Lucy

Chapter Two - Mistakes Made

Jeremy - The Past

God she was so f*****g beautiful. Sitting there on the floor, big green eyes staring at me in fear. Those large, pillowy lips in an angry pout. 

I can't wait to f**k that defiance out of her. The thought of that made my d**k twitch. My c**k was pressing uncomfortably in my jeans and she was staring. 

“If you love me, why are you doing this. Why would you hurt me?” She asked softly through tears.

Ah. There she goes. She was so f*****g manipulative. With those pouting lips always pushing whatever button she could find.

“You let Adam hurt you. For years you let him hurt you and now you want to marry him?” I demanded. I could barely recognise the sound of my own voice.

“What are you talking about?” She asked.

That confused expression of hers was incredibly annoying. But, I guess she didn't know he was about to propose. My best friend of 15 years was going to propose to Lucy, the love of his life. And she would undoubtedly say yes. 

And then I will lose everything. I thought. The all too familiar feeling of hateful jealousy rose in my chest. Mixed with the alcohol already making my head feel woozy and my damn hate hard on, I was a mess.

But not tonight, no, right now Lucy was all mine. And only mine. Tonight I would know what it felt like to touch her, to hold her, to be inside her. After tonight was over, I would be gone. She would tell Adam. He would rally the club up and come knocking. He'd stab me a couple of times to make me suffer before shooting me in the head. Then they would burn my body in whatever field they could find. It was his M.O. 

Or maybe he'd make it quick, considering we had been friends for the past 15 years. Either way, there's no chance I would be let off after forcing my way on Lucy. No, Adam would kill me. 

I would need to be gone by tomorrow.

“Tonight, at the pub. He was going to ask you to marry him.”

An expression passed over Lucy's face. Pure, unfiltered love. 

God, it was sickening how much she cared for him. That love struck look on her face was quickly replaced with anger. I guess I am ruining her engagement, after all.

“You stuck with him through years of heroin abuse, and him beating you, and all the other women. So I guess, the next logical step would be marriage.” I said matter of sarcastically.

She was quiet, staring at the floor. Every now and then she would let out a gentle sob. Her beautiful t**s bounced up and down. Her white sundress clung to her curvy frame.

Her soft blonde hair rolled over her face as she stared at the floor. 

Fuck, I was losing my hard on. All this talk about Adam was upsetting. 

I need her now.

“Lucy.” I said gently. She looked up, anger in her eyes. I walked over and stared down at her and softly smoothed back her hair and stroked her reddened cheek. “I'm going to f**k you.”

Her beautiful face scrunched up in a sob and she recoiled back. “Don't, please.”

“Shhh, shhh. If you don't do what I say. I'll make it hurt.”

Her eyes widened in shock, but she still looked so defiant. I slowly grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back roughly. She yelped in pain. 

“Take out my cock.” I commanded.

She stared at me, tears running down her cheeks. She was desperate, looking for gentleness in my eyes, looking for the love of a friend. She wouldn’t find it. Tonight, the love I had for her was locked far away, replaced with primal need.

I didn't let go of her hair as she lifted her hands to my pants. She undid my pants clumsily and pulled them down. An audible gasp escaped her lips when she saw my size.

I smirked at the shock on her face. She was softly biting her lower lip in contemplation. It was so f*****g sexy.

I gripped her hair harder and she responded by tearing her eyes away from my d**k and looking back up at me. She wasn’t crying anymore. In fact, she looked...curious. She very slowly wrapped her lips around the tip and gently pulled me inside her mouth.

“Oh my God. Oh, fuck.” I moaned. 

I almost collapsed right there. It was better than I thought it would be. Seeing my d**k in her mouth, with those soft lips pulling me in and out. To be honest I didn’t think she was actually going to do it, I thought she would fight harder than this. Her warm mouth enveloped me completely and her expert tongue ran underneath the full length of my c**k.

I felt my balls tighten and had to take a few breaths to stop from exploding in her mouth. No, not yet. I need to take control of this situation. I grabbed her head and in one thrust shoved my c**k down her throat. She tried to pull back but she didn't gag. 

“Wow, no gag reflex huh?” I said, trying to catch my breath. I had heard Adam joke about this once.

No. Don’t think of him.

She suddenly stilled and her hands hung limply at her side. 

“Look up at me.” I snapped.

She opened her eyes and looked up into mine. I slowly pulled my d**k out of her mouth and marvelled at how when I pushed back in she rolled her tongue down the side.

 “Should I c*m?” I asked breathlessly.

Anticipation crossed over her eyes and she nodded eagerly.

I laughed. The f*****g b***h thinks she is going to get off easy. She thinks she is going to suck me off and it's all over? Not a f*****g chance.

I pulled out and she immediately tried to pull away from me. I laughed and she wiped spit off of her chin. Her face was full of hate. I couldn't help myself. 

I pulled her up by her shoulders and dragged her to the antique mahogany dressing table I had in the corner of my bedroom. I would f**k her right here. Bend her over the smooth brown wood and make her watch in the reflection of the mirror as I made her mine.

She was still struggling under my hold and fighting me. Well, she would stop that soon. I slammed her body over the dresser and her head bumped against the mirror. I pulled her head up by her hair and locked eyes with her reflection in the mirror.

“Watch.” I shouted. My voice was hard and angry. In the drawer of my dresser was my ties. I ripped one out and bound her hands behind her back. I made it just tight enough to scare her but not enough to harm her. It was silk after all. I pulled her soft white dress up to her shoulder blades. I ran my hand over the curve of her back. She was so smooth and she shivered under my touch. Her beautiful eyes were red with tears as I stroked her back and ass. I roughly yanked down her black lace panties and her whole body flinched at the exposure.

“I'm going to hurt you.” I said softly. She let out a whimper and her body shook under my hand. “But I will make you feel good. I promise. You will c*m harder than you ever have in your life. Harder than he will ever make you cum.”

She looked confused. And that sweet expression was all I needed.

Smack. I bought my hand down hard against her ass. She screamed in pain and tried to lunge away.

“No!” She yelled at me.

“Yes!” I screamed back and spanked her again. “Shut up and take it or I swear to God I will grab my belt and you won't be able to sit for weeks.”

She closed her mouth and her eyes burned with rage. But not for long. I was going to f**k that out of her. Soon.

Smack. Another whimper.

“That is for every short dress you wore in front of me.” Smack. “Every time you moved your body in my direction.” Smack. “You think you can just swagger around and get whatever you want.” Smack. “You think there are no repercussions to your actions?” Smack. “For every time you held me. For every hug.” Smack. Smack. “You knew it all along.” Smack. “You know how bad I've wanted you. I have done everything for you.” Smack. And suddenly I couldn't hold back anymore. I lost control. Hate and jealousy poured from me and I spanked her as hard as I could. It would bruise, but I didn't care. Smack. Smack. Smack. My hand hurt. Smack. “This. Is. For. Making. Me. Love. You.” Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

I caught my breath. She was a quivering heap on the dresser. Tears rolling down her face, staring at her reflection. I hadn't noticed that she had stopped yelling in pain. Her ass was a beautiful red. I had hurt her.

I looked up at her expression in the mirror. Her eyes suddenly locked onto mine. I couldn't name her expression. I couldn't know what she was feeling. But I needed more from her. I needed her to feel more of what I felt every day.

“Please stop.” Her voice was coarse. Soft and pleading. “It's okay now. I understand.”

A flash of anger rolled through me and my d**k twitched. It was too much now. I needed to be inside her.

“I-” My voice came out shaky and nervous suddenly.

I pulled my eyes away from her glaring face in the reflection of the mirror. I looked down at her body. Her dress was scrunched up over her back and she looked amazing. I had fantasised about this...about her, for so long.

“Jeremy.” She said my name loudly, snapping me from my own thoughts. I looked back into her reflection, she was still bent over the table, breathing heavily. Her eyes were huge and angry, filled with tears, but there was something else there too...something else in her eyes.

I very slowly trailed my fingers over her back as I positioned myself behind her. I stared into her eyes as I slipped two fingers inside her underwear, and gently traced the outside of her lips. Of course she was waxed clean. I wanted to bend down and lick her but there was no time for that. I slipped my fingers inside. We both gasped. She was surprised at the invasion. She was so smooth and slick. A drip of her juice rolled down my finger.

I laughed in shock and she frowned at me.

“You want this. Baby girl, you want me.”

I didn't give her a chance to say another word. In one quick motion I grabbed my d**k, aimed at her p***y and slid straight inside with no resistance. She squealed underneath me as I bottomed out inside of her. It was perfection. 

“I have wanted this for so long.” I breathed.

I was finally inside her. I bent over and kissed up her back, around the side of her throat. I rolled my fingers over her lips. Then I pulled out and slammed in again. Her lips parted in a gasp of air as I slammed in again.

“You are so tight. It's better...better than I thought it would be.” I whispered. I could barely speak. I was in heaven. Inside her was heaven. I stared at her face. Her eyes were closed, her cheeks flushed pink and her mouth parted gently.

“Lucy.” I said sternly, holding myself still inside of her. “You want this? Do you want me to continue?”

“Yes!” She cried out. Her p***y tightened around me as she said that. I moaned as I watched the pain pass over her face in the mirror. But she never looked away. She was looking at me in the mirror. I picked up the pace and I sank my fingernails into her reddened and bruised ass. I pumped harder and harder. The dresser rattled with each thrust. My balls made audible slapping sounds against the bottom of her ass. Yet, the defiance in her eyes remained.

“Tell me you love me f*****g you.” I pumped into her tight wet p***y. “Tell me I'm making you feel good.”

She said nothing. But I could feel her rapid breathing. I could feel her wetness running down my thighs. I paused and she did it. She did exactly what I thought she would. She moved her hips back towards my d**k, wanting me inside of her again.

I laughed like a madman and furiously thrust back into her. Sweat dripped from my.forehead. I dug my fingers into her hips hard in order to steady my thrusts. And make her hurt, of course. She moaned in pain at that and her p***y clenched again.

I was losing control. I was running out of time.

“Tell me.” I bought my hand down hard on her ass again. She cried out. “Tell me!” I spanked her again. “Tell me. Tell me!” I was growling at her now. I felt like an animal claiming my prey. She writhed underneath me. She was in pain and she was scared. But she was not giving up the fight.

I needed to c*m and I fought back the feeling. No, she would come first. I would make her. I had to stop. I pulled out and rested my c**k over her ass. She wriggled against me. Her breathing was heavy and her pretty hair was stuck to her forehead with sweat. She was staring at me. She bit her lips and thrust her dripping wet p***y back against my groin. I couldn't help but moan out in pleasure. Even not being inside her made the lower half of me ache with need.

“You want it.” I sighed. Pleasure and desire pooled in my stomach. My chest burned. My heart skipped a beat. I leaned down and traced kisses over her back. “Your body tells me. Your heart tells me. Just let it go, baby. Don't think. Just feel me.”

“Do it!” She moaned breathlessly. She was pulling against her bound hands now. Moving beneath me. 

“You are going to be mine.” I growled at her and pushed myself back in hard. She moaned again in pain but bit down on her lip to stop herself crying out. She squeezed her eyes closed.

“No! Watch!” I wrapped my hands in her hair and pulled her head back. I wrapped my other hand around her throat and squeezed carefully. “Look!”

Her eyes flew open and they burned with lust, and anger. I f****d her harder than I have f****d anyone before - and there had been many. But nothing compared to this.  I pounded and pounded and her moaning got louder. Her p***y was tightening around me and my balls tingled in response. God, I was going to c*m hard.

And then she did it. She screamed. She screamed out “yes, Jeremy, ah, f**k!” And then she was cumming. Her p***y was spasming over my d**k. Her breath was coming out in short deep gasps and her mouth was in a perfect O. That was all I needed.

“Baby yes,” I groaned. She took a deep gasp at my words and shivered beneath me. I pumped inside of as my orgasm rolled through my body. She was twitching and breathing hard underneath me. I felt her legs go weak and just the dresser was holding her up. I pulled her against me, her arms still bound and collapsed onto the ground on my knees with her on my lap. I felt my c*m drip out of her p***y onto my thigh.

She was weak in my arms, and I was just as out of breath. Her head was rolled back against my shoulder and in between trying to catch her breath she was sobbing. She was crying more than I'd ever seen her before. Not the first time Adam hit her and she arrived at my door in tears. Not watching him nearly overdose. She cried more than at the funeral of a mutual friend's 5 year old son killed in a gang drive by. I ran my fingers over her chest and across her breasts that had fallen out of her dress during my brutal f*****g. I pinched her left n****e hard and she didn't even flinch - she just cried.

“Shhh baby it's okay. I've got you. It's okay.” I lifted the straps of her dress and gently pulled the dress over her exposed breasts to cover her up.

Sadness suddenly flooded through me. This was it. This was the last time I would see her. The last time I would feel her against me. I would need to leave after this, she would never forgive me for making her cheat on Adam.

“The hugs and cheek kisses were never enough for me.” I realised that I had said this out loud when she let out a small whimper underneath me. My arms were will wrapped around her. I kissed her neck and her sweat tasted like a divine mix of sweet and salty.

“Why must you be so perfect?” I asked quietly.

And then I was crying. I couldn't help it. Years of anger and pain and jealousy flooded through me and tears washed the sweat off my face. She felt it and quietened down as I pressed my cheek against hers as the tears fell.

“I love you. I love you.” I cried 

She was now still under my arms and not saying a word. The anger rises back into me as quickly as it had left. I threw her off of me and she landed face first onto the ground. Unable to pull herself up because of her bound hands. I pulled my box of smokes and lit one up.  She tried to squeeze her legs closed under my gaze and glared at me.

“Please just let me go now.”

I crawled over to her and kneeled over her beautiful, curvy body. I turned her over onto her back and winced as she lay uncomfortably on her bound hands. I blew a puff of smoke into her face and she coughed. 

“So f*****g beautiful. But, I don't like you telling me what to do.” I kissed her forehead gently. I'm sure I felt her relax beneath me. “I'll smoke if I want. I do whatever the f**k I want.” I kissed her slowly. I wanted my tongue deep inside her. She kissed me back and my d**k twitched back into life. But no, not again. That was it, it was beautiful, but it was over.

I spread my legs on either side of her, pinning her down.

“Again?” She asked. She seemed genuinely surprised and not as scared as before. I'm sure I saw a flash of desire in her eyes.

I didn't understand that. And I would probably never understand her. I scrunched her dress back over her smooth stomach. I took another drag from my smoke.

“You should leave.”

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