Will You Into My Will (Chapter 55)

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We didn’t talk much on dinner today. Will’s eyes were settled on reading some magazines the whole the time we sat together. Occasionally, he lifted his head to look at me, but that was just it. No words. He was  treating me like some stranger, he had just picked on a highway.

After i got back to bed having brushed my teeth, i realised he was still awake. I was hoping he’d be asleep because i wanted to avoid his interrogation, which i knew for sure he was waiting to have with me. 

I slip inside the blankets silently, pretending i didn’t notice him stare at me. But then he gave me no choice, ‘You are late’ he commented.

‘Oh you are still up?’ i question, pulling up an innocent front.

‘Well, Goodnight baby’. I give a kiss on his cheek before he could reply, turning to opposite side, to face away from his  probing look.

He doesn’t reply. I feel a chill on back of my neck, from his cold stare.

‘Beep’. My cell phone vibrates with incoming message alert.

‘Not again. Oh God’ I panick mentally, struggling to reach for my phone.

‘I will take that’ Will snatches it from my hand within seconds. And before i can say anything, he reads it.

‘Who is it from?’ i stammer.

‘No one we should be worrying about’ he replies, tucking cellphone away under his pillow.

I look at him and the pillow, under which my cell phone beeps two more times with new messages.

‘Come here’ he says, pinning me to the bed. His both hands against my wrists. ‘You have important things to worry about’. 

Who was it Will?.’ I ask again.

No reply. He keeps his silence, moving towards the foot end of our bed dragging on his knees, appearing aloof, drawing away my blankets  as he does so. I shiver. I am nervous. I know this pattern. I have seen him like this before. This is the side of him, i am scared of.. 

Folding my legs on to my knees, he pushes away my t shirt exposing my belly. ‘Will’ i call, more loud this time. He proceeds, absent-minded, his hand movements controlled, robotic, removing my under wear.

Lifting my hip up then he puts a cushion underneath me, inclining me at an angle. Moving closer, he attempts to part my legs. I resist, vigorously.

He scowls, again, for more than a fifth time, gripping firmly on my hands and pressing my legs. For the first time now, i understand ‘his silent treatment’.  He is angry. He is jealous. It is Brandon who was texting me and whatever he wrote, was not to his liking.

‘Oh God’ i sigh. ‘I don’t want to feel what i felt the  last time..’.

He remains hushed.

He observes my expression intently, tight-lipped while  manipulating me around. Still looking, without breaking his eye contact for seconds, he then puts his fingers to his mouth sucks on them for  a while and advances them to my opening between my legs. He is intimidating me.. he knows it. But he doesn’t mind. He is too full of hatred, lust, anger and of himself..

Up and down, round and round, in and out, his fingers run without a break, inside me, till he thrusts them deeper in me with a sharp force.  ‘Stop it!’ i scream. ‘Open your legs then’ he snaps. ‘Lets just fuck. That’s how i like doing you!’

 

Its paralysing to hear such despicable words from the man you love.. I give away. If its only body that he wants, he can have it. I am not stopping him. 

One moment, I love this man like i could love nothing else in world and  the other moment i hate him, hate him from the very pits of my heart!

 

 

 

 

 

Will You Into My Will (Chapter 52)

CAUTION. Only 18+ please. The following post contains explicit scene.

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Our blankets fall on the floor, followed by remaining of our clothes. We crawl, turn and twist then, like two snakes, out on a cold winter day gliding over each other trying to preserve our thermal heat. Our kisses deepen and our hands start pursuits of their own to the forbidden spaces.

I stop now and then again, my lips departing from his only for moments, to cherish what that is truly mine. His skin reflects radiantly beside me, under the light shade of the lamp, like underneath his flesh are the thin sheets of glasses that trans illuminates the faintest of luminescence. And his hair is damp. It’s moisture locked  in, highlighting the intensity of colour inside  each individual strands, as though, they  were a mesh of soft fibres, woven out of slates of blackest charcoal. His eyes match to this, his hair, the depth of the color almost abstract to my precision.. drawing me in, luring me into his mysterious aura, engulfing me inside his concealed world.

He advances. His lips leaving behind a print of kisses as he goes, making me paralysed, receptive to his will. I shudder and flex my legs intuitively, pulling the sheets under my feet as he reaches my thighs and stops to kiss its insides.  Anxiety begins to strangle me in. ‘Do it..’ i whisper, high on oxytocin; the love-cuddle hormone flushing rampantly on their peak action, jostling in my channels.

He puts on the sheath and running his erection up and down the cleavage between my legs inserts it into my opening.

‘Damn that hurts’ I cry, wincing with pain.

And it did. It felt  like being stabbed with a blunt knife.. The pressure tearing up a part of my flesh, making way for an opening that i physically never felt before.

He tries it again. Still only half way through. My eyes starts watering. ‘Mia did say pain was to be expected, when she had her first with James….’ i try to recall. But she hadn’t mentioned  the extent. And whoever wrote that, it was painless and they didn’t feel a thing on the internet, now i knew were big bluffs. Either they were really drunk to remember,or were under drugs or had no pain receptors down there.

‘Are you alright?’ Will asks after a while, looking intently at me, noticing my wet eyes.

‘Alright’. I try to smile. And i was. Of course i wasn’t expecting it to be like  ‘Woooow’.. Because, every one knows the first  time sucks the most, yet you also remember the most. So it was important for me with who i was doing it. And it was Will. Could anyone  blame me for being so tolerant?  

‘Your tight’ he remarks, making a gentle hip movement again.

‘Are you..er…virgin Cam?’ he  asks confused,a little while later, unsure if it was the right thing to question me at all.

‘Dah..‘ i roll my eyes at him. Why was he asking me this?

‘Am sorry’ he apologises. ‘I just thought…’

‘You thought i am sleeping around!’. ‘Was it even the right time to have this conversation? Typical Men.’ My mood starts going down hill from there.

‘No. I’m sorry’ he apologises again. ‘You were dating..and i didn’t think you’d keep your promise..’

‘You are half way through my vagina’. I remind him, moving my hands to my face and to my hair. ‘I can’t believe this’. I sigh.  ‘Its painful do you know?’

He smiles and lands me a sweet kiss out of nowhere,hearing it. Then thrusting in me he replies,   ‘I know but that is just for first and second time i suppose. At least thats what i heard. After that, you will be asking for it’. He jokes.

‘I hope so. Cause your not helping at all’.

He chuckles. ‘I am being  as gentle as possible. Its hard to be patient with you’.

‘Yeah’ i make a face at him.

He puts me in a tight wrap then, curling over me. ‘Because i want you, and because you want me, you have to handle this’ he murmurs on my ear, pushing hard, deeper in my pelvis.

‘Because we will do it the next time, the next and the next’ he continues, arousing me back to the peak. His words, his voice so seductive , i was dissolving, feeling fluid, shapeless like water. 

In no time, my tunnel feels his full length blocking my exit and my pubic bone hits his, pressed underneath.

He motions then, stretching on his elbows on to and fro motion. His lips half open, breathing out and in, his eyes locked into mine..

Every movement is painful, every movement becomes pleasurable.

I curve and stretch under him. In no time, i learn his beat. And we are lost, finding each other, seeking a solace in our bodies.

‘I want to come’ he speaks, almost slowing down now, heavy in my arms.

I nod.

‘Won’t you ask me where?’ he says, holding my face into his hands.

‘Where?‘ i ask.

‘Inside you, without a sheath’.

I raise my brows.

‘Not this time of course’ he assures. Then curving his arms around my back, his fingers hinged against my shoulder blades, he rams in me again and again.

I bite. He moans. I bite harder. His legs extend, his muscles stiffens and then he limps.

We lie there exhausted, breathing hard. Our sweaty bodies against each other. His abdomen still pressed on mine, displacing my belly under his, as he takes in another gulp of air.

Love is beautiful. Love is painful, pleasurable, giving, demanding, carefree, obsessive, lonely, caring… Above all, love is thrilling; a bliss in the abyss of emptiness.