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Who Am I

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DELILAH

Every 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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  • THE NIGHT HE WANTED ME    Lights Off

    DELILAHJason turns bright red. “Mom,” he says again, like that’ll help. “It’s not.....it’s not what it looks like.”She crosses her arms. “So you’re telling me you don’t know what’s going on here, but the two of you are sharing a bed?”Jason glances helplessly at me, then back at her.“We’re, uh… we’re friends?” he offers, like it’s a question instead of an answer.His mother lets out a deep sigh and shakes her head.“So let me get this straight,” she says, clearly baffled. “Two people can be intimate, but not have a relationship? What happened to this generation?”Jason drops his face into his hands, muttering something that sounds like a prayer.I don’t know whether to laugh, cry, or vanish into thin air.“I don’t get it,” his mother continues, shaking her head like she’s genuinely trying to understand. “In my day, you either were something or you weren’t. This.....” she waves a hand between us, “.....this in-between business makes no sense.”Jason looks at me, his expression torn

  • THE NIGHT HE WANTED ME    Someone Like You

    DELILAHHis mother’s gaze flicks from me, sitting up on her son’s bed, my hair messy, his arm still half-around me....to him, and then back again. Her lips part, but for a long, terrible second, nothing comes out.“Jason,” she finally says, her tone halfway between disbelief and a mother’s sharp intuition. “What on earth....who....”“Mom, it’s not what it looks like,” he blurts, his voice cracking in panic. He sits up so fast he nearly knocks into me. “We just....she....she needed a place to stay. That’s all.”I can feel the heat rushing to my cheeks. “I....I’m sorry, Mrs….” I trail off, realizing I don’t even know her last name.“Delilah,” Jason says quickly, his hand brushing my arm as if to steady me. “Mom, this is Delilah. She’s...uh...she’s a friend.”His mother doesn’t move. Her eyes stay fixed on me, assessing, guarded. Not cruel, just protective. A mother’s kind of protective. And for some reason, that look cuts deeper than any insult could.I start fumbling with the hem of m

  • THE NIGHT HE WANTED ME    You Don't Have To Be

    DELILAHThat question catches me so off guard that I laugh before I can think of an answer. “My mother? In the kitchen? Cooking?” I can’t help it....I keep laughing, and Jason just looks at me like he doesn’t get it.“What? Why is that funny?” he asks.I shake my head, still smiling, but there’s a pinch in my chest I can’t quite explain. “My mom doesn’t cook,” I say softly.He tilts his head, confused but kind. “Oh.”Of course he doesn’t understand.He probably shouldn’t. He doesn’t know who I really am....who my adoptive parents are, what kind of world I come from. He doesn’t know that the woman who raised me would rather hire a team of chefs than lift a spoon.And maybe that’s a good thing. Maybe for once, it’s better that he doesn’t understand me completely.Because tonight, I don’t want to be the Blackwaters’ daughter. I just want to be me.Thank God Jason doesn’t make it weird or awkward. After we finish eating, he asks if I want anything else, and I shake my head. “No,” I say

  • THE NIGHT HE WANTED ME    Feels Like Home

    DELILAHMaybe I’m just too used to the Blackwaters.The prowling mansions.The polished cars.Everything sparkling.Everything is pretending to be perfect.And then..... knock, knock.I almost scream.My heart jumps into my throat as I look toward the window, and there he is......Jason, smiling brightly at me, the night doesn't have anything on him. He waves at me, casual, easy.I let out a shaky breath and turn off the engine. The moment I open the door, he’s already there, reaching for me. He pulls me in without a hug, his arms warm and tight around me, and suddenly, the cold, the fear, the noise in my head all fade.For a second, I really thought I had made a mistake coming here. But standing in his embrace, I feel… safe. Wanted.This is someone who chooses me.Who enjoys being around me?Who actually wants me?And maybe that’s enough for now.Maybe it doesn’t matter where we are as long as I feel this way. “You made it,” he says when he finally lets me go, still holding onto my a

  • THE NIGHT HE WANTED ME    Come Over

    DELILAHHe narrows his eyes at me. For such a long, awful moment, I don’t know what he’s going to say. I almost want him to lash out, just to prove he still feels something.But then, he smiles. Slow. Dangerous. His gaze drops to my lower body. He steps forward, sets a hand on my shoulder, and turns me around like I’m something he owns. Still smiling, he says,“Now you’re getting fucked on the dirty ground. Just like the whore you are..... The whore you’ve always been.”Then he turns around and leaves.And I know it shouldn’t hurt.It shouldn’t affect me.But it does. The words sit there, burning in my chest, eating through every part of me.When I finally find the strength to move, I go to the bathroom. I turn on the shower. I sit under it with my clothes still on.... And I cry.I don’t even know why I’m crying. Maybe it’s because I know I love him. I really do. And for him to say such hurtful things, when he knows he was the first person I ever slept with, when he knows he was the o

  • THE NIGHT HE WANTED ME    Your Hair

    DELILAHThen Jason backs away, the car rolling down the quiet road, the engine humming softly as we drive away. He drives in silence back toward town, back toward the mall where I left my car.For most of the ride, the only sound is the hum of the engine and the rush of wind brushing past the windows. I stare out into the dark, the lights flickering by.Then, halfway through the drive, he reaches over and places his hand on mine. He doesn’t say anything. Just holds it..... And he keeps holding it until we reach the mall, until we’re back where we left my car.I don’t know, maybe it’s a small thing, but that gesture kind of makes up for everything. I mean, I’m still kind of mad. But now… I don’t know. I feel kind of good too.When we pull into the parking lot, he tells me not to get out yet. He steps out first, walks around the car, and opens my door himself.He holds out his hand. And I let him. He helps me out, his palm warm around mine, guiding me toward my car parked just a few fee

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