Chapter 3

Wreck 

"UGH!"

I didn't expect him to push me on the bed as soon as we entered the hotel room he brought me.

I swallowed hard and thought about what I had gotten into tonight. Yeah, he is Logan, I'm not afraid of him because he's a good man, he's been so good to me and he loves me so much. Yes, that was then, and now is different. But still, he's Logan. Even though he is very angry with me, I know he will not hurt me physically.

I swallowed hard.

What if he hurts me now? How about me? How can I run and free myself from his bad side? My God! Why I'm putting myself in this situation?

My grip on the blanket tightened when he forcibly pulled me by the arm. With the amount of alcohol I drank, with the strength of the alcohol I drank earlier, it didn't seem like it was enough to make me completely numb to what he did and will do. Because of what he did, I now feel the amount of his anger and hatred towards me.

"You, prove it to me, Klara. Where are you proud you can make me pleasure like before? Come on! Don't just look at me! Get up and prove it to me now!" I could see in his eyes a mixture of anger and desire for me.

I feel like I want to be scared. I also feel sorry for myself that he will do this.

I gulp and bite my lips. His old look full of love and appreciation for me is gone. His good side turns into a beast now.

"What? Shall we just stare at each other?" he sarcastically smirks.

"Turn off the light first," I said while still staring into his eyes.

He frowns. "Why? You have a different passion now?"

"Everybody changes, Logan. If I used to want a light on while we were making out, now I don't. So, turn it off now."

He smirks, and he turned off all the lights around.

His image stood before me. "Now..satisfy me, Klara, be worth my money, bitch!"

I bit my lip hard. Be worth his money. Damn! Do I look like a digger in his eyes? It hurts to think about it, it hurts even more emotionally.

Even though he didn't see me too much, I closed my eyes tightly as I took off all my clothes. I'm just worried that he will see it, so I'd rather have the lights off.

I stood up and approached him naked. I slowly take his coat off and unbutton his polo. He let me. I know he's looking at me intently. Next, I unbuckled his belt and pulled off his slacks. I also immediately followed his boxer briefs.

Now, we're the same. Totally naked under the cold and dark hotel room.

"Eat me." I can't swallow what he said directly.  "Work for my money. Make sure I still have fun with you."

I badly want to cry. But I still stopped my emotions.

"S-Sure. I'm still the same, good as what you remember."

I knelt in front of him and gently felt his masculinity. My hands have their own mind pleasuring him. I feel his deep breathing as I caress him and play with his length. I can feel the wetness of her penis. I slowly put him in my mouth. I closed my eyes and played with it with my tongue.

I felt him pulling my hair and pressing my head against his shaft. I know, he's really enjoying what I'm doing.

I'm still playing with his cock using my warm and wet mouth and tongue. I'm licking him up and down, pulling and pushing him out in my mouth. I'm licking and sucking every inch of him. Even though his length doesn't fit in my mouth and he's grown too much. His pride is bigger and thicker than ever, and he grows even bigger the longer he is in my mouth.

Several times I heard him being insulted while moaning. My heart is happy with his reactions. Anyway, I'm still good for him. After many years I have had no practice in such activities. Because the last time I felt it, was the day I had to let go and leave him.

I didn't stop him. I don't even care about myself if I'm still breathing or if my chest is losing air from what I'm doing to make him happy.

"F..Faster bitch! Ugh!"

He guides my head pulling and pushing his dick in my mouth, I'm barely breathing anymore, I'm running out of air and I'm completely weak.

"Oh! Faster, faster, bitch, deep it into your mouth."

That's what he keeps saying. I'm closing my eyes because my breath is not enough in my chest.

He makes it faster and deeper. I didn't complain. If this way he can ease his anger toward me, I will do it and let it go.

I hardly breathe when he pulled out his pride from me. I can see in its dark image that he is putting a condom on his long penis.

I don't want to think why he would put it on. He really thinks that I'm too dirty, who did he think passed me by? He even accuses me of being a slut, a whore. But it's up to him. He will think of everything as ugly to me. I do not care anymore because it's hard to explain to someone blind with anger.

"I don't want to cum in your mouth." I gasped in pain as he carelessly pulled me by my arm.

He bends and positions me on the edge of the bed while pinning my hands on the side of the bed. And then he takes me from behind.

"Hmph!" I moaned loudly and bit my lip hard because of the pain of it entering me.

Oh god! What kind of pain is that?

"Ugh!" I stopped moaning because of the pain when he completely inserted himself into me. I closed my eyes in so much pain, and I also firmly held onto the bed to get strength.

"You still have this tight pussy, huh." I heard what he said and then slapped both of my butt cheeks.

"Logan," I utter his name because of so much pain I feel. I was panting, at the same time as the pain in my core and especially in my stomach.

"You're really surprising me, bitch. I'm really surprised," he said as he started to move in and out carelessly.

"Logan, p-please. It's painful. Ugh," I begged softly.

He stops thrusting himself into my core.

"I'll pay you! So, you have no right to complain, Klara! You have no right to complain because I will pay you!" Then he hits me again very hard.

I really want to scream because every move it makes hurts so much. He is really wrecking my walls just to please and satisfy his lust...I feel sorry for myself because of his pigging out on me tonight. I feel so hopeless and hurt by his every careless thrust. I can feel his shock and anger toward me with every advance he makes.

"L-Logan... Please, it hurts." I'm trying to stop him but he's too stubborn to hear my complaint.

I endured everything. Also, my stomach hurts a bit.

This is all my fault, why am I hurting now? I have my choice. If I hadn't gone along and sent him insulting me earlier at the bar, This wouldn't have happened to me now. I won't be hurt anymore now.

I trained myself to the pain of him going in and out of me. Until I became numb to the pain and I could feel the slight tickle caused by his length. I was moaning, not from pure pain, but from the mixture of happiness and intense pain that I was experiencing at that time.

"Ugh," he groaned. ."You're right, Klara… you're still desirable like before," he said breathlessly. "Even though many of us have entered here, you are still delicious, you are still delicious." Then his thrust becomes deeper and deeper every time.

"Ugh!!" I moaned loudly as I accepted him. "Oh…"

He was still riding fast behind me. I almost fell because my knee was shaking so much. If he hadn't held my hips, I would have fallen to the floor.

Maybe he felt that I was getting tired of our position. So, he pushed me onto the bed. He moves my legs apart from each other and moves deeper behind me again.

I was moaning with a mixture of pain and pleasure at his careless claim on me. A mixture of alcohol, emotion, and stomach ache was what I endured so much at that time.

We both moan while he's moving fast behind me. He is in pleasure, I am in pain and pleasure.

"Move your legs wide for me, bitch." I did as he ordered. He lays down and put me on top of him.

"Be worth my money. Move, and make me cum. Now!"

Be worth his money again! Damn him! Damn him!

I stared at his face as we reflected on each other.

Logan. I don't like the way you're hurting me... I miss the old you. The old you that I wanted... that I loved.

My heart was crying as I began to grind on top of him. I cum many times, but I'm not satisfied at all because of the protection he uses on me.

I'm moving as fast as I can. I'm pleasuring him even though there's still a pain in me.

"Ugh," I moaned in pain when he carelessly caressed my breasts.

"L-Logan, it hurts…" I winced.

"Shut up and move, Klara. Don't stop or else I'll let you see my beast side!"

I gasped and was hurt again by his yelling. I just bite my lip and move. I endured double pain for myself.

Oh, my God. Why is he doing badly with me now? Can't he forgive me? Can't we repeat our past? How to get all that back?

I stopped crying in front of him. I don't want to show him that I'm hurt. Maybe after this, we won't see each other again. He only needs my body tonight before his marriage with someone.

"Faster!"

"Ugh!" I feel his tight grip on my waist. I knew it would be a bruise.

He guides my hips to make me move faster. But when he was not satisfied with what I was doing, he changed our position. There, he's taking me hard and without any care. He really wants to wreck my whole body, my aching core... my aching abdomen, my aching lower body, and my aching heart. He did everything to make me moan in pain, and that makes him more satisfied than ever.

My lips, my breast, I'm sure it will swell. My feminine part, it's sure to swell too much because of him recklessly going in and out of me several times in a row throughout the night.

I just let him hurt me. Make love and hurt me again. I persevere because every time I complain, it is equivalent to some sharp insults to my personality.

I want to cry out loud, to stop him from hurting me. But I'm scared. Maybe because I will experience more than just hurt and insults from him. Maybe too much, too much for everything he can do. He is the one who said that he can pay for my whole being.

I couldn't do anything else, but close my eyes and let him go even though I was in so much pain.

Logan. I can't take it anymore... Please, stop hurting me.

I whispered to him.