HIS ABUSED AND TORMENTED MATE

Chapter 4

I couldn't believe what was happening, my own brother was molesting me. I was starting to believe that this was what I was born for, to be men's s*x slave, to be an object used to satisfy men's s****l needs. I tried fighting him but he wouldn't budge, he was a soon to be beta after all and he had been training for the last 5 years. He tied me to the bed before kissing me with so much passion. I silently cried as he violently but my n****e while cupping my other breast. He started kissing me roughly till my lips were swollen and then trailed kisses down my neck and chest, then slowly made his way down to my belly and to my v****a. At this point, I was wet (I don't know why) but I couldn't wait to feel him deep inside me. He slowly licked my c**t making me moan in pleasure. Ryan never caressed my body like this and this was my first time being muffed. He slowly slid his tongue in my p***y and I couldn't help a moan that escaped my mouth, he slowly started licking and biting leaving hickeys in my private areas. He then slowly put one finger in my p***y and started to put it in and out in a slow torturing manner. Then he slowly pulled out and once again started licking my juices. I was not in my right state of mind but I heard myself saying "please... f**k me baby". And with that my very own brother thrust in to me hard and rough and I moaned in pleasure. He kept on plunging into me for what felt like eternity, I had an one o****m after the other till I felt like I was going to black out. I started seeing back dots but before I could fully slip into unconsciousness I felt him plunging into me for the last time before he had his final release.

I woke up the next morning, tucked in my bed with flowers next to my nightstand and a card written "last night was great". I remembered all the events that transpired last night me asking him to f**k me. "what was I thinking Daisy?" I ask my wolf. She doesn't answer, see Daiz as I like to call her, has been very depressed since Ryan the r****t started molesting me 5 years ago. We have a poor relationship because she feels that I do not fight enough, I do not stand my ground when it comes to men. She feels that we will be unworthy of our mate and that our mate will reject us when he finds out that we have already been used. To be honest, I don't blame her for feeling that way but I just wish she could come back and talk to me for a little bit, she is part of me after all.

I woke up and dragged my self to the bathroom, feeling dirty. I look myself in the mirror and see all the hickeys in my chest and neck. I take a much needed shower and get out as soon as I can. I have to go to Molly's Cafe before I'm late. I opt to wear a pollar neck and a denim jacket, with my black leather skirt and my Dr martens boots. I quickly grab my bag, my phone and keys and head out the door. As I'm descending the stairs, the smell of bacon hits my nose and my stomach growls. But I can't stay for breakfast because one: I am already late for work and two: I had s*x with my brother last night. So i guess the bacon can miss me today. I quickly greet Maria and give her a quick kiss on the cheek before I dash out of the door.