pussy and you’re going to love it because I’m going to make you.” He takes my hand, running my fingers through my folds. At the very front he pauses, “Do you feel that bump? That is where I want you to touch yourself, like this.” Entwining our fingers, he strokes the tender spot. After several minutes, I start to panic because nothing is happening and I am getting sore. “Do NOT defy me,” he growls, shoving my hand away. To teach me a lesson he pinches my nipple hard, making me cry out in pain. I realize my mistake a second before he slaps me across the face.
“You did this to yourself, you don’t get to cry,” he spits. My face is hot where his hand connected. It stings, but it is a welcome distraction from the assault on the rest of my body. Drew plunges his finger into me as he stares into my eyes, daring me to cry out again. I don’t. My only protest is the tears that won’t stop spilling. I close my eyes and pray for God to make me numb.
His finger probes me , in cruel hard thrusts. When I think I can’t endure anymore, he pulls out and positions himself between my legs.
”Look at me,” he demands. I force my eyes open and find Drew stroking his erection with force. “This is going to hurt, but I promise I’ll make it good for you, Mouse.” He grabs my hips and lunges forward, covering my mouth with his as he slams into me. I scream in agony but the sound is absorbed by Drew’s bruising kisses. I am being ripped in half—the pain is unbearable.
Drew is pumping himself into me with brutal force when he reaches down to where we are connected. He finds the bump from earlier, pressing it against our joined bodies. The searing pain between my legs slowly shifts to an uncomfortable tension, stirring deep within me.
I squirm beneath him, attempting to get away from the pressure building inside of me. Without warning, my back arches and a moan escapes my lips as I begin to pant and shake beneath Drew. Terrified, I search his face for some clue to what is happening to me. His eyes shine with tenderness a moment before he throws his head back, pulling my hips flush against his. He moans my name over and over as he spills himself into me.
***
I moan, hiding my face in my hands. No, there are certain things I can never ever tell anyone.
“Beth, look at me,” Dr. Warren encourages. My hands drop away, revealing an exaggerated grimace. “You are a beautiful girl, there is no reason for you to assume that Ryan didn’t use ‘pretty’ to mean several things. Pretty voice, pretty smile, pretty heart and soul. You, my dear, are the whole ‘pretty’ package.” I blink slowly, trying to absorb each word. Dr. Warren grabs my hand and stands, dragging me with her. She spins me to face the mirror hanging above the couch. “What do you see?”
“I see a lot of brown and freckles,” I grumble.
“Do you know what I see?” she whispers. “I see a young woman with beautiful brown hair that catches warm red tones when the light hits it. I see a girl whose big brown eyes are soulful and mesmerizing and a smile so contagious it can light up the whole room. I see an incredible young lady who has been through hell and is coming out of that with a grace and strength that most women twice her age couldn’t muster.”
“I wish I could see that.” I sniffle between tears.
“You will, Beth. You will,” she insists.
Chapter 12
My conversation with Dr. Warren plagues every thought I have. Giving me permission to be attracted to Ryan opens up all kinds of mixed emotions in me, each confusing and conflicting. No matter how hard I try to focus on our trip to the lake this weekend, my thoughts are consumed with Ryan and of Dr. Warren’s description of me. She has to be exaggerating or she has me on a pedestal of perfection I can’t live up to. I am incapable of passing a mirror without stopping to look at my reflection, waiting for her version of me to be unveiled. I can see that I have grown
“You did this to yourself, you don’t get to cry,” he spits. My face is hot where his hand connected. It stings, but it is a welcome distraction from the assault on the rest of my body. Drew plunges his finger into me as he stares into my eyes, daring me to cry out again. I don’t. My only protest is the tears that won’t stop spilling. I close my eyes and pray for God to make me numb.
His finger probes me , in cruel hard thrusts. When I think I can’t endure anymore, he pulls out and positions himself between my legs.
”Look at me,” he demands. I force my eyes open and find Drew stroking his erection with force. “This is going to hurt, but I promise I’ll make it good for you, Mouse.” He grabs my hips and lunges forward, covering my mouth with his as he slams into me. I scream in agony but the sound is absorbed by Drew’s bruising kisses. I am being ripped in half—the pain is unbearable.
Drew is pumping himself into me with brutal force when he reaches down to where we are connected. He finds the bump from earlier, pressing it against our joined bodies. The searing pain between my legs slowly shifts to an uncomfortable tension, stirring deep within me.
I squirm beneath him, attempting to get away from the pressure building inside of me. Without warning, my back arches and a moan escapes my lips as I begin to pant and shake beneath Drew. Terrified, I search his face for some clue to what is happening to me. His eyes shine with tenderness a moment before he throws his head back, pulling my hips flush against his. He moans my name over and over as he spills himself into me.
***
I moan, hiding my face in my hands. No, there are certain things I can never ever tell anyone.
“Beth, look at me,” Dr. Warren encourages. My hands drop away, revealing an exaggerated grimace. “You are a beautiful girl, there is no reason for you to assume that Ryan didn’t use ‘pretty’ to mean several things. Pretty voice, pretty smile, pretty heart and soul. You, my dear, are the whole ‘pretty’ package.” I blink slowly, trying to absorb each word. Dr. Warren grabs my hand and stands, dragging me with her. She spins me to face the mirror hanging above the couch. “What do you see?”
“I see a lot of brown and freckles,” I grumble.
“Do you know what I see?” she whispers. “I see a young woman with beautiful brown hair that catches warm red tones when the light hits it. I see a girl whose big brown eyes are soulful and mesmerizing and a smile so contagious it can light up the whole room. I see an incredible young lady who has been through hell and is coming out of that with a grace and strength that most women twice her age couldn’t muster.”
“I wish I could see that.” I sniffle between tears.
“You will, Beth. You will,” she insists.
Chapter 12
My conversation with Dr. Warren plagues every thought I have. Giving me permission to be attracted to Ryan opens up all kinds of mixed emotions in me, each confusing and conflicting. No matter how hard I try to focus on our trip to the lake this weekend, my thoughts are consumed with Ryan and of Dr. Warren’s description of me. She has to be exaggerating or she has me on a pedestal of perfection I can’t live up to. I am incapable of passing a mirror without stopping to look at my reflection, waiting for her version of me to be unveiled. I can see that I have grown
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