Thread: Seeking Other Alternatives {darkest_fate&whtbitch4u2own}

It was impossible for her to digest this was pleasing Cain, hurting her like this. It was hard as it was to see this side of him and now, the way he was acting and treating her. It was as if he'd washed away all those years of respect she had for the fatherly gentleman. Many times in past, he'd helped her, taking on a role of a guardian when her father thought it was a situation best handled by Cain. One of those recent decision she respected was the type of college she should go into, considering how fame followed her after her work in acting. She still remembers the first phone she got from Cain and her father wouldn't budge on buying her one, saying it was too early. She knew it was early but the gift was a positive enforcement should she maintains straight A's in the junior year of her high school. It was for those reasons she was having hard times facing and accepting this side of him. It was obvious this wasn't some joke. If it was, it certainly has crossed the line. Her jaw dropped when pinned her with his strength and waist while she couldn't to throw tantrums at him. It was all she could with her pretty little mouth. Her mouth was starting to get dried, making her thirsty as she continued to wet her lips with her tongue. Right? You are not my father and if you think you have some right over me, then you are just senile and delusional! She shouted, feeling him breathe warm air over her face as he continued to speak. She gasped and sucked in some air, I am an adult Cain and I know what's best for me. You are nobody to tell me anything otherwise. She continued to argue but exhale forcefully when he tugged at her hair even more tightly, dismissing the butterfly buckle in the back of her head that held her hair firmly. With that, few strands of hair came lose, coming to the sides of her face, giving her a bit of messy look. She could feel his hand continue to work at her sex, not only making her spread wider but also making her step on her tip toes to soften his harsh grip on her sex. With his hand there, she could feel the softness of her sex and how he was violating her with no remorse on his face. He didn't even look sorry for doing this which made her fear just how far he was going to go....because he's already crossed the line with her. Occasionally, she's step onto his fancy shoes in attempt to gain some height but then that would bring her much closer to his frame and she'd pull back. She knew she was losing and had no way out of this. That didn't mean she was giving up, especially when she felt him yank her head back and started to pull at her sex, maneuvering her tiny frame away from the door and towards the furniture and couches in the living room. Using what he just said, she looked up at him, her hand on his wrist of the hand that was tugging at her hair and the other hand holding his hand that cupped her sex, Then stop this. If it's a shame....why do this? Please, just.... She was trying to sweet talk some sense into him and then fired away, To hell with your passion and pleasurable ways. What woman would want this! You are an asshole. She grunted and now started to push him but when she couldn't, she gripped at his shirt. She was also trying to add some height with him cupping her sex but in all the efforts, one or few of his buttons broke lose and the shirt even tear open by the fourth button. She knew she shouldn't have but it all happened so far, Gosh...I'm sorry. She said almost with fear, seeing him what he has done to her so far. Her own black top was partially tugged into her pants which was now all untucked.