The Return

Having to go home to a small minded small town is one of those things you hope you never have to do. I knew I never wanted to go back. The problem was, after 14 years of marriage, we finally found out I couldn’t have kids. My husband was a lawyer who had gone into politics and he had always seemed reasonable to me, but when he divorced me, it came as a huge shock. Worse was when he took everything. The house, all of our things. I was lucky to get out with my clothes and my old car. All I had left was the old house my parents had left me in this shitty little town.

It looked almost exactly the same, nothing updated, nothing new. Just older and more faded. The house was exactly the same too. All the old furniture exactly as it had been for 50 years, the dishes in the cupboard, the old appliances. Even the clothes in my parents closet. My room was just as I left it after I had graduated highschool, right down to the Coldplay poster on the wall. There was even old homework still in the little trash can next to my old desk. It was like stepping through a time machine.

I looked around the old house, empty now for 6 years, looking for any immediate issues. Leaks in the ceiling, cracks, all the good stuff you find in a home that’s been empty for years. It actually seemed pretty solid for the most part, though the old garage door was off track and permanently shut unless I could fix it. The faucet in the kitchen didn’t work either, though the one in the bathroom did as long as I only wanted cold water. I went down to the basement and looked at the ancient water heater, knowing there was no way it was going to work. I had no idea what to even look at on it to see if it would turn on.

Instead of dwelling on it, I went back upstairs and sat down on the old couch, the cushions so worn down it felt like sitting on bare springs. Dust puffed up from it, making me cough and jump up, hurrying away from the cloud of it.

This really freaking sucked.

Suck it up. It could be worse. I could be stuck in a hotel spending money I didn’t have while trying to pull my life back together. This could be a fresh start. A new beginning.

A new beginning right back where I’d started out and dreamed of escaping for 18 years.

I decided to tackle my parents’ room first, boxing up all the clothes and other things and putting them out in the garage with the tons of boxes already out there. I would have to go through those later and maybe have a garage sale or something. Maybe I could make enough to get the hot water heater fixed?

I spent that night in my old bed after changing the linens and it felt so odd to be back in that room and that bed. It had been 17 years since I had been back here in this house. When my parents were still living, they had come to see me in their RV a few times a year and when they died, I’d had them cremated and sent to me since they were traveling when it happened. The RV had been completely totalled, burned down to a metal frame and nothing else. The house had already been locked up for them to travel so I wasn’t worried about hurrying back here and taking care of it. Then I’d sort of forgotten about it until Rick had divorced me and the judge hadn’t granted him this house as well, though he had tried for it. He’d gotten our house, the cabin and the summer house on the beach. I’d tried to ask him why he tried to take this house too and he yelled at me right there in the courtroom.

“You took EVERYTHING from me, Ava! Everything! You took YEARS of my life from me! You KNEW I wanted kids, a family!”

I think that was what hurt the most, the fact that he blamed me for not being able to have children, like I had tricked him somehow. And without the ability to have children, I was nothing to him at all. A doll for him to dress up and take to business parties and charity events. Someone to volunteer and organize and head up things in the community so he could brag about everything we did for the community. I was an accessory, and a disposable one at that once I became less useful.

He hadn’t even waited for the divorce to finalize before he started dating a girl who was still in college. A girl who was tall and curvy, built for having children.

I’d told myself I wasn’t going to cry again, but now here I was, wiping my eyes again and hating myself for being so useless. I hadn’t finished college, I’d met Rick my freshman year and he’d swept me off my feet. He was much older than I was, but I hadn’t cared. He took me around the world, showing me things I never imagined I would see, charming me, romancing me. When he asked me to marry him, I’d said yes without hesitating, I was so in love with him. I knew when he’d started demanding certain changes in me that it wasn’t really right, but I would have done anything for him. Including a breast enhancement, lip injections, fake hair extensions. He didn’t make me surgically alter my ass, that was the only thing he was already happy with, but I felt like he wanted to change everything else about me. I was fine with it, I WANTED to be perfect for him. I wanted to be everything for him.

I didn’t look back once after meeting him, not to lament not finishing college or ever having a career of my own. All I knew was charity events and organizing community events and volunteering to run things during fundraisers for charities. My whole life revolved around making his life better, making him look good.

Now me, as a person, I was useless. I was nothing without him, because he was all I had lived for. I felt helpless and lost. Where did I even start? Find a job as a waitress somewhere? I wasn’t qualified for anything.

No. I shook off the feeling sorry for myself and got out of bed, wiping my eyes. First things first. I started taking pictures of all of my high end name brand clothes, then I went up to the library and used their computers and internet to post the clothes in marketplace online. I would check back on them later.

From there I walked the single block to the hardware store, then had to step out of the way as a man came out backwards, talking to a man inside.

He turned and I stared up at him in horror.

Gerrid Hightower had been the quarterback, the dreamboat, the boy every girl in school had a crush on. He was still completely and utterly hot. I had never had a crush on him, but my heart still tried to stop beating as he turned and grinned down at me. Being noticed by one of the popular kids, even almost two decades later, was both thrilling and terrifying.

“Hey there,” he said lightly, holding the door open for me. “You new in town?”

“Umm… yes and no.”

He gave a single chuckle. “Well which is it?” he asked, stepping back inside behind me.

“I used to live here a long time ago but I moved away. I just got back yesterday.”

“Well welcome back. What’s your name?”

“Ava…” I answered breathlessly, wondering if he would remember me.

“Ava, pretty little name for a pretty little lady. What brings you here to this store, Ava? I’m a handyman of sorts, I can fix about anything.”

“Umm… I was just going to ask a few questions about my hot water heater?”

“Oh, ask away,” he grinned.

“Oh… umm… how do you turn it on? Make it work? It’s a really old one, like… 50 years old.”

“Well turning it on should be easy enough, what kind is it?”

“Umm… the kind that’s in the basement?”

He chuckled again. “How about I come take a look?”

“Oh, no! That’s ok. I was just going to ask and maybe see what I would need to fix it.”

“It’s no trouble, I’m off this afternoon anyway.”

“No, really… I… can’t afford it right now anyway, I was just figuring out how much it would cost!”

“Well, that’s a city girl talking,” he grinned. “I will take a look for free.”

“Umm… Thanks Gerrid, but really…”

“Oh ho! Now I guess I owe you an apology! We obviously already know each other, at least you know me. I don’t recall meeting you before? I am sure I would remember you.”

“She was in our class, Hightower,” the man at the counter rolled his eyes. “Ava Lowell?”

I looked at the man, then gave him a tight smile. “Hello Brian.”

“Ava,” he nodded.

“Ava Lowell?” Gerrid asked, confused. “Wait! You were that tiny little thing! I remember you! Pixie haircut, right?”

I nodded, my face turning red.

“See, now you HAVE to let me come and take a look, my way of apologizing for not recognizing you! You live on Pine, right? The old brick house that’s been empty so long?”

“Oh… umm… yeah?”

“Yeah, I did some tree work on it two years back after a big storm,” he offered, opening the door for me with a smile.

I stepped out, feeling a bit of dread welling up. I didn’t want to owe Gerrid Hightower anything. He’d always been a dog back in highschool and I couldn’t imagine a man with a face and body like his changing at all.

“Umm, it really is ok. You don’t have to do this. I just wanted an idea of what was needed,” I told him nervously, twisting my keys in my hands.

“It’s no problem at all! I can’t let a pretty little thing like you go without hot water, can I? Come on. You need a ride or should I just meet you there?” he asked, his hand on the handle of his truck.

“Umm… I have a car, I left it parked at the library.”

“I’ll see you at the house, then,” he grinned.

I felt a little sick as I walked to my car. It was fine, I told myself. It’s a small town, that’s what people do. They help old classmates. Right? And he was probably flirting a little, but I could just let him know I wasn’t on the market. I just went through a bad divorce and I wasn’t interested. I didn’t have to tell him that I’d never been interested in him, I’d always thought he was a complete asshole. My crush had always been on Mike Hanover, the valedictorian. He was so cute and so incredibly smart. He’d never looked my way once, but I’d had a crush on him since 5th grade. He’d started dating Alicia Freemont in 8th grade and they’d dated all through school and got married as soon as they were out of highschool. That hadn’t stopped me from being head over heels for him right up until I met Rick. Mike had been the only one of Gerrids friends that wasn’t a complete douchebag.

I pulled into the drive, looking at the truck in front of the house with another feeling of deep foreboding. Getting out, I went around the car and met him halfway from his truck.

“I got a call,” I lied, I didn’t even have a cellphone.”I need to go to the realtor’s office and sign a few papers I missed.”

“Oh, that can wait,” he grinned. “Melinda will be there till 6. Come on,” he smiled, taking my keys from my hand and going up to the door. He let himself in, then held the door open for me as I blinked in a stunned sort of shock. He shut the door when I came in and dropped the keys in the dish by the door as he looked around. “Wow. This place is… retro? It needs a huge facelift, doesn’t it?”

“Umm… It was my grandparents, then my parents. They never really changed much. Especially once they started traveling, they didn’t really need to. Umm… the basement is through there, the door next to the garage door.”

I followed him down the steps and watched him circle the hot water heater and furnace. “Well, good news and bad news,” he called.

“Ok?” I asked nervously. “Good news is, I can fix it. Bad news is, I’ll have to wait for parts. Parts won’t be cheap on this old model either. You might be better off upgrading. I might be able to jerry-rig it for a temporary fix, but that might now work either. For now you may have to do the old heat water on the stove trick. That old stove work?”

“Umm… I didn’t check it? And there’s no running water in the kitchen? But there is in the bathroom.”

He snorted a laugh. “Looks like you need quite a bit of work done!”

“No, I will get to it eventually! I can take care of all of it slowly. None of it is…”

“Stop acting all worried, Ava,” he smiled his dazzling smile. “None of this is a big deal and if I didn’t want to help I wouldn’t be here. Now come on, show me the rest of the house so I can see what else needs done.”

I felt a little anxious as I led him up the stairs and showed him the sink. He looked under it, then nodded. “I have what I need to fix it in the truck,” he told me, turning to the stove. “Avocado green,” he grinned. “They don’t make’m like these anymore! Still works! Oven too. When did you get the power turned on?” he asked, opening the fridge and sticking his hand in.

“Day before yesterday? I called before I came to have it done.”

“Well, don’t put anything in here that might spoil. You can keep things cool, but nothing will keep. I can look and see if I can fix it, but let me look around and see what else needs fixed.”

“You really don’t have to,” I told him quickly.

He just grinned at me as he went down the hall and stepped into the bathroom. I hovered at the door until he came out and opened the door across the hall.

“That’s just my old bedroom!” I told him quickly as he looked around.

“Wow. Guess your folks didn’t believe in updating anything or moving on?” he asked, sounding like he was a little surprised.

He stepped out, then went down to the last room, my parents room.

“Guess you’ve been working on this room? This where you’ll be sleeping probably?” he asked.

“Umm, yeah. Probably, it is the master bedroom.”

“Yeah. Foundation seems great, no leaks that I saw anywhere either. I’ll get up in the attic and on the roof later,” he told me, turning a circle in the room. He looked down at me again, then grinned. “Why don’t you come over here a minute?” he asked, catching my arm and pulling me to sit on the bed. “How could a girl as hot as you have possibly escaped my notice?” he asked, pushing me to lay back on the bed and leaning over me.

“Get up! I… look. I just got out of a bad divorce and I’m not looking for…”

“Of course you are,” he teased, leaning closer. “It’s what all you girls wanted. A chance at me. My bed for a night. That’s why you got me here, right?” he asked, leaning closer and trying to kiss me.

“NO! No, I told you NOT to come! More than once!”

“You tried to play it off, but an idiot could see you wanted to get me here alone in your bedroom,” he rumbled, taking hold of my wrist as I tried to push him off of me. He caught my other wrist and held them both above my head in one hand as he smirked down at me. “All you girls always tryin’ to get me into your beds. Some things never change, do they?” he asked, sliding his free hand down and cupping my breast through my shirt and bra. “Fuck these tits are nice, babe.”

“Stop! Stop it now, I mean it! I don’t want this, I don’t want you here at all! I never liked you, Gerrid! I always thought you were a jerk!”

“Sure you did,” he chuckled, sliding his hand down further and unbuttoning my pants. “Just relax, babe. I got you,” he whispered, kissing my jaw.

“STOP!” I screamed, trying to kick at him.

“That’s enough of that, babe,” he growled, his massive hand gripping my thigh painfully. “No more of that bullshit, ever. I don’t like it.”

I stared up at him in horror, shaking my head. “Please don’t do this?” I pleaded as he started shoving my pants down. “I really don’t want this? Please? I just want to…”

“Shhh, babe,” he rumbled, trying to kiss my lips again. “No more fake protests. I know what you want and I’m here to give it to you. Nnn, fuck. I like that bald little pussy. That looks good enough to eat,” he breathed, looking down at my exposed sex as he worked my pants down further along with my underwear. When he got them far enough, he shoved them off with his long legs before moving up to undo his own jeans.

“Please please please,” I begged, shaking my head. “Don’t do this! I don’t want this, please!”

“No more babe,” he growled, jerking my hips around so I was under him. “I know you want my cock. You want me. You’ve been dreaming of this,” he whispered, then spit on his fingers and rubbed it over my pussy.

I squealed in revulsion and his hand tightened painfully around my wrists.

“Shut the fuck up!” he grated through clenched teeth. “Knock that shit off right now! You want this! You ALL want this!” he roared, then rammed his thick cock into me.

I let out a wail of shock and horror as he spread me open and pounded into my inner wall hard enough to bruise me.

“Fuuuck,” he groaned, his head tilting back as he closed his eyes. “You feel so fucking good. So fucking hot, babe. So fucking tight. You like this cock, babe?” he asked, easing out slowly, then pushing back in just as slowly.

I shook my head, sobbing as he leaned over me and held my face in his free hand. He was slow and gentle after the initial push, making love to me as he whispered to me. All I could do was shake my head and pray for it to be over soon. When it started to feel good, I opened my eyes and shook my head harder. No! No, I didn’t want that! Not for him!

“Fuck, baby,” he whispered. “I can’t wait to eat that pussy. Hold your tight little body up against the wall and make you ride my face. You want that baby? You want me to make you scream for me? Nnn, fuck. God you fucking feel good, baby. You want my cum, Ava? You want me to cum on your face? Your tits? Inside you? You want to swallow it for me? Mmm, baby, tell me where you want it!” he groaned. I only sobbed, shaking my head.

He shoved off of me suddenly and pulled out, shoving my shirt up as He stroked his cock above me. He came, shooting a long rope of hot cum all over my bra, part of it hitting my neck. The next long rope landed between my breasts, then another over my bra again before the last one shot out onto my stomach.

“Fuck, baby,” he panted, falling into bed next to me as he grabbed my arm so I couldn’t get up. “That was fucking hot. I love the lacy frilly bra, the white looks great over that hot pink lace. Should have taken a pic of your bra and matching panties. Those are real fucking nice.”

“Please let me go!” I begged.

“A minute, babe,” he panted. “Just stay close here a minute. Let me catch my breath, then I’ll fix the sink.”

“No! I just want you to leave!”

“Don’t get all dramatic on me,” he laughed, rolling to his side to look down at me. “That was fucking good, babe. Don’t go getting all pouty on me now, you know I hate that shit.”

How could I possibly know that?!? What was wrong with him?

“Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up and you can put your clothes back on,” he grinned, then leaned in and kissed my lips before I could turn away.

I felt completely numb as he cleaned me off, taking my bra off for me and tossing it down before pulling my shirt down.

“Your tits look great through that shirt,” he grinned. “Come on. I have my tools in the truck,” he told me, grabbing my hand and pulling me outside with him to his truck.

I looked around, still numb as he handed me a small bag, then lifted a large toolbox out of the bed. He pulled me right back inside and kicked the door shut before letting my hand go as he swung me towards the kitchen.

“Pull up a chair, babe, you can hand me tools.”

“I don’t want you to fix anything,” I told him, a bare whisper. “I just want you to leave!”

“I told you to quit pouting, Ava,” he admonished. “You’re just fine. I’ll make sure you get yours before bed tonight, ok? That make you feel better? If I make you come for me? Make you scream my name?”

“No,” I shook my head, confused at how obtuse he was being. “No, I don’t want you in my house! I want you to leave! You just RAPED me!”

He laughed, shaking his head. “Don’t be such a drama queen. You brought me here to fuck you, you got what you wanted and you fucking loved it. I bet your pussy is still wet for me, isn’t it? No more of that talk, Ava, or I get to spank you like a bad little girl. Is that what you want? That get you off? Being spanked? You want daddy to spank you? Make you be a good girl for him? I can do that,” he smirked. “Open your mouth to complain again and I’ll know that’s what you want.”

I sat there miserably, glancing at the door. How long until he left? How long would I have to put up with this? His… craziness.

He finished the sink, then got up, smiling down at me. “All fixed! I’ll pull out the fridge and take a look!”

He pulled me along with him, moving my chair close so that he could reach me again. He kept stroking my leg and putting a hand on my thigh as he used his other hand and tested things.

“Doesn’t sound like there’s enough coolant. Fridge this old, they don’t use the same stuff anymore. Better off getting a newer used one. I have a friend with an extra one in his garage he just keeps beer in, he’d probably trade you since this will keep his beers cool enough. This’ll be a bitch to move, but I can handle it no problem. Noticed all the old windows too. I know a guy that replaces those for energy efficient ones and he owes me a favor. We won’t have to worry about if the AC works till spring or summer, but I’ll need to take a look at the heater pretty soon. I’ll get the size and pick up a filter, too. What do you want for dinner? I’ll have it delivered.”

“No, it’s ok. I’m fine,” I told him quickly.

“Don’t be silly. If you don’t pick, I’m just getting a pizza. That ok? Yeah? What do you want to drink?”

I just stared at him in complete disbelief. After what he had done, he was just going to pretend everything was fine and normal? What kind of man did that?!?

Getting up, he pulled me to the living room as he dialed the phone. I pulled back when he went to sit down. “I haven’t vacuumed those yet, they have years of dust on them. Enough to choke a horse.”

“Good lookin’ out babe,” he grinned, tapping my nose with his finger. “Hey Ron! Gerrid. My usual, but a large not a medium and a two liter of pepsi. Different address too, hold on. What’s the address here babe?”

I told him glumly and he repeated it back to the man, then hung up.

“Why don’t you grab the vacuum and I’ll take the cushions out and shake them out?” he asked, picking up two cushions from the couch.

I stared at him with my mouth open, then sighed, pulled out the old vacuum cleaner and hooked up the extension so I could use it on the furniture.

When the pizza arrived, he brought it in with a grin and set it on the dining room table, pulling me to sit down next to him. “We can finish up a few more things after we eat,” he promised, putting a slice of pizza on my plate. “I’m gonna need to install you a dishwasher too,” he noted, looking around the kitchen as he ate. “What do you think, right there next to the sink?” he asked.

I shrugged, watching him warily.

“That’s the best spot,” he nodded. “You know, I can paint this room too. Update it, paint the cabinets. I could make it look great in here as soon as you switch out that ugly old stove. I’m guessin’ you ain’t working yet? That’s why you’re waitin’ on everything? I could find a stove pretty cheap, one newer than that one that’ll look better. Maybe even free. I’ll ask around, I have a lot of friends in this town. You’ll be needin a washer and dryer too. I’ll put out feelers on that too. Eat up, babe. Still a lot left to do before bedtime!”

Taking a bite of the pizza, I sighed glumly. What the hell was wrong with him? Did he think of sex, even taking it like he had, as some sort of payment for his work? Why was he doing all of this after taking what he wanted? Why couldn’t he just leave and leave me alone now?

After he ate, he cheerfully started doing other little things around the old house, then he saw the garage door.

“I can work on that tomorrow after I get done with what I have scheduled,” he told me, looking it over.

I said nothing, just glowering at him. Tomorrow my doors would all be locked.

It was dark out when he grabbed my hand and pulled me back to the bedroom. “You have any blankets for this bed? A sheet or something?” he asked.

“Just my blankets in my old room,” I answered slowly. He didn’t think he was spending the night here, did he?!?

He did.

He grabbed my blankets off the bed and tossed them on the fitted sheet before grabbing me with a grin and tossing me on the bed.

I immediately tried to sit up and move to the other side of the bed and off, but he caught my ankle and pulled me close.

“I made you a promise, babe,” he smirked, undoing my pants as I tried to push his hands away.

“No! Not again, please! What’s WRONG with you? Why can’t you just leave me alone?” I cried, trying to twist away.

“I said that’s enough!” he yelled, grabbing my arms and pinning me down painfully as he put his face in mine. “You won’t act like this again, do you hear me? Do I need to punish you before you’ll listen, Ava? I will if I have to! That’s enough!”

I stared up at him wide eyed, my breathing rapid as my heart hammered in my chest. He was… not right in the head!

Standing off of me with a rough shove, he started taking his clothes off, glaring down at me.

He still had an amazingly sculpted body for a man in his 30’s. I didn’t understand it at all. He was hot as hell, a perfect body, what was his hangup with me? I was a no-one back then and I was a no-one now. Useless.

Leaning over me, he yanked my pants off roughly, then my shirt before standing and looking me over. His look went from angry to hungry as he looked at my face and smirked. “Babe… you are so fucking hot.”

Liar. I was just an easy target for him to do what he wanted with. A vulnerable woman all alone with nothing.

He pushed my legs apart and I tried to wriggle back, but he grabbed my thighs and looked at me with a cold and commanding look. When I went still, staring at him in a panic, he pushed my legs open wider and looked down at me.

“Love the pussy, baby. Shave or wax?”

I shook my head, too afraid to speak.

“Answer me, Ava,” he snarled loudly.

“Neither! Neither… he… my ex took me to get it all removed. Electrolysis.”

“Fucking hot,” he breathed, running his fingers over my mound gently. “I fucking love it, baby,” he half whispered, moving closer, positioning himself so that his face was a few inches away from my pussy. “You like having your pussy eaten baby?” he asked excitedly.

“No!” I cried quickly, though I actually had no idea. Rick had never done that for me.

“Then you haven’t had it done right,” he smirked, his eyes moving up to meet mine.

“Gerrid, please!” I implored.

“Hush, babe,” he rumbled, then leaned in and kissed my mound.

I let out a whimpering cry and closed my eyes wishing I would wake up and this wouldn’t be real.

He kissed my mound again and again, moving lower as he did until he kissed my clit. His tongue darted out, licking quickly and making me twitch slightly. My eyes opened along with my mouth as I sucked in a breath. His tongue darted out again, then he licked slowly up and down my entire slit, making me shiver involuntarily. Turning slightly, he kissed my labia on one side, then sucked on it, pulling and tugging with his lips. He moved to the other as I squirmed and blinked up at the ceiling, trying to block out the feelings he was bringing up.

It felt good, but it wasn’t overwhelming, just… very nice.

His lips moved to my inner folds and he sucked again, his tongue swirling and flicking before he pulled back, sucking hard, letting them slip out as he pulled.

I was panting, trying not to focus on it, trying not to let the bliss in.

His lips closed around my clit and he sucked again, more gently this time, pulling gently as he sucked over and over again, moving his head slightly to pull.

“Oh god,” I whispered,” shaking my head. It felt amazing. Everything I had read about and more, it was divine!

He opened his mouth slightly, pulling more of my mound up with my clit, then his tongue began rolling my clit and pressing against it, rubbing back and forth.

I whimpered again, but it was in ecstasy this time. This was so much better than I had ever imagined!

His hand released my hip and I realizedI had relaxed my legs for him completely, opening to him. Slipping his hand around, he eased a finger into my pussy, then twisted it, turning it upward and curling it slightly to rub from the inside.

I let go completely, no longer fighting or trying to stop it. I wanted more! I wanted to come, I could feel it building up. I went tense, trying to urge the feeling closer, pull it to me.

Gerrid growled, and I realized I had tightened my thighs around his head, but he seemed to like it as his mouth worked harder and faster.

I let out another whimpering wail, lifting my hips up off the bed, pressing into his mouth. His finger worked faster inside me and his mouth sucked harder, his tongue working furiously.

“Yes,” I whispered as it rose up, then clenched my teeth as it hit. Sweeping over me like a torrent, it was so different from anything I had done for myself with a vibrator. It was bigger in every way, making my body shiver and tremble almost violently.

Gerrid moaned, his mouth still sucking and working me as I let out a keening wail through my clenched teeth. A sharp, very different pleasure spiked up, almost painful and I felt fluid squirt out of my pussy as I cried out in shock.

I came down, confused and out of breath, my muscles not wanting to move at all.

“Mmmm, baby, that was fucking hot,” he laughed throatily, lifting up to run his hand over his wet chin and neck. “I think you like having your pussy eaten, don’t you? Your ex just sucked at it.”

I looked back up at the ceiling, not bothering to correct him.

Grabbing my leg under my knee, Gerrid moved up on the bed, pulling my leg up with him as he moved. I didn’t even have time to open my mouth to say no before he shoved his hard cock into me. I was so wet, he slid in with ease and I hissed in a breath as my body immediately woke back up.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so fucking good,” he breathed, letting out a deep breath as he held himself there a moment. “Like your cunt was made for my cock. How long have you wanted my cock, baby? How long have you dreamed of it? Is it better than you imagined? I fucking know it is, baby. Look at you. Fuck, you are so fucking hot, baby! You feel so good!” he groaned, pumping slowly.

He kept talking, his words turning softer as he stroked my face, but I hardly heard him. My body wanted more than what he was giving me. I wanted faster… much faster.

I moved my hands down to his hips and pulled as I lifted my own hips, trying to force him to move faster.

“Mmm, baby, this what you want?” he asked, shoving in hard and deep, hammering into me rapidly. “This how you like it, Ava? Fuck, you’re gonna fucking cum again, aren’t you?” he asked wondrously. “Fuck yeah, baby,” he growled, moving even faster.

I cried out, it was all too much! The pleasure spiked painfully again, a bliss filled explosion as more fluid squirted out of my pussy.

“Fuck, baby! I’m coming!” he panted, then growled lightly as he shoved in and held himself there, thrusting very shallowly as his cock throbbed and spilled into me.

“No,” I whimpered, shaking my head as he collapsed on top of me.

“Holy fucking shit, baby,” he panted, trying to catch his breath. “That was fucking amazing!”

I shook my head again, regretting giving in to him, wishing my body hadn’t betrayed me so utterly.

“Fuck,” Gerrid panted, rolling off of me to the side of the bed closest to the door. “I need a fucking shower but I can’t do cold showers,” he laughed. “I’ll have to wait till morning when I get home. My dreams will be amazing, smelling your pussy all night,” he laughed, rolling to his side and pulling me higher on the bed as he moved up. “You get the wet side, but it’s low enough you won’t even notice it,” he grinned. “Tiny little thing you are, your feet are a foot away from it. Bet you’re wiped now, aren’t you?” he asked, leaning over me, propped up on his elbow as he held me around the waist with his other hand.

I looked away to the far wall, not answering him. My cheeks were burning with shame, I was so humiliated!

“Come on over here, babe,” he rumbled, pulling me against him and turning my face to his. Forcing a kiss on me, he held my jaw tightly in his hand. His kiss was hard and forceful, not soft or pleasant at all.

Finally letting my face go, he curled around me with a low rumble and sighed as he pulled me in close against him. Within minutes, he was snoring softly, his face nuzzled in my neck and hair. I could only lay there, still stunned and confused and completely defeated.

Was this my punishment for ruining Rick’s life? For not being able to give him children? For being a completely useless human being?

Once I was sure he was asleep, I tried to ease out of his arms slowly, but he was a light sleeper, immediately waking and jerking his arms around me with a growl. Three more times it happened and he woke every single time. The fourth time he sat up and leaned over me.

“Damnit, Ava! Stop waking me up! You know I have to work in the morning! Be still and go to sleep! Do you want me to beat your ass?”

I went still, hunching around myself and going stiff.

He had to work in the morning, that meant he would leave. He would leave and I could lock him out. I could go into town and talk to the police and tell them he was a psychopath. Be rid of him.

I lay there planning, going over my options, thinking about what I needed to do as soon as this creep was gone.

An eternity later, I was still laying there, sore and stiff as the sun came up. I started wondering what time he would have to go to work and if I should wake him, but I didn’t have to wait long as his phone alarm went off across the room in his jeans pocket.

“Fuuuuck,” he grumbled, rolling out of bed and fishing for his phone to turn off the alarm. “It’s too fucking early,” he mumbled, falling back into bed as I eased off the other side. “Lay back down, babe,” he sighed. “Just two more minutes, I have the snooze on. C’mon.”

I glanced at the door, then decided it would be better to humor him for five more minutes than it would to try and run and piss him off. I eased onto the bed and he immediately yanked me close and rolled over the top of me, groping and kissing.

“Wait! You said sleep!” I panted, trying to twist out of his grip.

“Nnn, babe, I said get back in bed,” he grinned. “I’m gonna fuck you till you cain’t fucking stand, baby,” he chuckled, shoving my legs apart roughly.

“Gerrid, please!” I cried, trying to roll away.

“Mmm, fuck yeah, baby, beg me to fuck you,” he rumbled, moving down enough to press his fingers against my vulnerable pussy, rubbing almost painfully hard against my clit as he shoved a finger into me dry. “Nothin’ better than starting the day off right,” he breathed, pulling his hand up to spit on his fingers, then rub it over my slit as I cried out in revulsion.

“Gerrid!” I yelled, my hands trying to push him back as he moved up and pressed his cock to my now wet slit. “Don’t, please!”

“Shhh, baby,” he groaned, then pressed the head of his cock to my slit and rubbed it along the wetness there. “Fucking hot,” he whispered, then grabbed my leg and pulled it high before grabbing the other one. He shoved them both high as I cried out, folding me in half before pressing his cock to my slit again and ramming in with a roar through clenched teeth.

I screamed as his cock slammed into me, the pain of it immediately turning into bliss and waking my needs.

“Fuuuuuck, Ava,” he breathed, lifting himself up to get a better angle as he held himself up on my doubled over legs. I could hardly breath and the pain was tremendous, but my body didn’t seem to care as I immediately got excited. I could see the muscles in his chest and arms working as he held me down and started pumping his hips into me, it was both beautiful and heavenly as his cock pounded into that spot over and over again. The pain, the forced submission, being held down, it all seemed to roll together and feed the excitement and need. I liked it. I never imagined I would like it, but it felt so good, being controlled, being made to submit.

My body was his.

I let out a wail of surrender, feeling half delirious as he fucked me.

He came quickly, throbbing and pulsing inside of me, his cum filling me and making me whimper and beg for more. I wanted to be completely full of his cum! All of me.

His breathing was rapid and heavy as he leaned over me and I was still writhing with need. I wanted to come still! I wanted more pain and more control! I wanted to be owned completely! I wanted to be filled with him everywhere!

“Please, Gerrid,” I begged as he eased out of me. “Fuck my ass and fill me up with all your come,” I begged, not even hearing myself as I pleaded with him deleriously.

“Mmmm, baby, gladly. I will take care of you tonight, I promise. Be ready for me, babe, I am going to take you places you’ve never been,” he rumbled, kissing along my jaw as he got up. “Touch yourself for me,” he commanded as he started to pull his clothes on.

I didn’t hesitate, reaching down to rub my clit.

“Finger yourself too,” he demanded.

I slid two fingers into my sopping wet pussy and rubbed harder around my clit as he watched me.

“That’s fucking hot baby,” he smirked. “That’s my perfect fucking girl. Get yourself off for me, baby. All day. I want you to stay right fucking here in this bed and make yourself come for me and think about me all day. I’m gonna pick up a few toys for you baby,” he promised. “Keep you nice and full and satisfied while I’m at work. Another finger baby. Fuck yourself nice and hard. You close baby? Mmmm, I’m gonna make you squirt for me again tonight while I’m buried in your ass. You want me to fill you full, baby? Bring a toy for your cunt while I fuck your ass?”

“Ohhh…. Yes!!! Yes please!” I begged, writhing on the bed as I tried to bring myself closer.

“You want me to eat that ass?” he asked, his mouth in my ear now.

“Mmmmm, I don’t know… I want to come! I want you to tell me what to do, Gerrid! I want to be yours, I want you to own me! Please! Tell me!”

“I want you to come for me, baby,” he purred, kissing along my neck as he reached down and slid a finger into me alongside my own. He fucked me with it slowly, then eased it out and slid it down to my ass and pressed it in.

I hissed in a shocked breath, my eyes going wide as his thick finger filled my ass. “Ohhh! Gerrid! That feels… oh god, don’t stop!” I begged.

“Mmm, baby, fuck!” he growled, ramming a second finger into my ass and fucking me with them roughly.

“Oh god!” I cried, letting the pain and excitement and bliss roll me completely. I came with his mouth on mine, whimpering into him as he held me down.

“Fuuuuck, babe!” he breathed, pulling back to look down at me in wonder. “That was so fucking hot! You are perfect babe, so fucking perfect!”

I only let out an exhausted sigh as he leaned in and kissed my head, then stood. I closed my eyes for a moment, then when I opened them again, the room was warm and the light was odd. Sitting up, my body ridiculously sore, I realized it was afternoon. Maybe even evening. I had no idea.

Jumping up, I ran to the front room and locked the door, then the deadbolt as well. I went to the back door and locked it as well, then let out a relieved sigh.

As amazing as it had all felt, I didn’t want him and his craziness back here, not at all.

How could I find out what time it was? I really needed to get a phone. I remembered there was a wall clock in the hallway, but it looked like it had stopped working years ago. I had zero idea what time of the day it even was! It didn’t matter, I realized. My day would be normalized tomorrow. I put water on to boil and ran more water in the tub as I waited for the water to heat. It had been years since I’d had a bath of any sort, let alone a shallow and tepid bath. I didn’t care, I was clean. I felt much better after I was clean and from the look of the light, it was starting to get late as I dressed and went through the rest of my things.