“Oh yeah, baby. I stood there and watched the whole show—him kissing your pussy and you screaming out in pleasure. You know, Whit, I never pegged you for one who would like oral sex. I have to tell you though, Squeak. As fucking pissed-off as I was, watching another man fuck you, I got pretty turned-on from seeing him touch you and hearing you call out in pleasure. How about you show me some of the new things you’ve learned?”
“I can’t believe you watched us! Fuck off, you fucking lunatic!” I screamed out as I started trying to push Roger off of me.
He grabbed my hands and put them above my head. I kicked and screamed, trying everything I could to get him off of me.
“Stay the fuck still. ” He hit me across the face as hard as he could.
I instantly tasted blood and stopped moving. He slowly traced my jaw line and moved it down my body. He began running his finger along the edge of my lace panties, and it felt like he was choking me.
“Please don’t do this, Roger. Please,” I cried out.
He grabbed my face and looked me in the eyes as he smiled. “You’re mine, Whitley. You always have been, and you always will be. ”
I quickly turned my head and saw an empty bottle of wine sitting on my table. Roger bent down and started kissing me on my neck. I pulled my one hand free, grabbed the bottle, and hit him as hard as I could on the side of his head. I used every ounce of energy to push him off of me. He was cursing me up and down as I started to run out of the bedroom.
I heard him jump off of the bed as he called out, “Whitley, stop! Now!”
I was just about to run down the steps when I heard a gunshot. I instantly stopped.
“Don’t. Do. This,” Roger said from behind me.
I slowly turned around to see him pointing a gun at me.
No…this isn’t happening. Oh God, no. He’s going to kill me if I don’t do what he wants.
I started to step backward, and I ran into the table at the top of the stairs. “Roger, please. For the love of God, what has gotten into you? Are you going to shoot me if I don’t have sex with you?”
He threw his head back and laughed. “Oh, trust me, Squeak, you’re gonna fuck me, and you’re going to love every minute of it. You just need to be reminded of what we shared, that’s all. ”
My heart was beating so fast. Layton, I need you.
“What we shared? Are you kidding me, Roger? You beat me. You beat me so badly that I ended up in the hospital. You couldn’t possibly love me. Who hits someone they love?” I screamed out as tears streamed down my face.
His smile faded,
and his eyes began to fill with tears. “Baby, I don’t mean to hurt you. I love you so much, Whit. I’m so afraid you’re going to leave me. Hell, you did leave me, and it about destroyed my world. And now, you’re fucking some damn rich cowboy. Baby, I can make you feel like he makes you feel. I can love you better. Let me show you how good I can make you feel. Whit, let me put my lips on you and make you scream out in pleasure like he did. ”
Oh God…please, God. Please help me.
My whole body was shaking as I watched him walking closer with the gun pointed right at me.
“Roger…” I couldn’t even say anything else through my sobs.
“Baby, just let me help you remember what we had. ”
I looked around, frantically trying to find something to use to protect myself.
The candlestick!
An iron candlestick that Courtney had bought a few months ago was sitting on the table I was leaning against. I closed my eyes as Roger drew closer and closer to me.
“Please don’t do this…please,” I whispered.
He walked up to me and leaned down to kiss me. “Let me show you, baby. ”
I bit down on my lip, knowing that it turned Roger on more than anything.
He smiled his crooked half-smile at me and whispered, “That’s right, baby. ”