"I told you not to follow me." She screamed with pain and tears, as I stood with my head against the door, scared and broken-hearted for her.
I was begging her to come out or let me in. I could not leave her alone in such a state. She just had a heart-wrenching conversation with her father, which, like always, did not end very well.
She had turned so angry that she had to leave and rent a room in a hotel far from them. That was not why we went to visit them.
For once she wanted to spend a good time with her family, but somehow they always broke her wishes along with her heart.
"Please, don't do this. Let me in!" I begged, minding my tone. I did not wish to cause another scene for her to handle.
"Go away!" She shouted again as a response and a clattering sound of things falling echoed after.
Things were escalating faster than before. Something was different this time!
"Please! You're scaring me! Let me in!" I continued, timid in my soul. I knew what she was capable of. She could harm herself in such a situation.
"I won't leave. No matter what you say. You have to let me in!" I continued, wishing for the door to unbolt as quickly as it could.
But she did not open it until I faked my departure. I had to fake my footsteps leaving her and seal my lips tight while I hid myself beside the door, glued against the wall.
That was my only chance, and I quickly took it as she opened the door to check if I was gone.
I grasped her and carefully pushed her inside, quickly locking the door after.
"Why didn't you leave?" She screamed, her eyes red and full of tears, her lips parched and her body unstable as she released herself from my grasp and pushed me toward the bed.
"How could I leave you?" I answered, as I scanned the room and found the bottle of the liquor broken on the floor, while she was pacing back and forth before me, troubled.
It scared me. What if she had done something with those broken pieces of glass?
"You need to listen to me," I added, as I carefully began trying to reach her. "Calm down!"
"Calm down? Did you see him laughing?" She boomed, angrier than she was, and continued.
"He was laughing at me when I was crying."
It did happen, but not today. It had had happened a long time ago, and I realized today had triggered that memory which was until now buried inside her heart.
I did not deny her, but kept quiet, listening to her as I remained steps away from her.
"How could he laugh? Hearing those things that happened to me? How could he do that?"
She continued, breaking my heart once again. Every time I hear her say those things my heart sinks.
I feel so much pain, just from hearing it from her that it scares me to think the amount of pain she must have felt when she witnessed it.
"Oh, what do I do?" I just want this to stop!" She growled, halting, and landed her eyes upon me, filled with fury and pain.
I knew something was brewing inside her and I needed to stop it as soon as possible.
So, I quickly took off my belt and placed it in her hands. "They say only a bigger pain can cut off the wound you already have. But you do not need to give it yourself. Give it to me."
Her eyes that had frozen on the belt in her hands altered onto mine with astonishment filled in them.
"Don't worry. It won't hurt me much. We've done this before for fun. Do it too, soothe yourself this time." I simply said and quickly pulled off my pants, walking to stand against the wall.
"You can hurt me as much as you want," I stated and waited for a minute, which was filled with silence and fury.
Then suddenly I heard her footsteps. "You are making me do this. It is not my fault." She said with a jittery tone and I agreed. "Yes. I am telling you to do this."
I turned my head around to look into her eyes and added further, "So do it already."
Swiftly the pause in her hands and the composure of her eyes broke down with a loud sound and sharp pain in my ass.
It was painful how strongly she had splashed me with the belt. It reciprocated what she was going through. But it was okay. I knew I could handle that.
It wasn't much, even though it had left me shaking and aching from the pain.
She took another minute before she hit me again, just to continue it again and again. I felt my
soul shaken with each hit, my knees getting weak and my ass was burning with pain.
The hits were strong, sharp, and quick, making me fist my hands on the wall and clench my jaw to gulp down the pain.
As much as I was feeling the pain, it aroused me as well and I could not believe myself for getting turned on in such a situation.
I wished her not to notice it, but she did. "I can't believe you're such a pervert." She laughed as she halted the hits and planted her hand on my length, grasping it with strength.
"Does my pain turn you on?" She questioned in my ear as she began jerking my length, making me gasp for air and throw my head on her shoulder.
"No. It's my pain that turns me on." I stuttered and felt her hand sway away from my length just to replace the sweet pleasure with another strong hit on my ass.
"So, you will cum if I keep hitting you?" She boomed another question with another hit, making me jitter and nod, unable to look back at her anymore.
"You're such a degraded pervert!" She growled and continued to splash me with my belt with no stop in time, pushing me closer to the edge with pain.
"You want to cum?" She hit me again and I nodded. "But you can't! I'm not done with you! You wanted to soothe me, right?" I could hear her tone turn hysterical as I nodded.
"This hasn't soothed me even a bit." I knew it wasn't enough for her. She had just started. "So you can't cum, until I feel good!"
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to be continued....
I hope this heals some of us in a peculiar way.
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