His Brutal Grip
A cruel hand gripped my cheek, forcing my head to turn. In my two eyes, which had now faced him directly, rage burned bright. His face twisted in irritation as he glared at me.
“....Ugh. It hurts.”
The pain in my cheek, which I had endured from my father’s blows, was so severe that my forehead creased in agony. Yet he continued, seemingly unbothered, squeezing my wrist as if to mock me.
“It’s… hurt. Ahh, it hurts.”
I was a person who would collapse at the slightest bump. Yet here he was, mocking my pain, making it even worse, leaving my heart aching.
“The wound. What is it?”
I wondered. How could he, who never showed any violent tendencies, behave this way? If I were so utterly hated by him, why such cruelty? Had he looked at the scar on my skin, or was it still hidden from his eyes?
Or maybe he saw it, but simply didn’t care.
I lowered my gaze, unwilling to meet his eyes. And gave him the answer he wanted.
“I bumped into the table. It’s nothing.”
It was an obvious lie anyone could see through. Even a taxi driver would notice. But he, who didn’t care about me at all, didn’t realize my lie.
“What a child.”
Instead of scolding me for why he was bothering, he smirked with the corner of his mouth. His brows furrowed deeper. He spread his legs wide, then thrust his body forward in one swift motion.
“...Ugh.”
The inner walls, opening as he wished, resisted with all their might. But his powerful force drove them to the very bottom.
“Haa. Haa.”
Hearing his rough breaths, he began to move his hips. The tightness felt unbearable, yet he repeated the thrusts, his satisfied contractions growing stronger. As he squeezed his penis with sloppy sounds, his waist movements became even more violent.
He threw his weight onto my body as if to break it, but his waist twisted flexibly.
“Hah! Ha!”
When he stuffed his mouth with my nipple, sucking it greedily while rotating his hips wildly, I thought of a ridiculous idea: if only his penis could stay inside me forever.
It felt that good. He knew exactly where to press to drive someone crazy, and now he only pushed in one spot, making my breath catch and my body tremble.
He lifted his waist without even breathing. He seemed completely uninterested in lust, yet I kept rising and falling beneath him.
Anyone watching would think he was craving my body. But he was so cold and detached.
My entire body was soaked in sweat and fluids, yet he didn’t even break a sweat. It wasn’t a problem with his stamina.
It meant sex with me was boring to him. So why did he keep having sex with me? ...Even though he had that woman, even though he now had someone he loved.
“H…a. H…a.”
My eyes darkened completely. He had chosen to have sex as revenge on me tonight. He held me tightly, but his actions were without love.
I would feel an orgasm even in this soulless act and slowly fade away. He had wanted exactly that.
Even though I had found the answer I had been searching for, I wasn’t happy at all.
“If I say open your legs, you open them quietly. Don’t forget.”
Reminding him of how I had pushed him away earlier, he murmured low. His waist movements started again.
Thud! Thud-thud!
It was a merciless motion. Just thrusting. Since he didn’t want to pile up, just thrusting. That was all.
Yet my body reacted to him.
I collapsed in pleasure given by him. Wet with ecstasy, I screamed and unconsciously wrapped my arms around his neck. The spot where we joined was hot, and I shook my hips desperately, begging him to thrust deeper.
He grabbed my shoulders and pinned me down on the bed. He commanded me not to hug myself, not to touch him.
I let go of his shoulders weakly and looked up at him.
His pitch-black eyes, which showed no affection at all, stared at me as if thinking of something.
“.....”
Was he thinking of that woman? Was he rejecting my hand because he felt guilty toward her? Was I the one who reminded him of that woman?
Tears welled up, and I blinked rapidly. His waist, which had been turning in circles, pushed his penis in shallowly.
The tip of his penis entered and exited the hole again and again, stimulating it.
The thoughts that kept rising, thoughts that seemed to destroy me. I decided to focus on sex. I clenched my hands to not touch him and matched my waist movements to his rhythm.
He caught my ankle and lifted my leg onto his shoulder. The position made my legs close and my labia stimulated, causing my eyes to tremble.
He placed his full weight on me. Unconsciously, I wrapped my hand around my belly.
Thud! Thud!
“Haaat! Haaang!”
My body folded almost in half. Every time he threw his weight, my hips bounced up on the bed from the rebound. Then he pounded again, I bounced again, and when I rose from the rebound, he threw his body again.
“Kya!”
My whole body trembled violently, and something burst from below. I released a short scream and arched my back like a bow.
I don’t know how I pushed him away. My waist swung wildly up and down. It wasn’t my movement, yet it rose and fell on its own.
This reaction was new to him, and he watched me quietly, as if surprised.
“Hu…ug. Tr…up.”
Tears burst from the continuous contractions and relaxations. In front of him, I never wanted to cry, yet my tears flowed like a waterfall.
I was going mad. It would be better if he stopped. But my body moved on its own. From below, water spurted like a waterfall, and my body twitched as if electrocuted.
“Hu…up. Abnormal, hu…up… abnormal...”
Begging him to do something, to please stop. But he just watched.
As if questioning a child, I lowered my hand. I thought that poking below would stop the twitching. No, blocking below would save me.
I probed my labia with my fingers and moved them to the area around the hole. I hesitated, not knowing how many fingers to use, but like him, I decided to insert three.
I forgot that he was watching. I just wanted to collapse in pleasure right now.
I slid my fingers along the side of my waist and pushed three fingers inside.
“U…ug”
Three fingers caused a rejection; one of my inner walls expelled them. Forced, I pushed in two. Just like him, I searched my memories and shook my wrist.
“Huueng, hu…ueng,”
It wasn’t satisfying, but the inner walls, which had been contracting and relaxing strongly, welcomed me with a smile. The flesh around my fingers felt so soft it seemed like it would melt.
Puff, puff, poking my inner walls with my fingers, my wrist quickly got wet. Since my fingers couldn’t reach where I wanted, I kept complaining from my mouth.
I bent my waist lower and tried to insert my fingers as deep as possible, but this wasn’t it. They had to be longer and thicker to poke the spot I wanted.
“........”
I looked up at him with eyes clouded by pleasure.
He was staring at me with an unyielding gaze. Then he reached out his hand.
“Haaang! Haaat!”
As soon as he grabbed my wrist and pulled my fingers out, he thrust his penis in. Just from insertion, I reached orgasm and threw my whole body, pushing against his shoulders.
I had no time to think. A feeling unlike anything before washed over me.
It seemed like I might die right here. I couldn’t make a sound, my breath stopped. The peripheral nerves of my whole body twisted inward.
In a moment of insanity, I twisted my waist and curled my hands and toes.
Thud!
He had pulled out completely, then thrust in one go, and his movements stopped.
“H…a.”
A small breath came from his mouth, and soon his waist trembled slightly. My body was still not calm, but it had become better than before.
When he pulled out, a chill ran over my body. I curled up to the side and covered myself with the blanket. Now, if he left, I would sleep under it.
I kept sleeping.
“........”
But he didn’t leave. What now?
I was so sleepy I could barely keep my eyes open, yet a gaze pierced my back like a needle.
Ah, right. The wound.
While checking, it didn’t seem bad. Why did it look that way?
When I moved my body while fidgeting my legs.
He climbed back onto my body again.