Swallowing, Maggie nodded.
He slapped her ass again. “Beg for it!"
"I want it,” she said uncertainly.
"You want my big cock in your tight little pussy, don't you bitch?"
Maggie licked her lips and repeated what he'd said.
He began humping against her, slowly working the little juices that remained into her by thrusting and retreating. Maggie squeezed her eyes shut. She hadn't expected it to hurt. She'd thought it would feel good.
"It hurts."
"Of course it hurts, bitch. ‘Cause I've got the biggest cock you've ever had. Say it."
She swallowed when he slapped her on the ass again, harder this time. The stinging distracted her as he thrust into her again, but not enough to dull the pain as he breached her hymen. She choked out a cry, trying to pull away from him, but he had an arm locked around her hips. The blood from her burst hymen collected with the natural lubricants, easing his passage, allowing him to pump into her harder and harder.
She dropped to her elbows, trying to keep from crying, covering her face, just wanting it to be over. It seemed to take forever before he uttered a strangled cry and stopped pounding into her. Finally, it was over however. She winced when he withdrew his flaccid member. Gasping for breath, he collapsed beside her.
"Hey! You OK?” he asked after a moment.
Maggie regained control with an effort. “It hurt. I didn't know it would hurt."
He caught her face in his hands, forcing her to look at him. “Hey, kid, I didn't realize it was hurting. I'm sorry, baby. I was just too far gone to stop. You've got such a sweet, tight little pussy it just blew my mind."
He looked so regretful, Maggie immediately felt better. The pain had subsided to a dull throbbing. She snuggled next to him, soothed by his stroking hands.
She'd only begun to relax, however, when he slapped her on the ass. “Hey! You need to get out of here.
I've got a friend coming over and I don't think you'll want to run into him. He might figure out what we've been up to, huh?"
It was enough to galvanize her instantly. The one thing she didn't want was to have everything ruined by running into one of the assholes he hung around with. Climbing from the bed, she jerked her clothing on nervously. He lay still, watching her, a half smile on his face. When she'd finished dressing, he held up his hand, summoning her, and she moved toward the bed again.
He sat up, kissing her. “Tomorrow?"
Surprise touched her briefly, and then a stirring of happiness, mixed with a healthy dose of doubt and dread at the idea of doing ‘that’ again. Summoning a smile with an effort, Maggie nodded. “Yeah ... I guess ... sure."
She met up with his buddy, Todd, on her way out. Todd looked her over with a superior grin, sniffing at her as if he was a dog. “Do I smell bitch?"
She glared at him, pushing him away and stalking out the house.
"Why is it, I wonder, that red heads are such fucking bitches?” he wondered loudly as she stomped down the stairs.
She shot him a bird over her shoulder, but a sense of satisfaction filled her. Danny liked her and he wanted to see her again!
He didn't call, though, even though he'd said he would, even though it had been his idea to invite her over again, not something she'd asked. She was tempted to call him, but she restrained herself, reminding herself that he'd invited her. Something must have come up, otherwise he would have called, surely? And she didn't feel comfortable with the idea of calling him.
When Sunday rolled around and she still didn't hear from him, she began to feel doubts crowding into her mind. She kept telling herself that his parents must have come back early and that was why he hadn't called to invite her over, but that didn't explain why he hadn't called to tell her.
She knew the moment she arrived at school Monday morning that she'd been the butt of yet another hateful joke. Ordinarily, she walked among her classmates like a ghost, invisible unless they were feeling particularly nasty and mooed when she walked by.
Today, that had changed. They began to smirk and whisper at her approach, giggling. Sickness welled in her stomach, but she kept her expression carefully blank and pretended not to notice. It was the only thing that had ever worked at all—not that it worked all that well, but, mostly, so long as she pretended to be unaffected, they lost interest pretty quickly and moved on to someone else to torment.
Except for a handful of people, who either looked at her with pity, revulsion or the sort of horrified fascination freaks evoked, everyone in the school that she passed looked as if they would burst out laughing.
She found out why when she got to her third class.
Emily, who'd always clung to her, more Maggie suspected because she thought Maggie might protect her than from any real sense of friendship, had given her the same horrified look of fascination that she'd seen on so many other faces. So sick with dread now that she felt like she would throw up, Maggie finally felt a surge of something she could deal with—anger. “What?"
Emily gulped. “It's just ... was that really you in the video?"
The bile that she'd been holding at bay rose to the base of her throat. Maggie swallowed convulsively several times. “What video?” she asked hoarsely.
"The one Danny put on the internet."
It had taken every ounce of courage and fortitude that she possessed, more than she'd known she possessed, to make it through the rest of the day. By the time she'd gotten home, she was seriously considering suicide. She couldn't face that again. She just couldn't. Not only had he hurt and humiliated her in bed, but he'd made it a public spectacle, shared it with everyone. The boys had barked at her as she'd trudged through the halls heading home.
It was only in the wee hours of the night, when she'd wracked her brain for some method of killing herself that she could actually contemplate that she'd finally realized that they'd win if she did. They would have beaten her. They would be gloating and giggling over the fact that they had the power to so destroy her that she'd taken her life.
She hated them all. She wasn't going to give them the satisfaction.
Chapter Seven
Maggie's crying pulled Danior back to the present. He curled his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her against his chest, holding her while she sobbed against his chest.
It took all his strength to withstand the rage tearing inside him at what they'd done. The insane urge to leave the safe house and hunt them down gripped him. His arms shook with the effort to control himself.
Her shudders brought him down from lunacy.
That was why she'd hidden herself away all these years. Why she didn't date. Why she hated men and resisted her attraction to him.
They'd scarred her and made her hate herself, and she'd turned to food for comfort while shielding herself from the outside world.
He wanted to kill them for what they'd done. Again, the urge surfaced to hunt them down and make them beg for the mercy and compassion they'd failed to give her. They would not find him so forgiving.
Merde, she drove him to a madness he could scarce believe. The intensity of his response alarmed him.
He had to force his heart to calm its galloping, force his hands to remain tender at her back, when all they wanted to do was tighten into fists to strike down those who'd hurt her.
"Shh,” he soothed, rubbing her back as he calmed her and himself. “I'm sorry, so sorry...."
"It's ... it's not your ... fault,” she said haltingly, sniffling as she tightened her arms around his chest. The shudders wracking her had eased to the smallest tremor.
"I know it's not, chere,” he said, brushing kisses over the top of her head. He almost imagined he could taste the berry scent in her strawberry locks. “I'm sorry for your pain."