Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

Christy violently shrugged his muscular arm off her shoulder and scooted away. "Don't touch me ever again and don't call me baby."

Reggie stood up. He realized she was upset, but she would eventually get over it. "Listen, baby, before you go tell your husband or anyone else about this, you should know that I'm not who you or your husband think I am. I gave Dave a fake name and I. D. when I moved here. My real last name is Johnson. I'm Reggie Johnson. If you don't know who I am, you can look me up on Google."

She vaguely remembered that name from somewhere, but she was too distressed to think about it now. "Get out of our house and don't ever come back," she spat.

He chuckled at her. "I have a receipt for a year's lease paid in full and signed by your husband. I'm not going anywhere, baby. I'm staying right here with you." "Dave will notice the marks you left on me, you disgusting pig. He's going to have you put in jail."

Reggie's eyes lit up with rage. "That wouldn't be smart. If you want Dave to live, you better hope he never finds out who I am or what we done today. And don't ever threaten me, or the beating I just gave you will seem like gentle petting." He reflected for a moment before continuing. "I know all about your family. Your Grandma Emily lives at 425 Elm Street in Springfield, your mom and dad at 321 Flagmore Drive in Dover. Be nice and cooperate, and I'll take care of you. But if anyone finds out who I am or that I'm here, if I'm arrested for any reason, I'm gonna assume you ratted on me; and my homeboys will be coming for your husband, your family, and your friends - everyone even remotely related to you. Trust me, they won't be able to hide.

"You seem like a smart girl. Do your research before you open your mouth," he added.

How did he know where her parents lived, her grandmother's name and where she lived? Christy was unaware that he had accessed her phone while she was at the gym, that he had searched through her house each day when she was gone, went through her personal papers, researched every aspect of her life over the past weeks.

"Be nice to me. I know what it feels like inside you. I made you cum several times, baby. Don't try to deny it because I felt you doing it on my cock. I came in your pussy and in your mouth and you swallowed every last bit of me. Even though you married, we shared something special with each other today, Christy - our secret, and it makes you my girlfriend. There's just a little red mark on your face, nothing too noticeable unless you let Dave see the rest of your sexy body." He paused for a moment, his eyes raking her still naked figure on display for him. "Them beautiful tits and that tight stomach took some punishment. That wouldn't have happened if you had cooperated. If you get bruises, keep your clothes on around your husband until they fade."

He smirked at her. "Guess you may have to cut poor Dave off for a while - no more sex with him for a week or two. After how we fucked today you should be satisfied for a while anyway. If Dave asks about the mark on your face, tell him you accidentally slipped at the gym and hurt yourself."

Rage surged through her veins and she wanted to scratch Reggie's face off with her fingernails, yet she was powerless to do anything but remain silent while staring up at him from the edge of her bed where she still helplessly sat. "You wanna come take a shower with me, baby? Since you probably won't be able to fuck Dave for a while, we can have a quickie before he gets home. I'll even let you suck my cock some more. You seemed to like doing that." Was he serious? How could he think that she wanted more sex or that she had enjoyed any part of what he had done to her? She looked away from him in disgust.

"Suit yourself," he added, heading toward her master bathroom. He had his own bathroom near his room; he didn't belong in hers. He was treating her house the same way he had just treated her body - like it belonged to him. While Reggie showered, the once confident Christy sat in shock on her bed pondering what had occurred and what he had said to her. He was dangerous and violent, and his threats were serious. She debated reporting him to law enforcement anyway. But her ordeal - so filthy, vile, and embarrassing - would need to be retold.

He had made her body become aroused and do embarrassing things. She had climaxed for him more than once. Reggie would claim the act was consensual. Would Dave believe her orgasms were involuntary? Everyone, including Dave, would know she had been fucked by this disgusting man, that he had performed oral sex on her, and that she had performed it on him and swallowed his cum. How could she ever explain these awful things to people?

Paramount and most terrifying of all, if Reggie was who he claimed to be, she risked causing her family and friends tortuous deaths. Somehow, he knew where her parents and grandma lived. What else did he know about her? Christy decided to keep what had happened a secret until she found out more about Reggie Johnson. With his cum leaking from her pussy and his taste remaining in her mouth, she hastily dressed and left before he finished showering. But Christy missed her promising job interview.

Christy learned that Reggie Johnson had a lengthy Wikipedia page devoted to him. There was stuff all over the Internet about him. Officials suspected him responsible for numerous drug related murders and heinous crimes. Many of his victims were tortured and mutilated in horrible ways. He allegedly reigned over an extensive criminal empire, and with the help of powerful friends and gifted attorneys, he avoided conviction.

Christy had tried making herself scarce while Dave wasn't around to evade Reggie. It was torment having to share her home with the pervert who had molested and raped her. But one night while she was alone making dinner, Dave watching football in the living room, Reggie came into the kitchen to get himself and Dave another beer.

His proximity filled Christy with apprehension and embarrassment. The tension was palpable, but it was entirely hers. Each time she saw him she relived what he had done to her. But Reggie seemed unphased by her discomfort, carrying himself with an apparent pride that sickened her. Being alone in the same room with him was intolerable.