CHAPTER 7: Too rough

*JAMIN*

     Before I could finish registering his words, he turned me around so I was on my back now, pulling my legs together, he bent me in half, raising me a bit and shoving his fat dick inside of me.

I was still so sensitive and the way he was doing it this time was too rough.

And I thought he was being too much before.

Right now, it felt as if he was trying to break me into two.

  

    My hands splayed around, not knowing what to hold onto. This position, how fast and rough he was going was so painfully uncomfortable.

      “Mis…Mister…” I managed to call out, wanting him to take it easy.

   I thought he said he was going to go easy on me tonight?

This wasn’t easy!

    I pressed my palms against his thighs, trying to push him back but I could barely push anything at this moment.

  He leaned down, letting my legs fall to the either side of him, then he wrapped his hands around my neck and really let me have it.

   No!

He wasn’t going to kill me, was he?

No one told me losing my life was part of this.

  I wrapped my hands around his, trying to get his hands off my neck.

I didn’t know what to focus on. The aggressive way he was pounding my ass, his big fingers wrapped tightly around my neck, my whole body was reeling with pain.

     “Mister, please…it hurts…” I choked out.

And then he smiled.

He fucking smiled.

      “That’s what I love to hear…” And then he increased the pace.

Why the heck did I tell him I was a masochist?

He was going to think I love the pain.

I don’t!

It hurts so bad!

     “Mister…Master…uncle…sir…please…Ahh…”

I didn’t know what to call him at this point.

Hot cum spilled across my stomach.

And I was mortified when I realized that it came from me!

Why the fuck did I come?

What was wrong with my body?!

How was he supposed to believe that this was truly unbearable?!

  That indeed fueled the rate at which he pounded into me.

I can’t take this anymore. It was too painful. I have to get him to stop somehow.

Then I recalled the safe word.

I should stay it.

He said he’d stop if I say it.

But would he get mad?

I shakily stared up at him and he looked like a fucking beast, grunting and so focused on destroying me.

If I say it, will he get mad?

What if he refuses to pay me then?

Or pays me half?

Then it’d be as if I just went through everything about this night for nothing.

I can’t go home empty-handed.

I needed the money. I have to endure this.

I could do this!

  I gnawed at my lower lip, tears rolling down my cheeks. I have literally cried so much tonight. But I couldn’t help it.

This was just so unbearable.

I just have to bear it a little more. Maybe after he comes again, he’d stop.

   But I was wrong.

I came to realize sometime later that he might have no plans of stopping tonight.

     He bent and took me in several positions that I didn’t know existed.

And worst, I kept coming.

But at some point, it felt as if I was dried up and had no more cum left in me but he still didn’t stop.

I had no idea how long this went on.

But I knew that when he finally let me go, I was beyond weak.

  I just laid there, haphazardly. Cum on my face, my belly, a lot of it between my legs, I was wet everywhere.

   In a dazed state, I saw him get off the bed and walked towards the bathroom. His back was covered in ink.

I couldn’t make out what the tattoo was but it made me wonder who I had just gotten involved with.

       I was drifting in and out of consciousness and in that state, I felt him lifting me, carrying me into his arms and placing me inside the bathtub.

Could I have been imagining it? But that rough man had gently washed me clean, and made me wear a bathrobe before placing me on the bed.

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       I woke up the next morning to clean sheets and I was alone.

    It felt as if I got ran over as I struggled to sit up. Sitting hurts so bad.

        “Ugh!” I grunted.

That man wrecked me.

        Wincing in pain, I realized that I was in a bathrobe.

He really did wash me last night. It wasn’t an imagination.

  It was quite surprising, given how rough he was with me. It felt as if I offended him or something.

And that was supposed to be easy?

What would then happen next time?

Would there be a next time?

Do I want a next time?

I was seriously having second thoughts about this.

    Seeing a note on the table, I reached for it.

It read.

     “Send me your account number when you wake up.”

Where was my phone again?

Oh, in my backpack.

   As I got out of bed, my legs gave way and I sat on the bed again, even sitting made me flinch.

  He had said I wouldn’t be able to walk.

I didn’t think he meant it. Even my back hurts. I managed to move towards my bag and get my phone.

I need to get that money right away.

It was the least I should receive from having my body wrung out like this.

I was so upset that I didn’t even greet him. I simply sent my account details to him and dropped my phone.

     Just as I was mentally preparing myself to get dressed and go home. The doorbell rang.

Was that him?!

I thought he had left.

I didn’t want to face him!

How do you even face someone who had almost paralyzed you?!

       Recalling that this was a penthouse suite and it had a monitor by the side of the door made me stand up.

  I moved slowly to the door and saw that it was a waitress, beside her was a food cart.

  Was she at the wrong room?

    Opening the door, I said to her, politely.

          “Good morning, I didn’t order…”

           “It’s from the Mister. He wanted you to have breakfast before leaving.”

         “Oh.” I let out because that was literally the only thing I could think of.

   The waitress pushed the cart in, nodded at me curtly and left.

Opening the dishes, I salivated, instantly.

        Well, I guess, after almost getting destroyed, I needed the meals to facilitate  my body’s recovery.

    And so, I ate everything before leaving.

    On the bus home, I got the alert of ten thousand dollars. This was literally the biggest amount that had ever entered into my account at once.

    Sighing, I immediately transferred the money to the loanshark.

This should please them enough to at least reduce the beatings. Getting home was hard, I had to try my best to walk properly so as not to draw any attention.

  I was glad I didn’t have any classes today. I had a part time job though by noon.

I wasn’t sure I could make it. I just wanted to rest. I rarely canceled my part time gigs. I always planned the hours around my classes.

     But right now, I wasn’t sure I could walk around, serving tables when I couldn’t even stand straight.