Her Secret (Open)

Ginny continued to kiss Scott unable to stop even though the logical part of her mind begged her to. Why was she doing this for? She was supposed to hate him for raping her and her best friend. She was beginning to think that she as well as Scott needed therapy.

She tensed when he paused. For a split second she thought he was going to begin beating her but then something strange happened. He began to kiss her back and his angry thrusting became softer with more feeling. She looked at him wide eyed as their lips locked together and she couldn't help it when fresh tears fell down her face. She wasn't sure what emotions she was now feeling but all she knew was that she was glad he wasn't hurting her.

She never saw this side to him before. This gentle loving side. It was as if he had multiple personalties. He seemed to change immediately. She liked this side of him and ran her fingers through his long hair while allowing her legs to spread just a little bit wider for him. She tried to relax this time wanting to feel pleasure instead of the constant pain.

When his mouth left hers she began to speak. "Scott, why are you being so nice now? I..I don't understand. Whats going on with you?"...
 
"You're mine," He said, kissing, whispering, his body pressing softly against hers, feeling the entire length of her writhing against him. He loved that feeling. Her full breasts pressing into his chest, her nipples hard and eager for more attention. Her legs arched back with each thrust, curling back to his ass, grabbing hold of him, making sure he remained close, and would never leave her.

No, of course not. He would never leave her.

"I love when you accept you are mine," He said, nibbling against her neck. He bit down, just hard enough to leave a mark. He enjoyed leaving marks, it would not draw blood, or have any lasting effect, but people would clearly see it for a few hours, rough and red upon her skin. He wished to mark her, part of his ownership.

"Are you not mine? Can I not have you?"
 
"You said no, and he didn't stop?" He didn't understand. He looked down at her, so soft, so crumpled, holding onto his chest as if it were a life preserver. Those tears welling up in her eyes.

How could she say such a thing and not have him want to talk about it?

"That's rape... we need to call the police," He brushed the hair out of her eyes. Maybe something did happen, but she was just remembering it wrong. If a woman says no, it means no, even in the heat of the moment. If he did anything to her after that, then David had no choice but to call the cops.

"I can't believe he would do this to you... rape you? He's my best friend... he... he wanted to go out with Ginny. He liked her. What if he rapes her too?"

The thought of someone, anyone touching his sister was just unreal. He couldn't even think of it. In his mind, he saw nothing but red. Everything he shared with his sister, every intimate moment, even if he was unsure about himself, about their taboo relationship, still it was consensual.

No matter what, he'd never forced her. That, was at least something.

"Where is he? I'll get to the bottom of this..."

He had a bat in his room.
 
Ginny could hear his possessive words against her ear and she shuddered. He wanted to claim her, own her. She wasn't sure if thats what she wanted and she whimpered against his neck. She was very confused over it all. "No Scott. You can't have me" she suddenly blurted out. Was that how she really felt though? Deep down she did want him even though she knew it was wrong. After all he did to her and Amber she should have called the police and had him arrested but something inside of her kept going back to him. It was a deep internal conflict that caused her much anguish.

He continued to thrust inside of her regardless if she wanted it or not. Even though she told him no he didn't stop. He seemed to want her even more now and in a sick way she wanted it more too. When she arched her neck back his teeth came down upon it and began to suck and gently bite. She winced and closed her eyes tightly. Her body trembled as the pain increased. She brought her hands up and pushed on his chest fighting him a bit but he held her down firmly and there was nothing she could do but take it. She knew a mark would be left on her tender skin and that was just one way to show the world that she was owned..by him.

As she struggled she realized that her juices were coating his cock and she felt ashamed. He knew she wanted it even though she protested. "Scott you are drunk, you don't know what you are doing" she said and began to push at his body again trying to get him off her. Nobody from the party was coming for her. Just like in the woods she was alone and the more that this would happen the more Scott would fully own her...
 
"You don't want me??" He hissed such an accusation at her, forcing her legs apart as his cock further invaded her. He had stopped whatever pleasure he was giving her, resorting to his own selfish means, his own cocking, wanting to satisfy, to cum, to dive deep into her wanting folds.

His hand ran down the length of her, between their bodies, gripping her clit and forcing his fingers inside of her, next to his cock. He brought them back out, pushing them in her mouth, letting her taste and smell it.

"It feels like you do... it sounds like you do, you can even here it. The sound of sex, your cunt opening up, my balls crashing against your ass. When are you going to stop pretending its rape and accept what you want, what you desire."

He rolled his hips into her, letting her just feel his cock. He forced his hand over her eyes, blocking her senses except for her own taste of arousal on her tongue. All she could hear was their rich thick sound of fucking. Her only touch was his hard body, forceful and caring, determined and full.
 
Ginny gasped when she suddenly realized that Scott was turning angry again. He was so unpredictable. His thrusting was becoming more vile and suddenly he did something so raw and degrading. He slid his fingers inside of her and then forced them into her mouth. She squirmed underneath him and shook her head. She could taste herself and she knew deep down that she wanted him, wanted all of this. She was ashamed, so ashamed of her own feelings and desires. He knew. He knew that she wanted this. She couldn't lie anymore. He knew the truth. He could see through her.

His hand came down over her eyes. She couldn't see. Everything went black. She could hear his voice and taste herself as he continually forced her to lick her juices from his fingers. Tears fell down and coated his hand. She brought her hands up and pressed againt his chest trying to push him off but he was relentless. The more she struggled the harder he fucked her. He was almost there though. Soon he would release himself all over her. Her body was aching from the all the struggling she had been doing. At least she wasn't cut and bruised like the night he raped her in the woods. This time her family was around. He knew better than to draw blood, but with the crazy look in his eyes she wasn't sure anymore.

"Scott"...
 
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