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Ember

B y the time we were alone again, it was early evening, and we were both exhausted. It’d been a pretty eventful day. My dads had left a new phone with me, courtesy of one of the many deliveries they brought in, and then they left, locking us securely inside the house.

It reminded me of our old house that Blaze now lives in with Anneka, because it was super modern, very devoid of personal touches, and very high tech. The doors were coded and locked, and the windows were made of that unbreakable stuff my dads like so much.

I don’t even want to know why they have another house like this, but hey, maybe my dads are preppers expecting the apocalypse. With them, literally anything’s possible.

“Em, the pizzas are ready,” Ethan called from the kitchen, having tossed a few pre-made pizzas in the oven for us, so we could get some rest after. I’d changed into a t-shirt and sweatpants I’d found in the room I’d moved into. There were drawers full of them, and they just about fit me, if I rolled up the pant-legs. Again, I have no idea why they’re here, but it’s one of many things I’ll probably never ask.

We sat down to eat like civilised people, and started off with an awkward silence, but Ethan decided to break it with a charming subject.

“Uh… Em…”

I lifted my eyes from my plate, mouth full of pizza.

“Mmm?”

“Are you uh… are you sore after what I uh…” Oh. He meant down there. I shook my head, then hesitated and shrugged a little. It was a little tender, but not painful.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, pushing his plate away, half a slice still sitting there.

“Can you stop saying that now? I get it, what I asked of you was a real asshole thing, and you hate yourself for doing it, but I don’t hate you. I needed to do it, and you did what I asked, even though you didn’t want to.”

Ethan sighed, wrapping his hands around his coffee mug, staring at the dark liquid instead of at me.

“You really don’t get it, do you?”

“Get what?”

He tapped his fingers on the side of the mug.

“I did want to. I do. I still want to. I’m a fucking monster, because I want you naked again, and I want to be inside you. I want to cum inside you again, because I like the idea of my cum in you.” Should I tell him I’m not on birth control, or is it pointless at this point? I knew girls could get pregnant their first time, so it was probably already too late.

“Was it… I mean, if you put aside the whole emotional mindfuck part of it, was it… was it good?”

I pushed aside my empty plate and waited for his response, wondering what answer could possibly be acceptable in this situation.

“Was it good? Was fucking you good? Was being balls deep inside you good? Was feeling your virginal barrier breaking the hottest thing in the world? I don’t know what answer you want here, but I fucking… yeah , it was good. Better than good, even though I feel like I should hate myself.”

How long would he torture himself over this?

“Ethan, if I don’t hate you, I don’t see what right you have to do so. It was my virginity and I’m glad it’s gone, and more than that, I’m glad it was you. What if it had been one of those assholes when I was a kid? What if I’d gone through that at the body of a teenager who couldn’t control himself any better than you did? At least I got to be with the man I wanted inside me.”

Ethan sipped his coffee. “We need to talk sleeping arrangements.” I nodded, because I’d been thinking about this.

“I’m sharing with you,” I said, right as he spoke.

“We should sleep separately.” What?

“No. What? Why?”

Ethan picked up the plates and took them to the kitchen, and I followed.

“Ethan?”

He slammed a plate down and glared at me over his shoulder.

“I just fucking told you why. Did you not listen to a single thing I just said? I want to do it again, dammit. I want you naked again, I want to be inside you again. Hell, I even want to hold you down as I fuck you, so you just have to take it, instead of being some sassy little thing, and trying to control things. I warned you that I was a monster, but you all think you know me better than I do. I know what I’ve lost of my soul, but I don’t know if you realise just how little is left of the old me. Your dads were right. I’m a predator. A threat to your safety. The only people dumber than you for trusting me, are your dads, for giving us this chance. You know how much damage I could do to you in a week? A night?”

He advanced on me, trapping me with my butt pressed against the kitchen counter, his arms either side of me.

“You’re so vulnerable, Em. So small, and fragile, and breakable. I’m strong enough to force you into anything I want. I could push you down to your knees, and forcibly fuck your mouth and throat, and you’d have to take it. I could bend you over this counter, and fuck you hard, no matter how you struggle, because I’ll always be stronger.” His body pressed against mine, and I felt the ridge of his hard cock in his trousers.

He wanted these things, and he wanted them now. My heart thudded in my chest, and panic started to rise. If he wanted these things, I had no escape from him. He’d make me do it.

“And that’s why we’re sleeping in separate fucking beds, Em.”

Ethan

I MIGHT HAVE BEEN forced to stay here, locked in with the most beautiful fucking woman I’d ever known, but she was also the woman I forced myself inside, while she sobbed and begged me to stop. For that reason, I planned to keep her at arm’s length the entire time we were here. Eventually she’d get the message that she would be safer away from me, and they’d let me go.

We retired to the rooms we’d selected, and although I couldn’t find a key for the door of my room, I figured she’d stay put and away from me, because I’d just scared the hell out of her again. I had to do it, but damn, what I really missed was the camaraderie we’d shared, when we worked on her projects together.

Student and teacher, that dynamic had worked well for us, and it had been some of the best times of my life, definitely some of my best work. Figuring out how to tap into a student’s mind and their creativity, and how to unlock their learning potential, was something I prided myself on. Letting her stretch her artistic muscles in class just allowed her to clear her head, and focus more, and she’d passed her exams, so clearly I’d done something right.

Ember writhed beneath me, her body still mostly asleep, while I forced my cock deep inside her. Her eyes popped open, and I trapped her gasp with a hand over her mouth. She started to fight me, but I easily overpowered her, pinning her beneath me, as I forced her to take every brutal thrust of my cock deep inside her.

Tears pooled in those beautiful blue eyes, dripping down her face, as she kept struggling against my firm grip.

“Your tears don’t shame me, Em. I want your sweet little pussy, so just shut up and take it. You belong to me now, and I get to fuck you whenever and however I want.”

She sobbed beneath my hand, and finally I moved, letting her speak.

“I hate you! I hate you, stop hurting me, please!” I locked both hands around her throat and started to tighten my grip, watching her as she realised she couldn’t get air, and I wasn’t going to free her. Her hands clawed desperately at mine, her face darkening to red, as lack of oxygen started to kill her.

I shot up in the bed, sweat dripping from my bare skin as I gasped for breath, like I’d been the one choking, rather than the monster killing her as I fucked her.

Jesus . That was horrific. I threw the covers back and swung my legs around to get up, and the fact that my dick was rock hard, and weeping, just disgusted me even more. Why the fuck was I hard?

I lifted my hands and stared at my palms. These hands were killing her, just to shut her up. I turned them, checking the backs for scratches, because that dream had been so fucking real. What if I really did hurt her? What if I killed her, and returned to my bed like nothing had happened? Was I so fucking far off the beaten path that I’d turn to murder?

Fuck. I got up and practically staggered on trembling legs, opening my door and stepping into the hallway, cool wood against my feet sobering me a little more. Giving me a semblance of clarity. I had to check on her. I had to make sure I hadn’t hurt her.

I listened outside her door for long moments, but the rushing sound in my ears made it impossible to hear if she was even alive in there. I carefully opened the door, peering into the darkness, like I’d be able to see her.

My feet led me to her bed, without any conscious thought or decision making, and yet she was so silent, the covers thrown back from her bare skin. She was naked. She wouldn’t sleep naked, not around me. I must have done this to her. The lump in my throat was choking me now, the panic and dread rising in me, because if I’d hurt her, I’d never forgive myself. I’d kill myself before I’d let myself live another moment in a world without her alive in it.

I rested a knee on the bed, leaning closer to try and catch a sound from her, a breath, anything, to know that she was living, and I hadn’t done what the dream had shown me.

Ember suddenly screamed loudly, lurching away from me, and scaring the living shit out of me, before we both fell silent, each of us with a hand on our chests as we gulped in air. She’s alive . I didn’t fucking kill her!

“What are you doing, Ethan? Were you trying to do something to me?”

I shook my head, hoping she could see the movement in the darkness. My eyes were adjusting to it, but even so, it was too dark for this conversation. I reached for the lamp by her bed, flicking the switch, both of us squinting against the sudden brightness.

“Ethan?”

I dropped onto my ass on the bed, rubbing both hands over my face as I groaned.

“Jesus.”

“I need to know what you were doing,” Ember said quietly, sounding as unnerved as I felt.

Her hand suddenly touched my shoulder, and I flinched, my mind still caught in that nightmare, and making me feel even less deserving of her touch than I’ve ever been.

“Ethan?”

“I… I had a bad dream, that’s all. I had to check on you, had to make sure you were okay.”

“By scaring the shit out of me?” Despite everything, I laughed, just once, but it felt alien after so much fucking destruction of my life and my soul.

“Yeah, I guess so. Sorry. I’ll go back to my room.” I stood up and reached for her lamp as she caught my hand again, drawing my attention to her nakedness, and her innocent and fucking sincere face.

“Will you sleep better here with me?” Probably, but I also still have a boner, and I really want it inside her. What if this is how it happens? What if the dream is some kind of portent, and I’m making it come true, by being here right now when she’s naked and vulnerable?

“No. It’s safer… you shouldn’t sleep naked either. It’s not… you should wear something.”

“Because you can’t control yourself? That sounds like a ‘you’ problem, Ethan. I’m in my bed, you’re the one creeping on me.”

Hell. She’s not wrong, is she? I got the hell out of there before I took her up on that offer, and then took her body up on the offer she’s not even fucking making.