that.
It had happened all to quickly.
“Shh, the worst
is over. My brave little girl, I will make it better for you and very
soon you will like it when Tata makes love to you.”
I doubted that. I
realized that I was clinging to his arm. I let go of him. He was
already touching me too much and in places that had never been
touched before.
He laid me back
down so my head was on the pillow. “Are you ready?”
I shook my head
no again.
He smiled again.
He sure did get a kick out of me. Of course he would, he got whatever
he wanted. My shock from the pain was wearing away and I started to
cry again. I turned my head away from him.
“Shh, I
promised to be careful and I am being.”
I flashed him a
mean look as I cried.
“You are very
lucky. I am taking you with a great deal of love. The men who bought
your friends bought them out of lust and they will do with them
whatever they want. I am going to treat you very nicely. You will
have it good with me.”
“I don't feel
loved,” I confessed, sounding like a whining child.
His features
softened and he went back to kissing me. He was still inside of me. I
hated that. I felt him moving his thing out of me and then he slowly
moved it back in all the way. I doubted that I would ever walk again.
He moved that way again very slowly.
He was still
kissing me. I wished he wouldn't. The ripping feeling was still
there. He moved a little faster and then grabbed both of my hands and
pinned them down to the mattress. He raised his hips and looked down
in between us.
“This is
something that you can only do with me. Do you understand that?”
I nodded quickly.
I meant it too. The thought of me looking for a lover was ridiculous.
“You are such a
good girl and you are being very brave about this. I just want to
make it very clear that Tata is the only man who will ever be inside
of you. Never anyone else.”
He started to
move again and he was pounding his body into mine. My entire body
moved up and down with his thrusts. The bed was squeaking. It just
wouldn't end and I wanted it too so badly.
“You are doing
so well, angel.”
It was getting
really hot and harder to breathe. He let go of my hands and moved one
hand back to my breast. I felt like I was going to be sick. The
motion and his head going up and down in front of my face was too
much for me. I looked off to the side.
“Such a good
girl. You have no idea how good you feel.”
I tried a last
ditch effort to get him to stop, “Please, please stop.”
“Shh, angel,
don't say anything.”
“Please, Herr
Glossner, please stop. You're hurting me.”
“I told you not
to call me that. If you ever do that again, I will punish you. Have I
made myself clear?” He stopped moving.
“Yes.” I
looked in his eyes. I didn't want more punishment. This was already
worse than the spankings that he had given me.
“Yes, what?”
I wanted to bite
my tongue but I figured that this was all about power, and the fact
that I didn't have any. I swallowed hard, “Yes, sir.”
“No, you don't
have to say that anymore. I want you to call me by my name. Now.”
“Yes, Tata.”
“Good girl.”
He started moving again and then he threw his head back and arched
his back, driving himself even deeper into me. Then he lay down on
top of me.
A moment later he
pulled out of me and rolled back to his side of the bed. I rolled
away from him. I pulled my knees to my chest and just cried. He was
the worst person in the world.
His breathing was
pretty heavy but he was getting it under control and inching closer
to me again. He laid his arm around me and started to kiss my
shoulder. “You will have it very good with me. Tata will take care
of everything.”
He was a crazy
person who was even talking about himself in the third person.
He picked up one
of my braids. The end of the braid was like a paintbrush. He was
brushing it up and down my arm.
I just cried and
he didn't seem to notice. He was too busy painting a picture of
It had happened all to quickly.
“Shh, the worst
is over. My brave little girl, I will make it better for you and very
soon you will like it when Tata makes love to you.”
I doubted that. I
realized that I was clinging to his arm. I let go of him. He was
already touching me too much and in places that had never been
touched before.
He laid me back
down so my head was on the pillow. “Are you ready?”
I shook my head
no again.
He smiled again.
He sure did get a kick out of me. Of course he would, he got whatever
he wanted. My shock from the pain was wearing away and I started to
cry again. I turned my head away from him.
“Shh, I
promised to be careful and I am being.”
I flashed him a
mean look as I cried.
“You are very
lucky. I am taking you with a great deal of love. The men who bought
your friends bought them out of lust and they will do with them
whatever they want. I am going to treat you very nicely. You will
have it good with me.”
“I don't feel
loved,” I confessed, sounding like a whining child.
His features
softened and he went back to kissing me. He was still inside of me. I
hated that. I felt him moving his thing out of me and then he slowly
moved it back in all the way. I doubted that I would ever walk again.
He moved that way again very slowly.
He was still
kissing me. I wished he wouldn't. The ripping feeling was still
there. He moved a little faster and then grabbed both of my hands and
pinned them down to the mattress. He raised his hips and looked down
in between us.
“This is
something that you can only do with me. Do you understand that?”
I nodded quickly.
I meant it too. The thought of me looking for a lover was ridiculous.
“You are such a
good girl and you are being very brave about this. I just want to
make it very clear that Tata is the only man who will ever be inside
of you. Never anyone else.”
He started to
move again and he was pounding his body into mine. My entire body
moved up and down with his thrusts. The bed was squeaking. It just
wouldn't end and I wanted it too so badly.
“You are doing
so well, angel.”
It was getting
really hot and harder to breathe. He let go of my hands and moved one
hand back to my breast. I felt like I was going to be sick. The
motion and his head going up and down in front of my face was too
much for me. I looked off to the side.
“Such a good
girl. You have no idea how good you feel.”
I tried a last
ditch effort to get him to stop, “Please, please stop.”
“Shh, angel,
don't say anything.”
“Please, Herr
Glossner, please stop. You're hurting me.”
“I told you not
to call me that. If you ever do that again, I will punish you. Have I
made myself clear?” He stopped moving.
“Yes.” I
looked in his eyes. I didn't want more punishment. This was already
worse than the spankings that he had given me.
“Yes, what?”
I wanted to bite
my tongue but I figured that this was all about power, and the fact
that I didn't have any. I swallowed hard, “Yes, sir.”
“No, you don't
have to say that anymore. I want you to call me by my name. Now.”
“Yes, Tata.”
“Good girl.”
He started moving again and then he threw his head back and arched
his back, driving himself even deeper into me. Then he lay down on
top of me.
A moment later he
pulled out of me and rolled back to his side of the bed. I rolled
away from him. I pulled my knees to my chest and just cried. He was
the worst person in the world.
His breathing was
pretty heavy but he was getting it under control and inching closer
to me again. He laid his arm around me and started to kiss my
shoulder. “You will have it very good with me. Tata will take care
of everything.”
He was a crazy
person who was even talking about himself in the third person.
He picked up one
of my braids. The end of the braid was like a paintbrush. He was
brushing it up and down my arm.
I just cried and
he didn't seem to notice. He was too busy painting a picture of
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