The Betrayal

The Fire of Desire

“Girl, you lookin’ fine! Did you get all dressed up for me?” I just looked at him and glared.

“I don’t have much else to wear now do I?” He smiled and leaned down to me. I turned away from him, and he kissed me cheek. He pulled me up by grabbing my hand and bringing it towards him and up. He pulled me close to him and grabbed my ass. He tried to kiss me, and I turned away. His hand went up my shirt, and I could feel him, feeling me up. He had his hand now at the bottom of my shirt, and next thing I know, he is pulling it off. I let him but turned away from him. He then pulled me close again. This time he stuck his hands down my pants and then suddenly pulled them down. I turned again to look at him. He was looking me down again. I started feeling embarrassed. He pulled me close and kissed me, passionately, and long. He walked over to the table and grabbed something.

It was a box of matches, and he took one out to strike it. He took it and brought it to my forehead. I burned, and I flinched. He stuck another and touched it to the tip of my nose. I snapped my head back in pain and looked at him. I don’t know why I couldn’t move or  if I just wouldn’t. I just kept looking at him. Finally, I got the nerve to speak.

 “What’s going on?” He smiled as struck another match. He held it up to my face and dropped in onto my foot. I jumped and started hopping on one foot.

“Just having some fun. I know how much you like bonfires.” He laughed and struck another. This time he brought it to my lips. It touched my skin, burning for an instant, receding to numbing burning sensation. He flicked the match away and kissed me. My lips burned when he touched me and I tried to move them, to relieve them. I tried curling them in, but my mouth was wet inside, causing it to burn even more. I then turned them out, inevitably opening my mouth. I felt his mouth open and his tongue appeared first running across my teeth. Instinctively I opened my jaw and leaned toward him. I was lifting up my arms when he pulled away and struck another match. I opened my eyes and looked at him, eyes wide. He was holding a lit match in his hands. He touched it to my neck, and immediately to the other side. It burned the first time, but by the time he got to the other side, it was only warm. He told me to close my eyes and I just looked at him like he was crazy. He told me again, more angrily. I did and I heard the sound of the match running along the side of a box. I tensed up, and I felt the warm of fire by my eyes, followed by the pressure and burn on my eye lid. I heard him immediately strike another and I opened my eyes but he grabbed my face and shut my eye. I stopped moving, not wanting him to touch the match to my hair. I felt the searing pain, and then the tears start to run down my cheeks. They ran down quickly and eventually onto my neck. The tear hit the new burn, and it stung. It was a burning pain, but it felt good. I inhaled and Sean released my face.

I opened my eyes and I felt the burns pressing against each other as my lids folded. My eyes were watering and the tears were forming rivers down my cheeks, onto my neck. He noticed this and kissed both my eyes, following the tears down onto my neck. I leaned my head over, and he kissed my neck. He kissed my other eye and did the same. When he got down to my neck, he kissed me and my body heaved. He started sucking and I could feel his tongue on my neck. My body was tensing. I was starting to breathe faster. He pulled away and started kissing me. I opened my mouth and he did the same. Our tongues were dancing together in that space between. I felt him guiding me, moving my body. I felt something hit the back of my legs and I felt him push me. I fell and my head hit the wall. Tears welled up in my eyes and my hand had hit the wall when I held it out to break my fall. My hand hurt from the impact. Sean was on top of me again. His knees were around my hips. He had the box of matches in his hands. He took one out and struck it. He brought it down to me. Right between my breasts. It burned but in a good sort of way.

I was wondering what Dust would think about this. The fact that I was enjoying some sort of pain, especially in this case. I was quite an odd sensation, such a fine line between pain and pleasure. He struck yet another match and brought it to my stomach. This time he presses the match into my skin, searing it. I inhaled and closed my eyes. I heard him strike again and felt it on my stomach, farther up, closer to my chest. I looked at him, waiting to see what was next. I looked at him and he had a handful of matches. All were in the same direction. He was looking at me rather maliciously. He took the bunch and struck them all against the side. Somehow all of the matches ended up lighting. My eyes widened as I watched his fingers loosen on the matches and they slowly fell. I tried to move, but he was holding down my hips firmly and I could go nowhere. I could feel as each one hit millimeters from each other on my abdomen. I winched as each made its mark. When all the matches were either on the ground or at least off me I looked down. My belly was spotted with red marks. I just gasped. What just happened? Wasn’t he afraid he would start the couch on fire? What about the floor? Me? He turned himself around and leaned down. I couldn’t see what he was doing with his hands anymore. I was listening intently, trying to prepare myself or whatever was next. I heard the matches run across the box, and I tensed. I felt the flame on the top of my foot, and soon again on the other. My feet flinched and he slapped them.

“Stop that, stay still.” Heard another match light and then felt it on the sole of my foot. I heard something louder and then many burns on the tips of my toes. I tried to squirm, but he slapped me again. “Do I need to punish you? Stay still bitch.”

I heard the louder strike again and again I felt the tips of my toes burn again. Again my toes flinch. This time my leg twitched, and my knee hit his chest causing his head to snap back, and I heard his jaws click. Oh s**t, I’m in trouble. He sat there for a minute, not moving, barely breathing. I didn’t dare say anything. I heard a match strike and I was wondering what was next. I felt touch my inner thigh, and immediately another strike and my other thigh. I was trying to keep as still as possible. I was thinking of Dusty.

 I remember one day we spent at the mall. I don’t usually like to go to the mall, but I needed to get out of the house, and I could use some new clothes. We were at the mall and we just grabbed some food to eat. I had grabbed some pizza, 7 cheese, and she grabbed a double bacon cheeseburger. We were sitting down to eat talking about how horrible math has been lately. A couple of guys from school walked by behind her. They saw me and started laughing. I looked up and shook my head, turning away. Dusty saw this and turned around. The guys saw her and shut up and walked away quickly and quietly. She turns to me and we laughed. People were afraid of her. She could be pretty rough when she needed to, but she wouldn’t hurt a fly if it wasn’t bothering her. We finished eating and kept going with our day. We ended up getting a few outfits each, along with a few other things we probably didn’t need. Sean never seemed to be afraid of Dusty like everyone else. He always seemed ready to pull something on her. I thought it was just because she was my best friend, he felt threatened by her.

I was brought back when Sean had his hands behind my back. Instinctively I arched my back to give him room to move his hand under me, but I soon regretted it. I felt him following my bra, eventually finding the clasp. I tried to push my back down, stop him from undoing it. He kept going, I couldn’t stop it. He had his hands around it, trying to figure it out. If this was happening at any other time I would have burst out laughing at how long this was taking him. Except that this is exactly what I didn’t want. I wanted to keep my bra on. I tried to take his arm out from under me, but he slapped me.

“No! You are going to pay by the end of this.” He flipped me over and undid the clasp with both hands. I felt him slide the straps over my shoulders. I kept my arms by my side. He flipped me back over again and practically ripped it off me. I tried to turn away, twist my body so I wasn’t facing him. But he only slammed me back down on the couch and slid himself up closer to my head to keep me from moving. I tried to kick my legs, but he just had to give me that look, and I stopped. I started crying, just wanting out. I heard him strike another match, and this time I felt the pain at the base of my breast. Another match and another spot. He kept doing this until both breasts were outlined with a red ring of burn spots. He stuck another match and I tensed up my body. I felt it on the side of a breast. Another match and the other one got burned. He struck a match and I looked into his eyes; I saw something that I’ve never seen before. I can’t explain what it looked like, or even a similar one. But he held up the match and brought it down. It touched the tip of one of my n*****s and I winched at first. It had a strange enjoyable aftereffect. It’s much like an aftertaste, when you eat something and then a few seconds later have a different taste in its place. It’s like that only with feelings of touch. At first it was painful, very painful. But let it be for a few seconds, and it was somehow wonderful. A feeling I didn’t want to go away. I heard the match light again and felt that searing pain. I waited for that aftereffect and when it came I couldn’t help but let a small sigh exit my body.

I felt him stop what he was doing. I could feel him slid back down. He leaned down and had his hands around my breasts. He was rubbing them. I felt raw where he burnt me. He was slowly moving up, gently squeezing as he went. I was trying to ignore him. Trying to stay quiet, to keep from enjoying this. His hands made it up, and he ran a finger across the n****e. I moaned, and he put his mouth on one. I felt his tongue moving, moistening my flesh, inflicting pain every time he touches a burn. He was working his way up again. I knew what was coming and I was getting ready. When he got close, and I held my breath, hoping it would help keep me from moaning again. I worked, barely. He tried again and caught me off guard. I moaned, low, and he could feel him smile. He sat back up and I felt him pull down the panties. I just stayed still trying to not upset him. I heard a match strike and I was filled with fear and dread. I felt his fingers slip inside. He was moving me, and I was contorting. I heard a match strike and then felt him separate me. I could feel the heat and then the searing pain on one side. I heard another match strike and more pain on the other side. Another match burned the center. The next one burnt father down. The next was inserted inside me. It burned for a second, but he left it there. He stuck another and pulled the first out, to insert the other. He repeated the process many times, each time getting the match deeper.

“f**k!” I looked up. I saw that he was out of matches. I thought this was done. I put my head down and sighed. He suddenly got up and left the room. I thought I was going to get up and be able to get dressed. He came back in, weapon in hand. He came toward me with a lighter. He lit it. I saw the flame and backed away. He came at me fast. He held me down and lit. He held the end to my arm and I felt it burn my skin. I screamed, and he lit it again, this time catching my cheek. It hurt and I tried to move his hand away. He lit it again, and this time it hit my chest. I was still struggling with him trying to get the lighter away. He got angry with me, and he made it known. He pushed me down onto the couch, slamming my head down on the arm. It hurt, and tears welled in my eyes. He got between my legs and pushed them apart. He stuck the lighter inside me. I felt him light it and hold it there. The pain was intense, and I tried to get it out. The tip was starting to burn my flesh, and the flame was eating at me. I stopped moving. It wasn’t worth it. He finally took it out. He took it out and mounted. I knew what was happening and did nothing to stop it. He penetrated and it burned. He pulled out after what seemed like forever and left me on the couch.