Surrender To Unhinged Psychopaths

Elena Whitmore's Point Of View.

I could barely breathe.

Ethan had me pushed against the wall in my bedroom. He kissed me hard, shoving his tongue deep into my mouth. His tongue moved fast and rough, licking and sucking everything inside.

His hands grabbed my 36C breasts and squeezed them hard, pinching my nipples until they hurt. It does not matter if it hurts, I thought. I am only here to make him happy. If squeezing my tits hard makes him feel good, then I am more than happy to let him do it. I am lucky he stays with someone as boring as me.

I have nothing else to offer, that'swhy even the moment, it felt too rough, I did not push him away. I just moaned in a low, deep voice so he would know I was trying to please him. 

After a moment, I felt his fingers slide under my shirt and reach for the hook of my bra. My heart started beating very fast.

I wanted to please him, to feel his hands all over me, to give him everything he desired. A part of me was already melting, already imagining how good it would feel to let go and surrender completely but another part of me, asked to wait. 

"Ethan, wait," I whispered, my voice was almost breathless. "I want to make you feel good, baby. I want to see you happy and satisfied but please, can we wait till our wedding night? I want our first time to be special. I want it to mean everything when I finally give myself to you completely.

He froze for a second, then pulled back, creating space between our bodies and looked at me with pure anger.

"What the fuck?" He snapped, pressing his lips into a thin, hard line and rolling his eyes. "You are twenty and still acting like a stupid virgin?"

"I am sorry, Ethan." I stated, while tears blurred my eyes. "Please don't say that."

"You are just a fucking tease, Elena." He said, ignoring me and kept going, his voice was getting louder and louder. "You are literally boring. No wonder no one wants you."

"I am so sorry," I sobbed, tears running down my face. "Please, I did not mean to make you angry."

"Your sister was totally right. You are not even pretty," He said, walking towards the door and slipping his hands into his pocket. "You are lucky I even date a boring girl like you."

He stormed out, slamming the door behind him so hard that the walls rattled. I broke down on the floor, hugging my knees tight. 

My sister had always told me that I am not pretty enough, not smart enough, not good enough for anyone.

"Elena, you should be grateful if any boy even looks at you," My sister said, while my step mother would just nod and add, "Don't be picky. Girls like you don't get many chances."

I remembered all the times in school when boys ignored me or made fun of me. I was always the plain, quiet girl no one noticed. Ethan was the first one, the only one, who ever called me beautiful, who touched me, who said he wanted me, even if he was mean sometimes, at least he saw me. Without him, I was nothing again. I became empty, unwanted girl again. 

"I am sorry, Ethan, I will do better. Please don't leave me. I need you." I whispered to myself as tears kept falling uncontrollably across my face, down my cheeks. "You are the only person who makes me feel like I matter even a little bit."

I felt so empty and desperate for his validation, that saving my virginity for marriage suddenly felt so stupid. If giving my body to him would make him stay and want me again, maybe I should just do it. Anything to not go back to feeling completely invisible and unloved.

After crying for a long time, I wiped my face and stood up. I decided to go to his house to offer my body and soul to him. If he wanted me like that, I would give him my everything. I just needed him to want me again. I just needed him to tell me that I am his.

I grabbed my keys and phone with shaking hands, without thinking twice. I did not even bother changing my clothes and ran outside barefoot. I rushed down the stairs, toward my car parked on the side of the road.

I fumbled with the car keys, my fingers were trembling so badly that it took me three tries to unlock the door.

I threw myself into the driver’s seat, closed the door, and started the engine. I drove fast through the dark streets. I pulled up in front of his building, after twenty minutes of a tense drive. 

The moment, I opened the door to his apartment, I heard the loud moans. A bad feeling crept inside my chest. I saw a pair of red high heels thrown carelessly on the floor near the entrance. Two half-empty glasses of wine sat on the table, one with lipstick marks on the rim. 

As I walked down the hallway, the moans got louder and clearer. When I finally reached the bedroom door and looked inside, I froze. My chest felt like someone had punched me hard.

Ethan was completely naked, fucking my step sister Sarah. She was on all fours on his bed in a doggy position. Her ass was pushed up high in the air while he was kneeling behind her, slamming his cock into her pussy hard. 

Her big tits hung down and swung heavily, bouncing and jiggling wildly each time he drove deep inside her. I could clearly see his thick cock sliding in and out of her. It was shiny and wet with her juices. Her pussy lips stretched tightly around him every time he pulled back, then disappeared deep inside when he pushed forward again. A thin string of her wetness kept stretching between them. The sound of his hips slapping against her round ass filled the whole room, loud, wet, and nonstop.