From Behind

At first, there is only this vague feeling that I am being watched. A change in the shadows that I notice only out of the corner of my eye. Then the sound, barely audible, outside in the hallway. Soft footsteps. Thomas—it can only be him. He has come to watch us.

A knot forms in my stomach. I am excited—and sad. It is a stark contrast to what I was feeling just a moment ago. It was a state between elation and devotion, in which there was no room for thoughts or worries. Now reality catches up with me with full ****.

I feel an insane urge to explain myself. At the same time, I know that there are no words that can properly describe this. No version of my story that sounds harmless. No confession that isn't a lie.

Part of me wants to jump up, run to him, say something. Anything.

Another part wants to stay where I am, pretend nothing happened. Against my better judgment, I hope that Thomas will turn around. That he will decide not to watch us. That he doesn't want to know what is happening here.

I am relieved—and even more surprised—when the shadow disappears and the footsteps recede. Can that be? Has Thomas finally come to his senses? It has to be that way, who else could have been watching us?

Dirk's clearing of his throat makes me flinch.

He slaps my bare butt with his flat hand. A sound so sharp and piercing that it hurts.

“Get up,” he growls.

He gives me neither time nor choice. He positions me so that I am kneeling in front of him on the sofa. I feel as if I am nothing more than a mannequin to him, which he bends to his will. He stands directly behind me and...

This time I can't suppress the scream. He fucks me with a speed and radicality that shatters my defenses. Hard, brutal, raw. I have no control anymore. He takes me in a way that makes it clear that it's all about him now. As if he wants to make up for something or get something back after I climaxed before him.

He thrusts, again and again. Sinks into me with his entire, enormous length. The collision of our wet bodies echoes through the room, accompanied by my uncontrolled gasping and his heavy breathing.

Too much, too exhausting. I'm wiped out. Distraught, I catch myself hoping that he'll finish soon and cum inside me. How can I want that? He's been fucking me without protection for a week. I'm not using contraception. I could get pregnant. Maybe I already am. I have no idea.

I didn't plan on getting pregnant again. This isn't the life I want. And yet I'm letting it happen.

What he does to me feels too good. My body craves it like a ****. Deep inside, I can already feel the next orgasm rolling in.

Dirk is faster. He snorts like a stallion, rams his cock into my pussy one last time and comes. I swear I can feel him squirting his cum right into my cervix.

He pulls out without further ado. Something sticky and warm runs down the insides of my thighs. I tip over to the side and just lie there, too exhausted to move. Half satisfied, half disappointed because I didn't reach my climax.

Dirk picks up my nightgown and wipes himself clean with it. Then he pats me on the butt.

“Come on, get up. Or do you want Sina to find you here like this tomorrow morning?”

Bastard.