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THE NIGHT HE WANTED ME A Great Day
DELILAHThe minute I walk inside the house, I hear voices from the dining room. My mom’s voice, my dad’s, Elena’s high-pitched voice, it all hits me at once. I start walking straight toward the stairs, hoping to escape to my bedroom, but then my mom’s voice stops me.“Delilah, is that you? Come into the dining room. We’re all having dinner. Join us.”I roll my eyes and think to myself: Great. Slowly, I walk toward the dining room, and there they are, my father at the head of the table, my mother to his right, Elena on his left, and, of course, Damien next to Elena.Ever since that day, the day he was planning that stupid surprise in Elena’s bedroom, and I practically forced him to sleep with me, I hadn’t seen him. And now, the moment I see him again, all the anger, frustration, and that tension crash over me. My body tightens. My tongue feels heavy. I just stand there, frozen.“What are you doing just standing there?” my mom asks. “Come, sit. We were waiting for you.”I walk over, si
THE NIGHT HE WANTED ME My Good Day
DELILAHI did not want to be cooped up in the house the whole day, so what did I do? I went to the mall. Because that’s what all teenagers do when they’ve got nowhere else to go. Right'?I wandered through stores, picked up a few t-shirts, bought some clothes I didn’t need, anything just to fill the hours. I did window shopping, tried on clothes I would never wear..... After a while, I ended up at an ice cream court near the center of the mall. I bought myself a scoop and sat at one of those tiny tables, spooning the melting cream into my mouth and people-watching.Families. Couples. Friends laughing too loudly. It was kind of fun, just existing there with no one expecting anything from me. After lunch, I found myself back at the same spot, same table, another ice cream in hand. I didn’t even realize how much time had passed until I heard a voice beside me.“Hey, you been here long?”I turned around, startled, and saw a guy standing there, tall, maybe a year older than me, wearing the
THE NIGHT HE WANTED ME Left Behind
DELILAHThat day, everything ended with everybody doing their own thing. It was… fun.I ate by myself during lunch and again during dinner. I knew that Mom and Elena were sulking, but I was having a great time. Actually, I had a great night.When I woke up the next morning, I was surprised to hear a knock on my door. I went toward it, and Maid appeared, smiling politely. “They’re waiting for you for breakfast,” she said.That was new. Nobody ever woke me up for breakfast before. But I shrugged and said, “Okay.”I went to the bathroom, washed my face, and threw on a robe over my nightdress before heading downstairs. Of course, when I reached the dining room, I was the only one in my nightwear.My mom was there, dressed impeccably as always, looking flawless. Elena, of course, was dressed for school already, looking neat and pristine. And at the head of the table, my dad.I froze for a second, caught off guard. Seeing him there felt… unusual. My mom piped up, a trace of disapproval in
THE NIGHT HE WANTED ME A walk
DELILAHThe room suddenly went silent.Elena stopped smiling. Her lips parted, as if she couldn’t believe what I’d just said, like the words didn’t make sense to her, or she couldn’t find the right ones to answer. My mother’s eyes were fixed on me, unblinking, sharp, searching.“What are you saying, Delilah? What are you trying to say?” she asked, her voice low and tense.Elena jumped in before I could respond. “Delilah,” she said carefully, “you must be mistaken. Our dad left this morning. I saw him.”“No,” I said firmly. “I saw him, Mom. Last night. He was sneaking out through the kitchen door. I was in the kitchen at the time. He looked at me. We even talked. It was him.”Elena shifted in her seat. “Maybe you dreamt it, Delilah,” she said in that soft, fake-gentle voice she uses when she’s pretending to be kind but secretly trying to make me doubt myself.“I didn’t dream it,” I snapped, cutting her off. “He had his shoes in his hand and his jacket off. He told me he had to go.”Tho
THE NIGHT HE WANTED ME Awake
DELILAHI lost my appetite. Yes, that’s right. I couldn’t even go downstairs to eat anymore. All I did was go to the bathroom, take a shower, and then crawl into bed.Later in the evening, I knew when Elena came back. How could I not? There were so many voices in the house, laughter, footsteps, doors opening and closing. I even heard my mom. It sounded like a little celebration, I guess.I don’t know who else was there, and honestly, I didn’t really care. The party went on. Nobody came to check if I was in my bedroom, probably because I hadn’t turned on my lights. Nobody cared that I wasn’t there.And it stayed that way until midnight, when the house finally went quiet.It was about 1:30 when I finally decided to go downstairs. Maybe a glass of milk, maybe a sandwich, something to quiet the emptiness in my stomach. The house was silent, the kind of silence that made even the softest footsteps echo. I figured everyone had gone to bed by now.I padded quietly into the kitchen, heating u
THE NIGHT HE WANTED ME Who Am I
DELILAHEvery thrust is a wave I have to ride, a deeper thrust into a feeling I can’t describe, it’s both pain and pleasure, a necessary violence. His voice is a low, rough rumble right in my ear, “You look so fucking good when you’re being torn apart by my cock.” It strips me bare, leaving me defenseless against the truth of it, the heat of his gaze, even when I can’t see it.I can only clench around him, a reflex that feels like surrender, letting a long, throaty moan escape that is less a sound and more an ache. It’s a noise of my own making, but it feels like it comes from outside me, a chant filling the room, doing exactly what he says, it's dismantling me.“You’re dripping for me and taking my cock so well. That’s it, mmm, show me how much you want me.”My small body is just a hinge, rocking back and forth, my lower back pressing into his groin, desperate for the friction. The slaps he gives my arse are sharp, punctuating the rhythm he’s set, and I release stuffy, long moans in
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