“Stop it!” I moan. “Please!”
He ignores me.
The vibrator skips and slides down my body until it reaches my pussy. He traces the tip along my outer lips and then moves inward. As soon as he presses the vibrator to my clit, I immediately start convulsing.
Pleasure gushes through me like a river after a storm; there's no stopping it. He glides the tip down to my opening, then brings it back up, slick with my own arousal. My pussy is dripping, thanks to this stranger's manipulations. He's tricked my body into thinking it asked for this. Then again, maybe it's simply resigned itself to the inevitable.
My sick fantasies are about to come true.
This man is going to force himself on me.
My pulse sprints. I’ve imagined a thousand different versions of this scenario, but now that it’s really happening, I don’t know how to feel about any of it. I'm scared and helpless, but I'm also horny as fuck. Clearly, there’s a part of me that wants him to turn my fantasy into reality—the same sick, fucked-up part of me that likes saying No and Stop while she masturbates.
He rubs circles around my clit that I attempt to chase, digging my heels into the mattress. I can feel the wetness dripping down between my ass cheeks as he caresses my breasts and stomach.
I don’t understand why this man is bothering to pleasure me. Why would he give two shits about my enjoyment if all he wants is to use me to get off? There's a bizarre tenderness to the way he touches me, like trying to soothe a frightened animal. He’s determined to make me orgasm.
And like the perverted bitch I am, I've gobbled it right up.
Jaw clenched, I let out a high-pitched squeal. I want this and yet I want no part of this, but my body couldn't care less what my mind wants, because it needs to come. Now.
So, I do. Hard. Like a cramp in my side. Only it's between my legs and it pleases as much as it pains.
I bite my lips together, fighting back moans. I don't want to give this man the satisfaction of knowing he’s made me come, but it's like he can smell it. He hums with satisfaction.
The way he smooths his hand down my thigh reminds me of how my stepdaddy used to pet me when I'd wake up after a nightmare. The tenderness in his touch, combined with the sense of violation, makes my stomach flutter. I crack open at the gesture, whimpering like something small and pitiful.
He glides the vibrating wand down to my entrance, and I cringe at the slick sounds of my wetness as he dips the tip between my folds.
My whole body tenses. There's a reason I only touch my clit when I masturbate. It's because no one has ever been inside me. Not even myself. He switches the vibrator off and then strokes my pussy with his fingers, wetting them. He teases my opening, then pushes two thick fingers inside me.
I cry out.
Tears wet my cheeks.
"No, please," I croak. "I've never done that… I can’t... Not like this."
He tilts his head, his fingers slowing until they're barely moving at all. I watch as the realization flashes in his eyes: he's about to rape a virgin.
For a second, I think he might actually take pity on me.
Then, I hear the electric hum.
He brings the vibrator back to my clit.
"No!" I whine as pleasure rips through me, making my pussy clench around his fingers. What starts out as pain quickly softens into pleasure, until having him inside me feels good. He strokes the front wall of my pussy until I can’t think beyond the current moment. Can’t feel anything beyond the ache in my pelvis and the pressure building between my thighs.
Bearing down, I come again, and this time, I scream. The man groans with pleasure, running his fingers up and down over my wet pussy lips.
“Let’s not wake the neighbors, sweetheart.”
The sound of his voice jolts me out of my stupor. There's only one person in the world who calls me sweetheart.
"Daddy?"
He pets my cheek and then pulls off his mask.
Relief flows through me, followed by betrayal. I can't believe my stepdad would do this to me. I should feel nauseous, livid, repulsed. I should not be thanking God that the man who just violated me is also the man I love more than anyone else in the world—and I sure as hell shouldn’t feel more turned on than ever before.