"What else did you let him do? Where else did you let him put his skinny little fingers?"
He made it sound so dirty, when it had just been innocent exploration between two teenage kids, hadn't it? That was normal. This was the fucked-up thing.
He twisted my nipple when I didn't answer.
I sucked in a breath at the pain. "I don't know—oh God."
"Your cunt? Did he touch you there?"
His coarse words made my face heat. I couldn’t remember ever hearing that word aloud but I knew what it meant. Maybe it was just a universal sound or the tone he used, derisive and eager in one note.
"No,” I said. “Sometimes his hands would slip under my jeans, but only in the back."
"He touched your ass. That's it? That's all he got to do to you?"
Cheeks burning, I nodded.
"No wonder that didn't last. What about the next boyfriend? Did you put out for him?"
My voice fell to a whisper. “There wasn’t…He wasn’t…”
"Tell me about the big day. Were there rose petals and candles?"
The pain washed over me afresh. Romance? Not likely. I cursed my mother all over again for not seeing through him, for not seeing how much I was hurting in those weeks before she discovered us.
“He wasn’t my boyfriend.”
"Ah, now that is interesting. Where were you the first time, in his car?"
"In my room.”
“What did he have you do?”
“He said to... I was on my hands and knees."
He whistled. "He came at you from behind for your first time. That's harsh. I don't think I would've even done it that way. Did you come like that, with your face hugging the sheets?"
I shook my head quickly.
It had hurt so bad. He'd stabbed deep inside, and I hadn't known how to control the depth at all, had been too afraid and cowed to fight back. I hadn't been able to, with his hands on my hips, holding me steady for his thrusts. The floral fabric of the comforter turned damp beneath my cheeks as I cried in pain, but he told me to quiet down.
The first always hurts, he’d whispered.
That was in the past. The horrible memory wasn't relevant to me anymore. Except this man pulled me down to the fraying floral bedspread. The towel remained in a limp heap where I had sat, leaving my body completely exposed. I shut my eyes tightly, but I could see the scene as clearly as if we were in broad daylight. My body awkwardly splayed across the bed, tense and vulnerable. He still fully clothed, wearing jeans and a blue button-down.
I felt my hands pulled above my head.
"I wouldn't treat you that way," he said. "The first time is something special."
The sleek sound of leather whipped through the air. I cringed, anticipating the blow.
He soothed me with a stroke of my thigh, as if I were an animal. Gentle hands wrapped the smooth leather around my wrists and secured them to the headboard with an ease that scared me.
"You can get out of that," he said, nodding toward my tethered hands. "If something were to happen, you could wriggle and yank them out. It's safe."
Safe? Was that really a consideration here? This whole thing was unsafe. That was too mild a word. It was devastating.
A tear slipped down my cheek. "Why?"
His face darkened. "We aren't back to that again, are we?"
"Please," I babbled. "I won't tell anyone. Just don't hurt me, please."
He pulled a knife from his pocket. My eyes widened and I squirmed. Instead of using it on me, he cut a strip of the damp towel and slanted it over my mouth, tying it behind my head.
At my pleading look, he shook his head sadly. "We had an agreement. You can't just change your mind. There's a word for girls who do that."
A low, mournful sound left my throat.
"Is that really what you want, girl? To make me angry? To leave me with this?" He gestured jerkily to his crotch, at the bulge in the denim.
I shook my head—no, no. I didn’t want him to be angry.
"That's right. It will be okay. You let boyfriend number one touch your tits. You let non-boyfriend number two fuck your cunt. Now you're going to let the dangerous stranger you met on a road trip tie you up and fuck you. It's a fantasy, sunshine. Just a dream."
Though it seemed very real when he stood and took off his clothes. I couldn't see very clearly in the dark, just angled shadows and sleek lines. A light dusting of hair on dusky skin. My vision was blurry, but I felt his presence, touched by the hawk-like gaze on my body and battered by his arousal pulsing in the air.