Chapter 39 Thirty Nine
Chapter 39 Thirty Nine
Zara
Clara and Mia left around eight in the evening after seeing some bad movies and eating terrible takeout, I stood at the door watching them walk down the hallway toward the elevator, feeling the emptiness of the apartment the moment they disappeared from sight. The bruise on my cheek had turned from purple to greenish-yellow at the edges, the colors of decay, I felt like I was standing still while the world spun on without me.
I closed the door, locked it, leaned my forehead against the wood, and pulled out my phone.
I needed him. Right now.
Me: Are you busy?
Three dots appeared almost immediately.
Darren: Never too busy for you. What’s wrong?
Me: How do you know something is wrong?
Darren: Because you texted instead of calling like you usually do when you’re horny.
I smirked despite everything and decided to be bold.
Me: Maybe I am horny… and sad… and I need you to come fuck the sadness out of me. I’m wearing that black silk robe you like. Nothing underneath except a tiny thong that’s already soaked just thinking about your cock.
Darren: Zara…
Me: I keep touching myself thinking about you bending me over and fucking this pussy. My fingers aren’t enough. I need you stretching me open, fucking me deep until I can’t think about anything else. Come over. Please. I’ll be a good girl for you tonight.
There was a pause,
Darren: Ok I'm on my way.
My heart leapt with Joy. While waiting, I cleaned the apartment in a frenzy, then changed into the black silk robe, letting it hang loosely so it barely covered my ass.
He knocked at 8:47.
The moment I opened the door, Darren stepped inside, his eyes darkening the second he saw me in the robe. He closed the door and pulled me into a deep kiss, but when he pulled back and saw the bruise, his expression changed.
“What happened to your face, Zara?”
I told him everything, the anonymous letter, my father’s rage, the slap, the accusations. He listened his jaw tight, anger simmering beneath his controlled surface.
“I’m so fucking sorry, baby,” he whispered, cupping my face gently. “No one should ever put their hands on you.”
“I don’t want to talk about it anymore,” I said, voice needy. “I want you to make me forget.”
Darren’s eyes turned feral. He untied the robe in one smooth motion, letting it fall to the floor. I stood there in just the black thong, nipples already hard.
“On the bed. Now,” he ordered, voice low and rough.
He stripped quickly while I lay back. His cock was already rock hard, thick and heavy. He climbed over me, kissing me hungrily before moving down my body.
He ripped the thong off, spread my legs wide and buried his face in my pussy. His tongue licked long, slow stripes from my entrance to my clit, then sucked hard on my swollen nub while two thick fingers pushed inside me, curling perfectly.
“Fuck...Darren!” I moaned loudly, hips grinding against his mouth. He ate me like a man starved, sucking and licking noisily until my thighs shook and I came hard, flooding his tongue.
But he didn’t stop.
He flipped me onto my stomach, yanked my hips up, and slammed into me in one powerful thrust deep doggy style.
“Oh my god!” I screamed as he bottomed out, stretching me wide.
“That’s it,” he growled, pounding me hard, one hand fisting my hair, the other slapping my ass. “Take this cock, Zara. Take every fucking inch.”
The wet slapping sounds were obscene. He was so deep, hitting that spot with every brutal thrust. I pushed back against him, desperate and moaning like a whore.
“Tell me what your father did,” he demanded, still fucking me relentlessly.
“He slapped me...” I gasped between thrusts, “...called me a slut… said the letter proved I was fucking someone behind his back…”
Darren snarled and fucked me harder, almost punishing. “You’re my slut. Only mine.” He reached around and rubbed my clit fast while railing me.
I came again, screaming his name, pussy gushing around his cock.
He pulled out, flipped me onto my back, and pushed my knees all the way to my chest...full mating press. The angle made him sink impossibly deeper.
“Fuck, you’re so tight like this,” he groaned, slamming into me. His heavy balls slapped against my ass with every thrust. Sweat dripped from his body onto mine as he fucked me like he owned me.
“I’m gonna cum again...” I sobbed.
“Cum on my cock, baby. Let me feel that pussy squeeze me.”
My third orgasm crashed over me violently. My walls spasmed hard around him. Darren groaned loudly, buried himself to the hilt, and came deep inside me, thick ropes of hot cum flooding my pussy.
We collapsed, panting.
After a few moments, still wrapped around him with his cock softening inside me, I whispered, “He really hit me hard, Darren. I’ve never seen him look at me with so much disgust. He asked who you were… I told him your name was Darren. I didn’t say you’re my professor.”
Darren’s arms tightened around me protectively. “That was risky… but I’m proud of you for not lying.” He kissed the bruise on my cheek tenderly. “No one else gets to hurt you. Ever.”
He was already getting hard again inside me.
“Ready for round two?” he murmured, grinding slowly.
I spread my legs wider. “Yes… fuck me until I forget everything except you.”