let him have his way.

My heart raced as I lay back on the table. He removed my trousers, opened his and positioned himself between my legs.

Despite my nerves, there was no use denying my excitement. Any objection on my part was useless at this point, for my throbbing erection betrayed my true feelings.

Accustomed by now to the routine of being fucked, I braced myself for the pain. That was what I dreaded most every time, apart from his anger.

He entered me very slowly, and his ragged breathing revealed the amount of willpower that took for him. Stifling my own cries, all too aware that I could not afford to let one fortuitous moan escape my lips, I felt his eyes on me, observing me.

Unable to withstand his stare I closed my eyes tightly. My furrowed brow was already growing moist with sweat.

Erich no doubt relished this sight, delighted in the wickedness of what we were doing.

He was fucking me now and, as usual, the pain gradually lessened with each thrust.

“I thought about you last night,” he said quietly, still keeping up his rhythmic movements. “I could barely sleep.”

I knew what he meant. Despite the late hour, I had needed to relieve myself twice the previous night before calming down enough to drift off. My dreams had been strange and sex-driven, a perfect reflection of my waking thoughts.

He placed one hand on my chest and another on the tabletop to steady himself as he drove into me harder. With difficulty he struggled to restrain his laboured breaths, which were coming closer together. He fucked me faster, with an urgency I’d never witnessed before. I pressed my hands against the wall above my head to take his fevered thrusts without being pushed back on the table.

Finally he stopped pounding into me and suppressed his moans as he shot his hot seed deep inside my bowels. His chest heaved as he struggled to regain his breath.

Though we tended to linger in this position after copulation, this time he pulled away from me and did up his trousers before handing me mine. I held them tight to my erection and rushed into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I collapsed onto the floor, my back against the cool wood of the door. Gasping for breath, the images of our risky act still fresh in my mind, I got myself off almost immediately.

Once my heartbeat had slowed to its normal pace I quickly washed myself and got dressed.

I came down the stairs to find Erich conversing with my mother. Small talk. Something about the weather.

When my mother saw me she remarked that I looked flushed and asked if I had a fever coming on.

“He’s not feeling well,” Erich answered for me.

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21.7.08

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