beliefs.
But
now, for the first time, I wonder if they were right all along. I have a
Jezebel living in my house, or maybe a demoness would be a more apt word. Yes,
demoness is far more suitable to describe her. She has bewitched me and stolen
all reason along with my soul. Her innocent smile is a mask for the evil
lurking underneath. I dreamt about her last night; I drove a knife through her
chest and instead of blood, a swarm of flies flew out and attacked me. I awoke
in a cold sweat. I swear, the only thing that kept me sane was the warm body of
Hannah lying beside. She stirred but did not wake and all I could think of as
she lay there is how much it would destroy her if she knew what her daughter
was.
But
God help me, I can’t keep away from her.
She
snuck into the shower with me while Hannah was still sleeping in bed. I turned
in stunned surprise as her naked form dropped to her knees and took all of me
in her mouth before I could protest. I can’t describe the feeling as I came –
the pleasure and disgust rolled into one, and as she swallowed my cum, I felt
like she was swallowing my soul. Afterward, she stood and gave me that angelic
smile. “Thank you,” she said. “I’ve been thinking about doing that all night.”
Then she kissed me on the cheek and left.
Yesterday,
when I was in my study and Hannah was out, Rachel came in. I tried to ignore
her but the sun dress she wore showed the tops of her smooth, tanned thighs,
and I couldn’t tear my gaze away from her. She sat atop my desk and when I went
to speak she put her finger to my lips. “Shh, you’ve been so good to me. I just
want to do something good for you.” I watched, wide-eyed, as she pulled up her
legs to balance on either side of my chair, before pulling her dress up to
reveal the white panties she wore. She started to touch herself there, through
the panties, and I felt myself harden almost instantly.
She
kept tracing circles on her panty covered mound as she watched me with that
smile on her face. I couldn’t take it anymore. I stood and shoved her back on
the desk and ripped those panties off. Once my dick was out, I thrust into her
so violently I didn’t think it was possible. A sound ripped from her, and it
could have been one of pain, but I kept going, harder and harder while my hand
was around her throat keeping her down. When I came, I stepped back breathless.
She lay there staring at the ceiling, for a moment I panicked and thought she
was dead. But then she sat up, a slightly stunned look on her face along with
the tear stains.
“I’m
sorry,” I blurted out. “I’m so sorry.” I collapsed down into my chair. “I hurt
you.”
She
shook her head. “No, you didn’t. Could you…”
“What?”
“Could
you just hold me for a bit?”
I
opened my arms, and she tucked herself into me, hiding her face against my shoulder
as she cried, and I stroked her hair. Later that night, I gently made love to
Hannah, the woman I love. But I imagined it was Rachel that I was screwing,
violently and with no limits. I fantasized about her crying out in pain
underneath me, a doll that I could act out those dark thoughts with.
God
help me. I am bewitched.”
I
handed the book back to Aaron, anxious to be rid of it from my grasp. He took
it, silently and as watchful as ever. I reached up and tugged at my collar; it
chafed against my skin in an unpleasant reminder. He leaned back in his chair.
“Is
that man your father?” I asked.
He
didn’t respond at first then he shook his head. “My uncle.”
I
dared to ask another question.
“Is
this your house?”
“It
was. Until I was saved.”
“From
what?” I asked softly
He
sat up straight. “That’s enough question time from you. You need to remember
your place.”
A
spark of anger shot through me. “Who are you to determine my ‘place’? You’re
doing this because a pedophile–“
“He’s
not a pedophile.” He said this tightly, like he was controlling
But
now, for the first time, I wonder if they were right all along. I have a
Jezebel living in my house, or maybe a demoness would be a more apt word. Yes,
demoness is far more suitable to describe her. She has bewitched me and stolen
all reason along with my soul. Her innocent smile is a mask for the evil
lurking underneath. I dreamt about her last night; I drove a knife through her
chest and instead of blood, a swarm of flies flew out and attacked me. I awoke
in a cold sweat. I swear, the only thing that kept me sane was the warm body of
Hannah lying beside. She stirred but did not wake and all I could think of as
she lay there is how much it would destroy her if she knew what her daughter
was.
But
God help me, I can’t keep away from her.
She
snuck into the shower with me while Hannah was still sleeping in bed. I turned
in stunned surprise as her naked form dropped to her knees and took all of me
in her mouth before I could protest. I can’t describe the feeling as I came –
the pleasure and disgust rolled into one, and as she swallowed my cum, I felt
like she was swallowing my soul. Afterward, she stood and gave me that angelic
smile. “Thank you,” she said. “I’ve been thinking about doing that all night.”
Then she kissed me on the cheek and left.
Yesterday,
when I was in my study and Hannah was out, Rachel came in. I tried to ignore
her but the sun dress she wore showed the tops of her smooth, tanned thighs,
and I couldn’t tear my gaze away from her. She sat atop my desk and when I went
to speak she put her finger to my lips. “Shh, you’ve been so good to me. I just
want to do something good for you.” I watched, wide-eyed, as she pulled up her
legs to balance on either side of my chair, before pulling her dress up to
reveal the white panties she wore. She started to touch herself there, through
the panties, and I felt myself harden almost instantly.
She
kept tracing circles on her panty covered mound as she watched me with that
smile on her face. I couldn’t take it anymore. I stood and shoved her back on
the desk and ripped those panties off. Once my dick was out, I thrust into her
so violently I didn’t think it was possible. A sound ripped from her, and it
could have been one of pain, but I kept going, harder and harder while my hand
was around her throat keeping her down. When I came, I stepped back breathless.
She lay there staring at the ceiling, for a moment I panicked and thought she
was dead. But then she sat up, a slightly stunned look on her face along with
the tear stains.
“I’m
sorry,” I blurted out. “I’m so sorry.” I collapsed down into my chair. “I hurt
you.”
She
shook her head. “No, you didn’t. Could you…”
“What?”
“Could
you just hold me for a bit?”
I
opened my arms, and she tucked herself into me, hiding her face against my shoulder
as she cried, and I stroked her hair. Later that night, I gently made love to
Hannah, the woman I love. But I imagined it was Rachel that I was screwing,
violently and with no limits. I fantasized about her crying out in pain
underneath me, a doll that I could act out those dark thoughts with.
God
help me. I am bewitched.”
I
handed the book back to Aaron, anxious to be rid of it from my grasp. He took
it, silently and as watchful as ever. I reached up and tugged at my collar; it
chafed against my skin in an unpleasant reminder. He leaned back in his chair.
“Is
that man your father?” I asked.
He
didn’t respond at first then he shook his head. “My uncle.”
I
dared to ask another question.
“Is
this your house?”
“It
was. Until I was saved.”
“From
what?” I asked softly
He
sat up straight. “That’s enough question time from you. You need to remember
your place.”
A
spark of anger shot through me. “Who are you to determine my ‘place’? You’re
doing this because a pedophile–“
“He’s
not a pedophile.” He said this tightly, like he was controlling
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