Alethea

He didn’t kiss me as expected, even though I was ready for him. I turned my face to the side, but with bruising force, he moved his hand to my cunt and rubbed it smoothly, despite the fact that I was clothed.

His strong grip held me captive, making my breath hitch in my throat. The dampness pooling in my belly burst forth, dripping as if it had been waiting for his touch for a long time.

“S...st...” I wanted to say stop, but the word felt foreign on my lips.

“What did you say, Ally?”

“I w...an...t y...o...u to p...leas...e s...top,” I stuttered, the words coming out between...