Bullied (Possessed 0.50)

“Jesus fucking mercy, Cecilia, you’re fucking perfect. Your tight pussy was made for my cock,” he panted roughly in her ear.

He could feel her walls tighten up on him as she screamed his name and let go of her release. Triggering his own, he slapped her ass hard as they reached their peak together.

“It’s too much. Oh god! Landon, make it stop!” she screamed.

“Fucking take it, Cecilia. I want it all. Every ounce of pleasure you feel, I want it wrapped around my dick so tight you won’t know where I end and you begin. You fucking understand?” He growled harsher than intended as he gripped her hair turning her head so he could slam his lips on hers.

He spilled everything he was feeling for her into that kiss.

His possession…

His ownership…

His need for her alone was almost overwhelming.

Waking up the next morning feeling deliciously sore in all the right places, Cecilia was disappointed to find she was alone in bed. Running her hands along the empty spot where Landon had slept, she found it cool to the touch.

Thinking he’d left, she got up wrapping the sheet around her naked body and finally got a look at his room. It was huge; at least as big as her dinky apartment. One wall was just tinted windows overlooking the city. With the sun rising high in the sky, it was quite the view. The bright rays ricocheting off the windows created a magnificent kaleidoscope of colors.

Going to his dresser on the opposite wall, she rummaged through a drawer finding a t-shirt to put on. She wandered to the closed door beside his closet. Opening it, she walked into possibly the most beautiful and dark bathroom she’d ever seen. Everything was black. The tiles, the walls, the toilet. Everything. Just black. But not in a dark, gaudy way. It was tasteful. Once she flicked the light on, the walls sparkled to make it look silver.

“Wow,” she breathed in wonder.

Going to the shower, she turned it on, stunned when streaming jets of water came from every side. She dropped the sheet and stepped in. The warm water soothed all her aches. She still couldn’t believe she’d made love to him. No Ce, not love, you had sex. Plain and simple. That cruel voice in her head started to berate her. He’d done so many wonderful things to her that she wanted to refuse to believe the doubt, but he was gone this morning so what was she to believe?

Quickly finishing her shower, jumping out and drying off, she caught a glimpse of her body in the mirror above the black granite sink.

She had love bites everywhere she looked— along her collar bone, on her breasts. Turning, they were on the backs of her thighs and her hips. She smiled as she touched each one remembering the precise moment when he’d lost control with her.

He took such care with her, made sure she enjoyed it every bit as much as he did. Even during the night when he’d taken her slow and sweet, holding her gaze the entire time, she’d felt more in those moments than in any other in her life.

Throwing on the shirt she’d taken from him, she quietly made his bed before going in search of her clothes. Gathering them up, she stood at the window watching as the birds flew around the trees when a loud bang from behind drew her attention.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me!”

Ashley.

Turning slowly, she waited for the insults and degradation to begin. “He seriously brought you home?”

It was obviously rhetorical so she kept her mouth shut.

“You’re just a piece of ass to him you know?” she said cruelly.

When Cecilia still didn’t respond, Ashley got a nasty sneer across her lips letting her know nothing good was going to come from this encounter.

“Why do you think he’s not here? You obviously weren’t anything good to him. He always sticks around for the good girls.”

I’m going to be sick.

“Yeah, you get it, don’t you? Let me guess… He peppered you with compliments? Told you, you’re perfect? Probably repeated the performance a couple times too, huh? And yet, he’s not here.”

Don’t cry.

“Once he saw all those scars, he was probably disgusted. Decided to fuck you out of pity.”

And the dam broke.

Running back to his room, she quickly got dressed. Looking to the bed, filled with so much regret when just a few minutes earlier she’d felt so peaceful, she ran into the elevator listening to Ashley’s laughter ringing in her ears and tears streaming down her cheeks.