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  “Siddaleigh, I think you’re so pretty, but you’d be so damn beautiful if you lost a little weight,” he placed his soft- manicured hands on my bra-covered breasts and said, “but not here. You’re tits are a thing to be envied.”

  Mikhail rubbed his hands all over them, then squeezed them together to hold them with one hand and reached with his other to undo the clasp at the back. My bra fell away and he quickly divested me of the rest of my under garments. My lace matching panties were shoved down my legs just a bit too roughly.

  “Gently Mikhail,” I told him.

  He paused and seemed to think about it. He turned me towards the bed and sat me down on the edge of the soft comforter. He stepped back and I watched him begin to undress himself.

  His body was so beautiful and tan. Although I don’t think he went outside a lot, so he likely got a spray tan but it looked natural on him. There was no soft flesh on him. All taut muscle and his chest had a peppering of hair. For some reason, I really didn’t like chest hair. It was not a turn on for me. To save face, I kept quiet though.

  His clothes were placed neatly on the ottoman a few feet away. He undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants. The motion of him sliding the zipper down, I could swear every sound of the teeth spreading was like an omen. Bad or good, I didn’t know, but I heard it so clear. Mikhail wore boxers, which I always wondered why men wore those, since it let all their guy junk just hang free. It was weird for me.

  Mikhail strode back to me and my face was pretty much parallel with his angry looking hard-on. I just stared at it squeamishly. I’m as virgin as a girl can get but is it normal to feel so repulsed by sex?

  4

  What’s a virgin worth these days?

  “Wrap your fingers around my cock, Siddaleigh.”

  I looked from it-his erection-to his lust filled gaze and started to raise my hand to fulfill his demand.

  Hugging his penis around with my fingers, I thought it would have been bigger. I remember being around Konner and when I felt his, you know, it certainly felt huge. Maybe this was just average size. Then I figure, how the hell should I know? I never seen one up close, but I sure as hell thought men were bigger.

  I wasn’t complaining though. If I had to have sex, his package didn’t seem too bad to take inside of me. My fingers wrapped around him snugly, and he told me to move my hand up and down the length.

  I did as I was asked and a bead of fluid came out of the tip. I was a little shocked but happy because I think that meant I was turning him on.

  “Lick it off me, Sidda. Clean me.”

  My eyes widened when he said that. He put a hand around the base of my neck and brought my mouth to his veiny, hardened tip and repeated himself. I couldn’t bring myself to do it, so he just covered my hand with his and smeared it around my lips.

  “Use your tongue, now.”

  His voice seemed tense so I obeyed. The taste of him was salty and made me think of old salty French fries too long in a fryer. Or stale potato chips. Weird, but I learned then that I didn’t want to please him this way.

  Mikhail told me to relax my jaw, and as I was barely opening my lips, he started bringing my head over more of his member.

  “Suck on it for me, baby. Wrap that hot mouth on my cock.”

  His words didn’t help turn me on. I wanted to say no, but I didn’t want to go this far just to have it stop. I didn’t know if he would get angry.

  I moved my head as he wanted and it only made me think of a bobble head. I wanted to laugh but knew it wouldn’t be wise. I made a few suction motions and that made him tightened and tense up. He felt harder and a groan escaped from his throat as he told me to take more of him. I felt him slowly thrusting himself deeper and I felt it in my throat.

  “Damn, you don’t have a gag reflex. So good Sidda, suck it deep. All the way.”

  I braced my hands on his thighs to steady myself. He was holding my head firmly but not painfully and pushed his erection to the back of my throat.

  Not knowing if this was good or not for him I just let him continue his ministrations, “Such a good girl, Siddaleigh. Your mouth feels so damn good.”

  My eyes stung just a bit with tears as he relentlessly ‘fucked’ my mouth. He kept telling me he liked ‘fucking’ my mouth. I never heard oral sex be called that but when he said it, it sounded dirty and vulgar. My jaw was growing tired and weak but luckily it wasn’t long after I began tiring that I felt warm liquid bursting in my mouth.

  “Swallow, Siddaleigh.”

  I didn’t want to, since it felt and tasted nasty. I did though because I could see his eyes harden, and his hands stayed clenched where they were. One on my neck and the other around his penis. When he finished, he was still semi-erect. Really? He wants more? I felt a little abused and kind of used but in some twisted kind of way I didn’t mind making him happy.

  When Mikhail looked down at my face and noticed the few tears that fell from my eyes he said, “Don’t cry, Sidda, you’ll get used to it. Don’t you worry, baby.”

  He brought me to the middle of the bed and I laid down on my back to watch as he reached for his dresser and pulled out a condom.

  Climbing on the bed, he rose over me to straddle my thighs. Mikhail ripped the wrapper and the latex was slowly rolled onto his shaft. He brought his erection to my opening and rubbed his penis back and forth. I grew tense at the feeling. He gripped my hip with one hand and put pressure so I would still myself.

  “Calm down, it’s going to feel painful at first but it’ll only hurt a moment.” He pressed his hardness inside me just so and I could feel where the barrier met his tip.

  “I might have to push in hard to get through your virginity. You’ll adjust and it’ll feel much better.”

  I held myself still and did my best to relax.

  “That’s it, baby.”

  Holding himself at my hymen was making me uncomfortable. I wanted him to just get it over and done with. Mikhail looked at me, braced himself on his knees, and put the hand that was clenched on the sheets to my collar bone. He smiled and nodded to me telling me he was going, in which I just smiled attentively and returned it with a nod for him to continue.

  He held me down rigidly and he just rammed his erection through my untried flesh to the hilt. I cried out in sudden pain. “God, Mikhail that hurt. Why did you do that?”

  His grip on me tightens lightly and he pulls out almost all the way and shoves himself back in.

  “It’s your first time, Sidda, it’s supposed to hurt. Your tight little cunt feels so good on my cock.”

  I never heard that word before and I didn’t like it. Sounded so dirty and wrong coming from him. He continued his jack hammer movements and I felt like weeping and shoving him off me. But the intensity in his features made me stop and I don’t want him mad at me again.

  Is this how all first times go? Hard, harsh and without a care? No book I’ve ever read ever described it like that. I thought flowers, love, softness and tender care was what happened the first time. This was so much different. In the back of my mind, I wondered if I had waited for Konner, would it have been the same?

  I let myself lay there and breathed through the pain. Within ten minutes of strenuous thrusting, Mikhail’s face contorted into something new and he looked down at me with a smirk. The palm that was at my collar bone had ended up to my throat.

  “Oh yes! That felt so good. This pussy is all mine, right, Siddaleigh?”

  I just nodded in acquiesce and I could feel the few tears I tried holding back slip down the side of my eyes. My vagina felt really sore and when he pulled out of me. I whimpered at the discomfort, and cried out.

  “I’m going to get cleaned up. Take these blood stained sheets with you on the way to your own bedroom and bath to clean up.”

  I couldn’t help the wide eyed stare I gave to him in astonishment.

  “But Mikhail, you have someone who does the linens and things like this, Can’t this wait? I mean, I just gave you my body, I need to
-“

  I didn’t even get to finish my complaint when he strode over to me and back handed my cheek.

  “That blood came from you, so I expect you to clean it tomorrow and have them rewashed with the other linens when the laundry broad comes.”

  With that, he stalked to the into his master suite bath room and slammed the door so soundly it made me flinch. I hurried to strip the mattress from his bed and I saw the evidence of my lost innocence. I felt disgusted with myself.

  I was still naked as I quickly made my way to put my clothes and linens just outside the door and grabbed a fresh set from the nearby linen closet in the hallway to make his bed. It took all of ten minutes, in which he was still in the bath room, thank God.

  I made my way quickly to the room he said was mine when he didn’t want to sleep beside me. At first, his explanation confused me, but I am so thanking God now for the reprieve this has given me. My cheek was burning and I knew tears were streaming down my face.

  Luckily for me, the room also has an en suite, with a claw foot tub, which I love, and just the other normal bathroom stuff. Toilet, vanity, and sink. Closing the door to the bathroom, I put the sheets on the toilet and inspect myself in the mirror.

  I was shocked to see a bruise marring my collarbone and hip from where he held me. My face was red and started to swell. Not from the hit either. Mostly from the crying. The space between my legs felt raw and made me whimper out in pain. I slowly turned around to turn the water on for a shower. I stood under the hard, heavy and blistering water and thought about what just happened.

  I did not like that. Tears streamed down my face and I began to sob uncontrollably. My heart clenched like a fist. I punched the wall a few times to try and get out the anger I was starting to feel. I mean, who does that to a girl for their first time? I felt like screaming and I took my loofa and began scrubbing at my body to get the feel of him off me. I took gentle turns on the tenderness between my legs and came away with blood. I just stared at it for a time. All that time waiting? The differences I could feel in my body, made me finally feel ugly.

  I must have been standing under the spray for a good amount of time because when I felt all cried out, the water started getting cold. Stepping out, I went to the vanity and wiped a hand across the mirror. My face felt puffy, and exhausted. I walked back to the bedroom and stumbled into my robe. I left the virgin stained sheets where I dropped them in the bathroom, and went back to Mikhail’s room. Surely, he would like to lay beside me and cuddle with me. Especially after tonight. I mean, couples cuddle and like to spend the night together, right?

  I opened the door to his room and he’s lying on his back, wearing silk bottoms watching one of the scary thriller movies he loves so much.

  “Sidda, what are you doing back in here? We finished and I want time to myself. It’s late and you need to rest. I intend to be pleased just like this every night or as much as possibly when I am here. So I need you well rested. So go back to your room and do just that. Now.”

  His hard eyes made me obey quickly. I quietly went back to my room, and just gazed unseeingly.

  Dear God in Heaven. What have I done?

  5

  Out too late? I had a curfew?

  Hitting me by now wasn’t new anymore. Intimacy had not gotten any better. Then he starting calling me names. I tried leaving, he threatened me and when I told him I would go to the police, he threatened my family. My little nephews and niece. I kept silent and let him have his way.

  I’ve been to the hospital once already with a broken wrist among other things. After a stupid argument about me coming home late from school. Really? He knows how important school is to me. I remembered that late night in August so vividly. It’s only been a few weeks since it happened. It turned from great to absolute terror in less than a minute.

  2 weeks prior

  I came home late from school during the new fall semester. I was a double major, majoring in Fashion Design & Merchandising and Business Management. I already acquired my Associates in both and was wanting to work on my bachelors.

  The class ran an hour later than usual because we were actually putting together fabrics and sewing them together. It was a major grade and the professor had made it a competition that whoever made the best outfit would get the chance to showcase their designs to actual designers. It was an opportunity of a lifetime so I wanted to stay as long as I could. It became fun and exciting and I completely lost track of time.

  When I got home, Mikhail was waiting for me.

  “Do you have any fucking idea how worried I’ve been? You didn’t answer my call or text, Siddaleigh.”

  His voice raised considerably and I actually flinched in fear. Of course, he noticed this and rose from his perch on the couch and stalked towards me. This time, he backhanded me and shoved my chest with his hands really hard. It hurt something fierce.

  The shove was so hard I fell backwards and landed against the closest wall. I heard something pop and realized as I looked down, my wrist hung at an odd angle. I must have hit the brass door knob to the door I fell into. It hurt so badly and my face scrunched up with anger. I told Mikhail I was going to call the police.

  “No more. I’m tired of all this crap, Mikhail. I don’t deserve to be treated like this! Don’t make me call the cops.”

  Mikhail leaned over me menacingly and fisted the front of my purple polo shirt and brought my face closer to his.

  “I’d love to see you try, Siddaleigh. Who’s going to believe you? Don’t make the mistake of bringing the cops into your bad behavior. I have made several of the cops here money by helping them invest wisely with their 401 k’s and their IRA’s. Pretty much, most of them are in my pocket. Don’t think about going to your family either, stupid fat bitch. You wouldn’t want something to happen to any of them would you? What about those little fuckers your sisters shit out? They could always disappear. Keep your fat trap shut you fucking cunt or I’ll do worse. I’ll take you to the hospital and you’ll have that looked at and wrapped or whatever they have to do. Now get to your bedroom and clean yourself up and don’t even think about telling them how you got a busted lip and a broken wrist. Lie, if you know what’s good for you.”

  Luckily he stormed off towards his bedroom and I basically scurried to mine. I cradled my wrist with my other hand and shouldered open my room door. The corner of my lip was busted and my cheek had a small scratch that must have come from his college class ring he was so proud of. It didn’t look too bad and I figured I could probably get away with saying I fell. I did fall.

  Yeah, straight into my own hell.

  ♥

  When I waited for him to take me, he walked down the stairs to tell me since I caused the accident, I should just take myself. I couldn’t drive (I didn’t own a car), so I walked to the bus stop and waited. My wrist was throbbing, my back and head felt sore, and I was ready to ball my eyes out.

  I took one of the night buses to Texas Women’s Hospital ER. I didn’t wait too long when a nurse came, took my vitals and lead me to a room

  “Miss. Carrington? Hi, I’m Doctor Larsen, you will need to take an x-ray to determine if it’s broken, sprained or just a small fracture. However, it’s not at any odd angle so I am certain it’s not broken. But either way, it will be wrapped and need to stay wrapped and redressed by your PCP. So we’ll get that x-ray work done and you’ll have to wait until they call you back.”

  Thanking the good doctor, I stood up from the sterile bed that all hospitals use. I was walking out when Doctor Larsen cleared her throat and said my name.

  “Siddaleigh? That black eye and scratch looks a little different from normal scrapes from falling down. Is there anything you need help with?”

  I tried to hide my panic, but I guess I just couldn’t get it right. My face flamed and I looked down sharply to come up with the lie I had formed on my way up here.

  “No, doctor. I’m just so clumsy sometimes, it’s practically embarrassing. Nothing to be worried a
bout, I promise.”

  I pasted the sincerest smile I could muster and brought my face up to look at her. I could tell she knew I was lying but didn’t comment. I couldn’t let Mikhail hurt anyone I loved. I knew when I would finally get back home, Mikhail would apologize profusely. Just another hiccup in our lives.

  “Okay. Well, be more careful. Next time it could be much worse.”

  Her facial expression softened and she smiled at me as she walked away. I understood her double meaning. I figured she knew when I was lying but not wanting to argue with me or put me on the spot. She wouldn’t have won. I had people I love to protect. Nothing would stop me from keeping them safe from Mikhail.

  After the x-rays, and waiting for another hour, Doctor Larsen finally came for me and explained about the small hairline fracture on my wrist. It was wrapped and I was sent home with a prescription for pain and a three day check up with my family doctor, Dr. Dumas.

  I went to the pharmacy first by taking a bus from the ER, and then one close enough to walk back to Mikhail’s from there. When I reached the drive, I noticed his car wasn’t anywhere in sight. I made sure I texted him when I walked inside.

  Me: Just got back from ER. Small fracture. It’s wrapped. I have to go to my fam DR in 3 days.

  His reply was immediate.

  Mikhail: Good. I’ll assume you’ve learned your lesson. Go to bed. I’m working.

  Me: Okay. G’Nite.

  Mikhail: Night Siddaleigh

  You know what happens when people assume, right? It only makes an ass out of you and me.

  ♥

  Fortunately it was my left wrist, so I was able to write for most of my classes. I was taking more business classes than fashion design this semester. I only had a practical class of sewing and just basic drawing and design this semester. My professor was letting me make-up all the hands on stuff for after my wrist healed. She was super laid back which benefitted me greatly.