Chapter 7
One way or another…
In the bathroom, Shyla did her best to wipe away her tears of frustration and pain. She sat down on a small couch that decorated the large guest bathroom and tried to decide what she was going to do. She'd just seen a different side of Liam. A side she really didn't like. She knew every relationship had its ups and downs, especially in the beginning, but now everything felt like it was falling apart. She felt like there were too many strikes against them and wondered how….if they were going to be able to make this work.
She leaned forward burying her head in her hands. Right now, in the moment everything felt so hopeless. This entire weekend felt like a roller coaster of emotions. Their chances just kept going up and down. She kept thinking they'd figure it out make it work but now given all they had against them it truly did seem impossible. She sat up then leaned back against the couch.
Liam said he wanted to keep the past in the past but how could she knowing how he felt. Someday like it not the past, the truth always came out. Even if somehow he accepted Rotham after their conversation just now he'd never accept that she'd been an escort no matter the reason. Had she been foolish? Had she made a mistaken. No she shook her head. She'd been drowning before that job.
She'd been all on her own and it had seemed so simple. She wasn't after any money she just wanted to get paid like any other job…but it wasn't like any other job.
She bit her lip regretting it now. If...if it weren't that job she would have never met Rotham, and have a chance with Liam. Then again who knows if they would have met. She never could have afforded her place and would have been in that coffee shop. She liked to believe things happened for a reason but for the life of her she couldn't understand this one.
She stood and took up some tissue. She did her best to fix her makeup. However when she caught sight of herself in the mirror she laughed at herself. It was beyond salvageable at this point. It would be better to wash it off and go without. Shyla let out a heavy sign then began washing her face off.
As the cool water cascaded over her, she told herself she would just go back and tell them she hadn't been feeling well. She'd pretend the conversation had nothing to do with her and go back to the way things were until the weekend was over. Yet...Shyla knew she couldn't go back to the way things were not now that Rotham recognized her. She'd nearly forgotten about that as she grabbed a towel and dried off her face.
She looked at herself in the mirror and thought about what she'd do if Rotham...no when Rotham decided to call her out in front of Liam and his entire family. She thought about denying it outright. She could pretend to have no idea what Rotham was talking about and claim he was mistaken. Perhaps it was someone that just looked like her but what if he had proof.
For a moment, she considered telling the truth. She didn't know if Liam would listen but if he did she could explain how her life had led to that of an escort. Then she could explain how she'd changed after meeting him. Then….then, she let out a heavy sigh, then she would just have to wait and see if he accepted her or not. If not, she'd cut all ties and never see him again.
He heart ached at the thought. Even though she was upset with him right now she still liked him, loved him so very much. She felt if this wasn't between them they could would stay together, they'd make it because there was something about him, them together that just felt so right. She really, really didn't want to break up but knew it wasn't up to her.
In the end she'd just have to wait and see how things went. She adjusted her hair and waited for her cheeks to cool down a little bit. Then decided it was time to go back out and face the masses. She assured herself it was all going to work out, one way or another. Who knows maybe Rotham wouldn't say anything at all. He might tease her but if he said anything wouldn't be be in trouble with his wife, bother and father. Given how the family felt about escorts and knowing he hired one surely he'd get some blow back.
So, in a sense she was safe... for now. If she could avoid being alone with Rotham and just make it through the weekend, maybe they'd never see each other again. Even though that didn't seem likely, especially if Shyla was going to keep seeing Liam. Still she'd worry about it later...later.
She'd already taken so long she didn't want anyone to come looking for her. She stumbled out of the bathroom then tried to find her way back to the others. In her rush to leave, she didn't see what door she'd gone out of and was just happy to find the bathroom. She saw someone down the hall and hoped she might ask directions but quickly saw it was Rotham.
Without thinking, she darted into the nearest room. Her heart pounded in her chest as she hoped he hadn't seen her and that she would be able to slip past him in a few minutes. As she waited to hear his footsteps pass by the door, she looked around the room. The lights were off but some light, from the outside blood lights poured in through the windows on the back wall. The room appeared to be an office or study. She could never remember the the difference was.
Most of the walls had built-in bookshelves with various law and medical books. There were also various trophies and business degrees and a large liquor cabinet that sat behind an exotic oak desk. The desk was clean except for a box of cigars, various pens, and paperweights. Shyla forgot why she'd entered for a moment. She was taken in by the atmosphere of the room, everything was in such perfect order. She picked up a golden golf trophy from one of the bookshelves. Reading it, she saw that it belonged to Liam's father, Richard. She realized this must be his personal study or office.
Before Shyla could put the trophy back in its place, the door to the room, suddenly opened. To her horror Rotham stepped in, flicking on the lights as he shut the door behind him. He did not look happy as he demanded, "What are you doing in here?"
"I got lost." Shyla lied.
"Really." said Rotham crossing his arms. "In my father's office, of all places."
"I didn't know this was his office." Shyla said putting the trophy back down.
"It seems you don't know a lot," said Rotham taking several steps towards her.
She looked beyond him at the door. She realized the only way out of here, was to walk past him. She felt a little uneasy but didn't show it. She wasn't going to let him intimidate her. She stood her ground and crossed her own arms. "What is your problem?"
"My problem." said Rotham, still slowly stepping towards her. "What is my problem?" He paused a few feet away, rubbing his jaw, "My 'problem' Shyla is that you keep wandering off to the bathroom and never come back."
She swallowed, took a step to the side and feigned innocence, "What are you talking about?"
Rotham smiled, even though he didn't like her answer. He couldn't help it, she was so cute, putting on her little act. When they both knew what he was talking about. He put his hands behind his back for a second. He appeared relaxed, at ease, like he hadn't a care in the world as he stretched his neck from one side to the other. She took a step forward and he struck out, all at once, closing the distance between them.
Shyla tried to evade him but he easily caught her, slamming her back into one of the bookshelves. She nearly got the wind knocked out of her. She hadn't expected such a sudden reaction.
He got in her face then seethed, "The time for games is over! Don't play with me bitch! You know full well what I mean! You said you had to piss and you never came back!"
Shyla looked into his ice blue eyes, even though he was wearing glasses, she could see them clearly. They looked dark... dangerous. She bit her lip and turned her head to the side not wanting to look at him. She had hoped he wouldn't confront her like this but now that he had- He pressed his body against hers pushing her into the bookshelf even more. She couldn't think, felt caught up... suffocated by his presence. He place a hand next to her head and she could feel his breath on the side of her face.
He leaned into her ear and whispered. "You think I didn't recognize you, but I did, from the first moment I saw you."
Her eyes went wide as she looked back at him, shocked. This whole time he knew! She figured he'd caught on at some point but he'd known since the very beginning. She narrowed her eyes thinking over the last day or so. Every moment of contact...every conversation, her 'ski' lesson, lunch... everything. He knew the whole time and had been toying with her no doubt! She furrowed her brows in anger.
He chuckled as he watched the realization cross her face. He pushed against her even more, loving the feel of her body against his. He breathed her in deeply, relishing in her scent. Every part of her was just so...so alluring. She could feel the bookshelves separations dig into her back as he crushed her. She put her hands against his chest and tried to push him off her but he wouldn't budge.
He let out a heavy sigh and continued, "Yes, yes, how could I ever forget the whore who used my bathroom and never came back, after I offered her everything a whore could ever want!" Shyla glared at him but he didn't care. He drew his fingertip across her cheek and she turned her head to the side once again, trying to pull away from him, "So many times you eluded me as if you were the wind itself. To think I would find you here, of all places, trying to seduce my little brother."
She looked back at him, "I swear, I honestly didn't know Liam was your brother. He has no idea about my past"
Rotham pulled back, laughing in disbelief. He didn't buy that for a second, "Oh don't give me that shit! You knew! You had to! I had pictures of him in my house! What? You thought you could just hook up with him because he's younger and less experienced. Did you really think you could get my family's money as his wife?
"No honestly!" said Shyla trying to slide away from him, now that he had let up on her. She managed to slide a step to the side and step forward as she continued, "He didn't tell me anything about his family or the money until this weekend. I thought he was just a poor college student."
Rotham grabbed Shyla's arm before she could take another step. He doubted she was telling him the truth, honestly he didn't care. Since that night, one question had been burning inside his skull and at last he could finally ask it. He didn't look at her as he asked, not wanting her to see the desperation on his face. "Why? Why did you leave me that night, after everything I offered?"
Why? She looked at him like he was crazy or at the very least stupid. She thought it was obvious...especially given the little spat they'd had, right before she ran off. She expected him to look at her but he just stared at the bookshelves waiting for her response. When she didn't give it, he tightened his grip on her wrist. It didn't hurt but was uncomfortable. She let out a heavy sigh then said "Hello, you're married?"
He scoffed then looked at her as if she were the idiot. "Really? Is that why you left? You didn't seem to have a problem fucking me, when I was 'married."
"Uh, you also moved way too fast for me! I barely knew you and you wanted me to move into an apartment! You have to admit that is crazy. I didn't even know your name."
He gave her a flat look, "You're a whore! You fuck men you don't know in minutes. It doesn't get much faster than that! I offered you a gift of gratitude. Most whores, when offered a gift such as mine, would jump at the chance!"
"I told you I am not a whore!" Shyla seethed.
"Oh right! Right, I remember now!" he chuckled running his other hand over his face. "But as I recall I won that little fight! You fuck people for money, it's the definition of a whore, SHY-LA!"
"No! said Shyla getting tense. She really wanted to slap him again but knew now was not the time or place. She could not be caught fighting with him, right now. She just needed to get away from him and go back to the others. "I didn't sleep with everyone and I quit months ago!"
"Oh, really and here I thought you were working this weekend!" he said sarcastically. He couldn't help but chuckle once again thinking she was hilarious. It didn't matter if she didn't sleep with everyone, once money was exchanged for sex that was it. She was a whore and once a whore always a whore. No matter if she'd actually quit or not,"
"I'M NOT! I mean it!" said Shyla seeing he didn't believe her. "I don't do that anymore. Once I met Liam I quit. I just did it to pay for school."
"Hmp," he loosened his grip on her wrist slightly."If that is what you wanted. I would have paid for your schooling. You could have negotiated. You still can." said Rotham before clearing his throat and looking at her.
She could see it in his eyes he still wanted her. Seriously! She couldn't believe this guy! She was dating his brother and she thought she'd made herself perfectly clear when she ran off in the middle of the fucking night and never came back. She yanked her hand from his grasp. He looked hurt by her reaction but she didn't care. She didn't want him touching her. She felt so creeped out!
"Listen," said Shyla. She realized running out, hadn't been enough of a hint for him. No this asshole needed to hear it to his face. "What we had that weekend, was just business! A means to an end. I needed the money at the time and you needed the company. Our deal was only for that weekend. As far as I'm concerned I don't know you and you don't know me. We don't ever need to talk about this again. Understand! I'm done! I don't want anything else to do with you! So please, drop it!"
Rotham looked at her, like she'd slapped him in the face again. He just stood there for a moment, his lips moved but no words came out. She turned to leave but he wouldn't let her, rushing around to face her. "NO! I'm not going to drop this! If you want to call what we had business, then fine! You still owe me time! We made the deal at what three am? And you left at around ten. You still owe me five hours!"
She scoffed in disgust, "Fine then get a refund!"
"Really? Are you going to pay me back the fifty thousand dollars? Because your company isn't!"
She shook her head. "It's not my problem anymore, work it out with them." She tried to side step him.
"I'm working it out with you!" said Rotham, he side stepped blocking her way. "You are the one who broke our deal. You are the one that should pay."
"I don't have fifty thousand dollars!"
"Too bad, guess you'll have to honor our agreement."
"UH! NO!" she said crossing her arms. "What does fifty thousand even matter to you! You spent more at the auction!"
"Yes, but that was for a good cause! Just like the fifty thousand, I later donated to charity was also for a good cause! As I see it, I kept my end of the bargain even though you didn't stay around long enough to even choose a charity!"
"It was just five hours! AND I had the right to leave! Exquisite Escorts, clearly stated if at any time I felt uncomfortable, the date would end. Refund or no refund!"
He scoffed? "And just what did I do that made you feel so 'uncomfortable!' Tell me was it the multiple orgasms, the expensive necklace, endlessly wining and dining or the free downtown apartment. No, no, it was the allowance wasn't it? Too much! Oh yes, excuse me for making all your dreams come true!"
He was a FUCKING PSYCHO! She let out a long groan of frustration, "I didn't want your fucking apartment and allowance! I didn't want any of it!"
"WHY NOT!" he barked back.
"What don't you get!" She threw her hands in the air and spelled it out for him. "I DON'T WANT YOU!"
He snorted as if the mere idea were absurd. How could anyone not want Rotham Aindridge. He was smart, rich, handsome and world-renowned. He shook his head then quietly stood there for a moment, taking in what she said. Once it sunk in he pursed his lips, then before Shyla could react he backhanded across the face. She stumbled back almost falling to the ground but she just managed to catch herself bracing her cheek.
Rotham's nostrils, flared as he hissed, "Who are you? What are you but a fucking whore? I can have anyone I want!"
"So have them!" Shyla spat, her voice cracking with emotions
Tears quickly formed in her eyes as her face stung. She couldn't believe he'd just struck her! Last time he'd hit her it was because she'd hit him first. This time she'd done nothing but make herself clear. She shook now, unsettled. She was scared of what he might do next. She bit her lip then briskly walked passed him to the door. She grabbed the knob but before she could open the door enough to get out Rotham was upon her. He slammed her into the door, shutting it with the weight of their bodies.
He grabbed her by the hair, pulled her back, then violent tossed her into another bookshelf. She hit it then fell to the floor. Several pictures frames fell over and a trophy fell off, hitting her in the head. When she reached up to grab her head, she found some blood. It had cut her head open.
Her heart raced as she looked from her hand to Rotham. He removed his glasses folding them, before he put them in his inner suit pocket. He loomed over her then like some sort of monster. They had a name for people like him. He was a definite creeper! He got way too attached and didn't take no for an answer. If...if he didn't understand words then she'd have to get physical.
She shakily got to her feet then warned. "Don't you come near me! I mean it!" She balled her fists up and took a defensive stance. They'd taught her how to deal with men like him. It had been a while but if she had to, she'd take his ass out.
Rotham didn't say anything he just scrunched up his nose as if he'd smelled something rotten. Without warning he came at her and slapped her again and then again. She quickly recovered putting all her weight on her back leg. She sprung forward, using her body weight to shove him. He stumbled back and she kicked him hard in the leg. He fell to the ground and she took off for the door, screaming at the top of her lungs. Rotham let out a roar of pain but sprung to his feet and quickly caught her, lifting her up by the waist, from behind.
She kept screaming as she struggled to get free. He used one arm to hold her and the other to cover her mouth. She scratched up his arm as she violently kicked her legs about. Rotham laughed at her feeble attempt to get away. She was significantly smaller than him and didn't stand a chance.
His leg hurt like a son of a bitch, she tore up some skin on his arm and got in a few good kicks and elbows but none of it was enough to detour him. She wasn't going anywhere.
Several minutes passed as she kept on fighting. He just waited for her to tire herself out. When she finally took a moment to rest he kissed the side of her head and whispered in her ear. "What are you going to do Shyla? Scream at the top of your lungs? Draw them in here? I'll just say I caught you looking through my father's things, trying to find bank account information. Who do you think they'll believe? Me, their golden boy or the whore my idiot brother brought into this house, especially since you know how they feel about them now. Trust me Shyla, there isn't any excuse I can't give them that they wont believe over you. Even dear little Liam, who hates me, would still believe me over you because he hates whores more. You heard him, they are the worst kinds of people!"
Shyla madly whimpered as tears streamed down her cheeks. She didn't want to listen. She didn't want to believe him. She rested for a moment then started fighting once more but it was no use
his grip was like iron. Eventually she moaned, 'you're crazy!'
"Hmm, what's that?" He mocked, kissing the back of her neck.
She cried out and clawed at the arm around her waist. She pounded it with her fists then tried to grab some flesh. She pinched and twisted it but none of it seemed to affect him. She tried to reach around and gouge out his eyes but it was no use. When he realized what she was trying to do, he let out a hearty laugh. She groaned in frustration and tried to recall what she could do in this position. Her self defense instructor had shown her a move where she could throw her attacker over her shoulder. Only problem was she had no leverage, her feet were off the ground. She stretched them out and tried to touch the ground but her toes barely scratched the carpet.
Rotham adjusted her slightly so that his throbbing cock was against her back. She cried out when she felt it and started fighting again. All her struggling felt good and he just held onto her tighter breathing her in. When she settled once more, he moved his hand over her dress, groping her breast, "Not a day has gone by since, that I have not thought of you and that weekend. I know you had to think of it too. Do you remember how I made your body feel, Shyla? How you came and came? I know you enjoyed it."
Shyla madly whimpered feeling ashamed now that she'd ever cum to someone like him! He kept rubbing his hand over her breasts, fondling and groping them as he held her. She looked up at the ceiling trying to think of what she could do. His hand soon pulled up the fabric of her dress just enough so that he could slide his hand underneath.
He took a deep breath pressing his nose against her hair as he said, "You need a man, Shyla. A real man! Someone who can make you cum, unlike my brother. I know you lied to him earlier. He didn't please you. He didn't fuck you like you wanted, like I can!"
Shyla trembled at his words. How had he known about that? Then she remembered the noise she'd heard. Rotham smiled, almost like he was reading her mind. He whispered, "I was in the closet. I saw everything. Your breasts were just as I remembered them. Perfect!"
Shyla's eyes went wide with shock. He had been there, in her closet! THE SICK BASTARD! She cried out as Rotham snaked his hands along her thigh. His fingers passed her underwear with skillful ease, sliding between her legs. He touched her clit before entering her. She violently jerked with protested, fighting even harder to get free. He plunged his finger inside her several times, then added another, stirring her up.
He let her feet fall to the floor and she used the opportunity to get some leverage. She tried to throw him over her shoulder but it didn't work! Maybe she'd done it wrong? Maybe he was just too big for her to lift! She quickly switched tactics, going for what was tried and true! She shifted her weight, then solidly kicked back as hard as she could, getting him in the leg again. He let go of her all at once falling back. She burst forward and rushed to the door, trying to open it, once more. Yet for some reason it was jammed or something! It wouldn't open! She didn't understand. She'd opened it a minute ago. She furrowed her brow yanking on the handle.
Rotham painfully clutched his leg. The bitch had gotten both of them now. She would pay for this! He staggered to his feet and seethed. "You're not going anywhere. It wont open without the code."
"Code?" she repeated, still tugging on the door handle. NO! He had to be messing with her! It hadn't needed one before and yet she noticed a little key pad off to the side.
Rotham was only too happy to explain. "I armed it, when I stepped into the room but didn't fully shut the door. However now that it is complete shut, it wont open again, without the code. As I said you're... not... going... anywhere."
He stood several feet behind her. She could hear the satisfaction in his voice. She didn't turn around. She paused for a long moment but refused to give up. She took a deep breath then screamed at the top of her lungs as she banged on the door. "HELP! FIRE! FIRE! HELP!" She knew people came running when they heard fire. She hoped the others would hear her, if not then the staff.
Rotham let her scream for several minutes. Only when she took a second, to catch her breath, did she hear him laughing. She turned to look at him then. He didn't look worried at all, if anything he seemed amused. He wiped his mouth when he saw he had her attention then explained, "Wont do you any good, love. My father had this room sound proofed, years ago."
She didn't believe him. "If...if that's so why cover my mouth then?"
He chuckled moving his hands to his pockets. "What can I say? I can't keep my hands off you." In truth, he'd learned the tactic in business. You never reveled your hand. It was always better to know more than everyone else in the room. Who know what you might gain. In this case she'd been so focused on shouting and screaming that she hadn't bothered to think of another plan of action and now, it was his turn!
No! No! This was a nightmare! She screamed as loud as she could as he began walking up to her. They traded places as he moved to the door and she went round to the desk, "DON'T YOU FUCKING TOUCH ME!" She threatened looking for a phone, code to the door, or a weapon. Anything that could stave him off until someone found them.
Rotham's eyes glistened with delight, he was still upset but couldn't stop laughing. It felt like they were playing some sort of game and it was only getting better by the second. He came at her again. Shyla lashed out grabbing whatever she could off the desk. She tossed cigars, then the box they'd come in, along with several paperweights. When all that remained were the pens she threw what she could then took the last two up like knives and got ready to jab his eyes out.
He put his hands on the back of one of the chair in front of his father's desk. He looked at her feral as she was and smiled. Calm and collected he made it clear, "One way or another Shyla. I'm going to get the fuck I want! I'm going to get those five hours back."
He was absolutely crazy! She could no longer hide her fear, it was written all over her face. He found he quite liked it! He had never felt so invigorated. He was loving every second of this and hoped it would never end. How he had missed her. It baffled him how someone he'd only know for one weekend could have such an affect on him.
Shyla didn't like the way he was looking at her. She stumbled back, not taking her eyes off him. She bit her lip then considered the windows. Maybe she could open one and cry out or jump. She'd jump if she had to! She turned from him, without a second thought, going for the windows as he lunged over the desk. She reached the windows but turned finding him on her again.
She tried to stab him with the pens. He grabbed one wrist nearly breaking it as he painfully jerked it. She dropped the pen but still stabbed at him with the other. She managed to run some ink across his jaw as he just barely dodged then grabbed her arm. He squeezed it until she let go of the pen. She tried to kick him but he dodged, once again, then twisted one of her arms behind her back.
He brought her in close and she could feel his breath on her neck. She cried out in pain, then pleaded. "Please! Please don't hurt me Rotham! Just let me go! I promise I wont say anything! I like your brother!"
"I don't care! Pretend!" hissed Rotham, pulling down the straps of her dress.
She lifted her foot and stomped it down on Rotham's shoe as hard as she could. He barely released her, this time but she jerked from his grasp. She ran to the window and tried to get it open but he grabbed her up once again. He madly shook her and slapped her about, several times. Then he grabbed both her wrists and forced her to face him.
"STOP FIGHTING ME!" He roared. "STOP DENYING ME OR I REALLY WILL HAVE TO HURT YOU, SHYLA!"
She refused to cooperate, and tried to head but him. She collided with his skull but it hurt her more then it did him. He was quickly losing his patience. As fun as this was, he was starting to get blue balls. He punched Shyla in the stomach and she bowled over, falling to her knees. She clutched her stomach and threw up but he didn't care.
He loomed over her and spat, "Why can't you just shut up and spread your legs?"
Shyla didn't respond. She just looked up at him still clutching her stomach. He glared down at her then opened his wallet and threw a wad of cash down. "Does money need to be involved to get you wet? It that it?"
Shyla cried uncontrollably now. "YOU'RE CRAZY!
"I'm not crazy!" Rotham hissed. He back handed her and she fell to the side just catching herself before she hit the floor. "Unless that is what you want? YOU WANT ME TO GET CRAZY!"
"NO!" she cried trying to back away from him.
He got up on her crouching down to meet her height, "Then stop messing around and give me what I want! Give me what I paid for!"
She trembled but shook her head, "NO! I WONT! I WONT DO THIS! I'll tell Liam. I'll tell your wife, you're mother. I don't care if they don't believe me, I'll go to the police, the news but someone-
He scoffed cutting her off.
"You really aren't good at manipulation, are you Shyla? You aren't going to tell anyone. Even if you do, no one is going to believe you. Even then, if somehow someone does. I am a powerful man. I have so much money. People like me never get in trouble, we just pay to make it go away. If anything you'll see me on the news with Petra buy my side. The public always eats that shit up!"
Shyla just sat there stunned by his sheer insanity. He was so cocky, so confident that he could do whatever he wanted and get away with it. Who knows he probably could. The thought made her stomach churn more then his punch. She sniffled breaking down even more. He had no sympathy for her and grew tired of her tears. She was a professional she knew what she was doing, now it was time to pay the price.
He grabbed her arms forcing her to stand. She still tried to fight. She threw punches and kicks but Rotham just lifted her up over his shoulder. He smacked her ass hard then carried her over to his father's desk.
"Come on now, we don't have all day. Let's get to it!"
He set Shyla down on his father's desk then ran his fingers through her hair. He wiped her face and cleaned her up a bit. She tried to kick him in the balls but she just managed to get his inner thigh. He punched her in the face and she flew back on the desk hitting her head. It hurt and she nearly blacked out as he nose started to bleed. Rotham parted her legs and undid his belt.
"I have to say Shyla, I'm very disappointed in your lack of cooperation, when large sums of money aren't involved." Rotham he reached up under her dress as she felt woozy. He grabbed hold of her underwear, tearing it off. He brought it up to his nose and breathed it in before he put it with the other he had in his pocket.
He forced the bottom of her dress up to her middle then pulled him member out. She sniffled and cried knowing she couldn't fight this. He jerk down the top of her dress exposing her breast. He leaned over her taking one and then other other in his mouth. He played with them, squeezing them before he pulled back and slapped his dick against her crotch.
He placed himself at her entrance, then hissed, "Just think of this as business."
He tried to push in but she was too dry, even with his finger play. He spit between her legs then on his dick and went to try again. She lifted her head placing a hand on his chest and pleaded "Please don't! Don't do this! Plea-"
He didn't let her finish speaking. He slapped her across the face and she fell back on the desk. He grunted then as he pinned her down and forced himself inside her. Shyla let out a high pitch scream as she felt him tear into her. He was surprised by her lungs and covered her mouth just in case it managed to break through the sound proofing.
"I know it's good but you have to keep it down or someone really will hear us!" he teased.
He kept forcing himself inside her until he filled her to the brim. When he could feel her cervix tightly pressed again the tip of his cock, he closed he eyes and settled there for a moment. This...this right here was what he had missed. This! Oh this fucking bitch whore cunt, there was nothing like it! He nearly came right then and there. Her smell, her warmth, her body just pulled him in and held him like no other.
It was like she was made just for him. He nearly wept he was so happy to be balls deep in her once again. Then he recalled how she'd rejected him. His face twisted quickly going from pleasure to rage. He'd show her! Didn't want him! When he was done with her she'd want for no one else but him!
Shyla felt like she was dying, like she was being split right down the middle. Her insides burned as her pulled back, then roughly pumped into her. She grabbed hold of his arm and tore up his sleeve. More than anything she wanted the others to come barging into the room and stop him. She wanted to tear him apart!
Rotham grunted and groaned as he slammed into her, pushing her beyond her limits. She kept clawing at his arm as she cried out but he didn't care. He didn't stop! Her muffled cries were like music to his ears. He looked down at her, even bloodied, bruised and broken, she was still so beautiful. He ran his hand over her breasts as she kicked her legs about. She madly squirmed but it only added to his pleasure.
It felt so good, every part of her felt so fucking good! He moved his hand to her clit, wanting to be generous. In time, she would learn he could be cruel or kind, the choice was always hers to make. He felt her body start to react as he gently caressed her clit. He knew how to touch a woman and what parts would get them going. He'd done his research years ago, reading every book and watching every movie he could find, to see how a woman's body worked. Once you knew enough tricks and techniques, there was nothing to it.
He knew whether Shyla liked it or not, her body would eventually adapt to please him. After all, that was her entire reason for being, to take his seed. He could feel her getting wet, a little bloody perhaps but she was taking him in none the less. She was so warm, so fucking warm! Soon he could feel her vaginal muscles squeeze around him, urging him to release. She was tighter then he recalled.
He shifted about trying to slow things down. He wanted this to last, their reunion, but her pussy was having none of it. It was hungry no doubt, having had a taste. It gripped onto him and wouldn't let out. It as a struggle every time he pulled out and gave way with ease, every time he pushed back in.
"Shit," he cursed, knowing he wasn't going to last much longer. "Ease up, stop bearing down on me or I'll blow my load early. I still the only man to ever cum inside you?"From the look of horror on her face, he knew he was, "Good, good, we're gonna keep it that way!"
She whimpered and trembled beneath him. Her nails had dug into his arm pretty good. It was bleeding but he didn't care. He wouldn't stop until this was done. He felt her twinge and he let out a low groan. His balls were ready to burst. He pushed in deep, let go of her mouth, then grabbed onto her hips and let loose, wildly thrusting.
She cried out pushing her hands against his chest, "Stop please! It hurts! it hurts!"
He was getting tired of her bullshit sobbing. She knew what she was! She knew what she had done to him. She couldn't get him all worked up then expect not to pay the price! For months he'd been longing for her, waning to bury his cock into her and she wasn't going to ruin this! She lashed out hitting him.
He punched her in the shoulder, then grabbed her up. He pulled out, only long enough to flip her. Then bent her over the desk, entered her hard and went to town. His thrust were long and powerful, so powerful they made the desk screech as it slid across the floor.
She dragged her hands across the desk screaming, "Stop! STOP! PLEASE STOP! IT HURTS!"
He smacked her ass hard but she wouldn't stop screaming so he grabbed her head by the back of the heair and bashed it into the table until she went quiet. Then he gathered her up locked his hands on her hips and unleashed once more. The sound of his balls smacking into her pussy filled the air and it was magnificent. She was lubed up now and he slipped and slided into her with such ease. He got close really close but he pulled back, then out.
He flipped her onto her back once more then pinned her hands above her. Her nose was gushing with blood. It ran down her face and chin but he didn't care. He kissed her on the lips as he pressed into her, then continued to drill her once more. He didn't last long, she just...she felt so good, he couldn't help himself.
He grunted and groaned cursing as he felt himself unable to hold back, "Fuck, fuck your pussy fuck, it's just too good. Uh...uhh a whore like you has no right to have a pussy this good!"
He wanted to watch her face as he came this time. He'd missed it last time but not this time! He crashed into her, pushing all the way up inside her. She cried out and then he felt her twist and twitch as he released. For a moment everything else vanished as such pleasure tore through him. He saw her eyes go wide as his warmth filled her. They were breathtaking. He rang his hand over over lip hold her face as he jutted every last drop into her.
She just lay there quiet and still as he stiffened. His euphoria rippled through his body and his chest felt like it was singing. He felt so alive and close to her. He nearly lost sense of himself and the situation he was in. As much as he wanted to keep going until he collapsed. He didn't have the time.
He reluctantly pulled out of her and ran his fingers through his hair. He looked around the room finally coming to his senses. He assessed the damages, what he could and couldn't fix. He took out a cigarette and lit it. He breath in the smoke through his mouth and let it out his nose. He hadn't planned for things to get this out of control.
When he followed her in here, he thought they might come to an 'understanding' and 'renegotiate'. He might seal the deal with a blow job, then after everyone had turned in for the night he would visit her room. He never planned to come undone but when it came to her, he found nothing was certain. She curled up on the desk, trying to cover herself. She was bruised and bleeding. He'd have to sort her out before they went back, himself as well, he supposed. He looked down at the number she'd done on his arm. Some of her scratches had cut deep. He'd have to wear long sleeves for a bit.
Shyla wasn't sure if she was in shock or what as she shivered on the desk. She tried to cover herself up as what just happened flashed across her mind. She kept crying and rocking herself wanting to make it stop. She just wanted to make it all stop! She put her hands over her ears even though the room was quiet, everything suddenly felt so noisy.
Rotham watched her as he finished off his cigarette. After he put it out, he put himself away zipping up his pants. He tucked his shirt in, then buckled his belt, before he started to tidy up the room as best he could. When no more could be done, he pulled out his glasses, putting them back. He adjusted them then himself before turned to Shyla. She was still a quivering mess on the desk.
He took out a handkerchief and started to clean her up. After a few seconds, she snapped out of her trance and shot off the desk and onto the floor. She hit it hard but got as far away from him as she could. He sighed but made no intention of going after her. He'd gotten what he wanted for now.
He smiled to himself then rubbed his jaw and said "Fine! Clean yourself up then but we can't stay here forever. We need to go back or the others are going to wonder what we've been up to." He smiled at her then added, "We can finished our discussion later." She shook her head not wanting to finish anything with him. He went to the door and entered the code. He opened it, then gestured to the hallway. "Come on then, go clean up in the bathroom, then get back to the sitting room. Tell them you're not feeling well, then turn in for the night. Give yourself time to rest and we'll talk more tomorrow."
She didn't say anything. She just looked at the open door. Her eye twitched with stress. She didn't want to go near him but the door way open. Her way out was open! She shakily got to her feet and cautiously shuffled towards it. She was nearly there, she managed to reach the doorway when he suddenly, grabbed her. He shut the door as she screamed out again. He caught her in his arms as she collapsed back, feeling completely overwhelmed and utterly helpless.
He lowered them both to the floor and just held her, running his hands through her hair as he soothed her, "Shhh, shhh come on now, pull yourself together. You're the one who wanted to be all business. Again, I gave you what you wanted. What happened here wasn't anything but a collection of debt, time owed. You owed me a fuck so I took a fuck. Now, if you decide to go out there, or anywhere else, and say that what we just did, right now was anything else, say…rape-"
Shyla shook as he said the word. Her eye twitched once more as she realized that is what he had just done. He'd just...He'd just raped her. She'd been raped. Rotham shook her making sure he had her full attention once more before he continued. His voice deepened as he talked quietly. "I'll deny everything to the point where you'll wonder if this even happened. No one will ever believe you and I'll see that you're life, what's left of it, is a living fucking nightmare. Now do you understand or do you need me to repeat it?"
Shyla's eyes popped she heard what he was saying but was too messed up right now to truly consider it. She just wanted to get away. "No, I understand!"
"Understand what?" he asked wanting her to be clear.
"I wont- I wont say anything." she cried closing her eyes.
"This was just?" He waited for a long moment then shook her when she didn't respond.
"Business," she sputterd.
"Right, because you owe me, now say it."
Shyla didn't want to say it. He was asking her to...to fucking justify what he'd just done. He shook her again and hissed "Shyla."
"I...you owe me." she said opening her eyes.
"No, You know what I want to hear?" he said shaking her again, "You owe me, I don't owe you shit, now say it right."
"I owe you, you don't- don't owe me shit." she choked. Her mind felt like it was on fire now matching the burning between her legs.
He kissed the top of her head. "Good girl, you might not be so stupid after all. Now we shall finish our 'business' another time. We really must be getting back."
He stood them up, then walked her out into the hall. For good measure, he also walked her to the bathroom to make sure she truly understood. Once she was alone inside, she threw up several times, her body violently shaking. She quickly washed herself off in the sink. She nearly climbed into it as she scrubbed her arms, hands, legs and face. There was so much blood and bruises were starting to form all over. She splashed water up inside herself wanting him out of her. She caught sight of herself in the mirror and she was a mess. She didn't know how she was going to walk back in there like this and pretend everything was okay but he expected her to.
She could hear him standing outside the room, humming as if to remind her he was waiting. He no doubt wanted to examine her and make sure she cleaned up properly. She cried some more but cleaned herself up again and then again for good measure. She adjusted her dress and took her hair down moving it about until she could hide most of it. Most of it….she still looked so awful and felt even worse. She felt like she had been gutted and laughed almost hysterically to herself.
She heard Rotham lightly knock on the door and covered her mouth, forcing herself to be quiet. She took another long minute then collected herself as best she could and stumbled out of the bathroom. She expected him to be standing right there but he wasn't...which was somehow worse. She didn't like not knowing where he was. She took several cautious steps thinking he might jump out at her a from nowhere. Yet she didn't see him, he seemed to be gone. She hurried through the hall until she found the right door. She could hear muffled talking on the other side.
She took a deep breath and just stood there for a moment. She had no idea how long she'd been gone but it felt like hours, if not days. She wondered how no one had noticed her or Rotham's absence. She had been upset when she left, perhaps they thought she had needed some time too cool offer. She could vaguely recall her disgust and anger at their conversation it seemed so trivial now given all that had just happened.
Her hand trembled as she reached for the door. She opened it a small crack and saw Liam was casually playing cards with his family. He had no idea what was going on...none of them did. She opened the door a bit more but stayed in the shadows. Her voice caught in her throat as she called out, "Li..Liam." It sounded so weak. She closed her eyes then spoke louder, "Liam."
Liam turned slightly, "Yeah," he said not looking away from his cards.
"I think I'm sick. I'm gonna take a bath and head to bed,"
"Oh," he said perking up more, "I was wondering what was taking you so long."
He had noticed! She didn't know if that made her feel better or worse. If...if he had noticed her absence why hadn't he come looking for her. She continued on "I'm sorry I threw up," she shuttered.
"Oh my, don't come in here," said Claire. "I don't want to get sick. I have such a fragile condition these days, even the mere thought of being sick is making me sick."
"You go up," he said I'll swing by your room later."
"Okay, but I...I might be asleep."
"If she's sick dear, you don't want to disturb her. You go to bed Shyla and feel better. "Then under her breath she said, "I'll have the room deep cleaned after she leaves. Perhaps the whole house given the children are sick. Maybe we should depart come morning"
"It will be fine," said Petra, "Also I think I've won,"
"Again," said Claire.
The family continued on and she almost wanted to fling the door open and scream but Rotham's hand suddenly fell on her shoulder. He'd come up from behind and had been watching to see what she did. He helped her quietly shut the door. Alone in the hall, the two stared at one another. She saw he'd thrown on a sweater and cleaned himself up more.
"Good girl, I'm glad you understand." She didn't respond she just looked at the ground. He stepped forward and she stepped back. He stepped forward again and she stepped back until she hit the wall. He leaned in and she feared what he might do but he simply kissed her forehead then stepped back. "Hurry up to bed now, before I decide to tuck you in."
She shuttered at the thought then turned and ran off to her room. Rotham watched her until she disappeared. He really wish he could tuck her in, but alas, he needed to make sure no one was the wiser or their little tryst. He put on a smile then pulled out a bottle of wine he had tucked under his arm.
He entered the room looking a little tired, "Sorry I couldn't find the bottle I was thinking of. I looked all over but found a good, Yormshe, from the last century."
"Oh, good," said Claire, "I thought you might have forgotten. We almost came looking for you."
"But I insisted we play cards." said Petra. Making it clear she'd kept everyone in the room.
"Ah," he said, giving her a generous nod that made it clear she would be rewarded.
She smiled back at him, knowing exactly what she wanted. Rotham poured them all a glass, even Shyla then looked around confused, "Oh has Shyla not returned from the bathroom?"
"No, she fell ill and turned in early." said Petra with a sly smile.
"Yes," said Claire covering her mouth, "Who knows how long she's been sick and spreading her germs about."
"It could be from dinner," said Liam. "I'm feeling sick myself."
"I think the Ovey was under cooked," said Rotham.
"It did taste off," said Claire, "Oh food poisoning would be the worst."
"I feel fine," said Richard.
"You always feel fine," said Claire giving him a bitter look.
Liam took up his wine glass.
"How many drinks have you had tonight, Liam" said Petra, "Half a dozen?"
"Oh no, do you want to spent the summer in rehab again," said Claire. She quickly got up and took Liam's wine glass away.
"I'm not relapsing, everyone drinking," said Liam standing up.
"Well not everyone is an alcoholic. I'm cutting you off for the rest of the night." said Claire setting his glass down on the mantle.
"I know my limit mother. I'm not a child."
"Then stop acting like one," said Rotham.
"Nothing but water until tomorrow." said Claire.
Liam groaned but moved to look out the window.
Rotham sat down next to Petra and she leaned into him. She could smell he'd just had sex. As he put his arm around her. She lovingly whispered into his ear, "You owe me some explanations,"
"And you'll get them," said Rotham casually taking a sip of his wine.
"Tonight," she insisted before taking a sip of her own wine.
"Tonight," he agreed.
"I'd better," said Petra before the two shared a quick kiss.
"Oh, you two at the rate you're going, you're libel to make me another grandchild."
"Why not two." teased Rotham."
The room chuckled, save for Liam and Rotham smiled happy as can be.
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