent stream.
A sudden hard thrust made me whimper. Slow again, His fingers left my cunt completely, I felt them ready to force their way back in again. It hurt . With another whimper I tried to get away, turn, crawl as far away as possible.
Ryan let me turn before he grabbed me. His hand squeezed my tit, fingernails bit into the flesh. I was on my knees in front of him, trapped. And it seemed to be easier for him now. Once he had forced his hand back inside me he started to fuck me with it. Hard and fast, delivering pain instead of pleasure.
He was panting behind me. I whimpered, tried to get away again but he was too strong.
A sob. It took two more nearly silent sobs until I realised that it was me. He stopped. My body trembled with the pain, the sobs that shook me. With his fingers still deep inside me he held me, his other hand relaxed.
“Shhh” he whispered as he pulled his hand out wrapped his arms around me and held me in a tight embrace on the cold floor.
His warm body behind me. Arms around me, cold tiles below. “David” the whisper was a low sob that shook my whole body. My mouth opened in a silent scream as I pulled my head back. Burning tears ran down my cheeks.
Gentle hands caressed my tits, travelled over my body. I flinched as they reached my crotch. I felt raw, torn. The hands didn't stop. Slowly they stroked my pussy lips, parted them. Just one finger slid between them, touched me lightly.
I felt his dick harden at my ass. The man behind me slid his pants down. I felt his hot cock pressing against my flesh. A low moan escaped my lips as the finger started to circle my clit. He buried his face in my hair. Staggering breath on my shoulder as he slowly slid his hard cock inside me.
It hurt. Not as much as before but the pain was there even though he was careful. I whimpered again. Lips brushed my shoulder as he buried his cock inside me, started to play with my clit. This man knew me so well. Circling motions, rubbing, stroking all while his cock moved slowly in my hurting cunt. I moaned, started to react to his touch. I felt safe, the pain seemed to lessen while my body started to feel weightless with arousal.
His body shook. He started to fuck me harder. His fingers pressed on my clit, holding me, rubbing with every movement, with every hard deep thrust. I felt the tension building. No more pain. Just longing. No thoughts just floating in David's arms.
A moan behind me. Deep, desperate as he came. Feeling him shooting his load in me his cock pulsating pushed me over the edge. I came with a suppressed cry lay trembling in his arms.
NOW
Ryan undressed me, picked me up and carried me into his bed. “You can stay as long as you need.”