Intense Love Ch. 03

I’ve been raped twice, I tried to remind myself as Cullach kissed me again. His kisses were a drug and he knew it. I began to close my eyes feeling the rasp of the brick against the exposed skin of my shoulder.

He was insatiable.

He made me say I loved him. Twice.

“If it were any other way,” I didn’t realize I had spoken aloud until Cullach straightened up and looked at me with his deep green eyes.

“What do you mean, Rain?” He looked very serious. I began to shiver in the cold night wind without Cullach’s body heat surrounding me.

“I don’t know anything about you and you expect me to love you.” Cullach clenched his fists. “I’m trying to play your game, Cullach!” God, I’d had it! He seemed like he wanted to beat me and maybe if he did then he would go away. What a perverse mixture of relief and anxiety that caused me.

“You want to appease me, right? You think I’m unstable like I’m some psycho fixated on you.” His hand reached out touching my face.

“Cullach, don’t do this.”

“You can’t say no, Rain, because I love you, you can’t say no.” His hand was large and warm upon my breast I could feel his heat through my clothes. My breathing came in small gasps.

“Ask me what you want to know.” He buried his dark head in my neck biting and kissing my throat while his hand moved from my breast down over my stomach into my pants. His fingers moved below my panties to my wet cunt that moments ago he had been inside. He thrust one finger into my cunt. I cried out at the touch. “Or are you now realizing that nothing matters.” In and out, he brushed my clit, I was slowly going insane only wanting more, for the fire to never stop. “I can do this to you, Rain. Only me.”

Abruptly he withdrew his finger and stepped back a few feet. I could only stare as Cullach licked his finger. “Sweet, but you’re bleeding.” I blushed furiously. “I should ask you why you were still a virgin when I had you. But I’m not looking a gift horse in the mouth.”

I began to inch slowly along the wall to get away from Cullach. His mysterious eyes followed my movements.

“Do you really think I could ever leave you?”

I knew he never would. But I couldn’t say it the words couldn’t move past the boulder that closed up my throat.

“I love you, Rain and you love me. If I have to rape you a thousand times to prove it.”

“Don’t you want it to be different between us? Or do you just like to rape me?” I sounded like a little girl with my voice tear filled and whispery.

He came forward then grasping my shoulders hard. I was so close to him once again feeling his heat wash over me the scent of him wrapping itself about me. No matter what happened between us I would never forget the scent of Cullach. I would probably always compare it and him to every other man I might encounter.

Presuming that I survive long enough.

“That’s just it, Rain. Can you imagine what it would be like between us if you really loved me? Don’t you want to know the way I would touch you, taste you if you only said you loved me truly? Don’t think I don’t know that you are just placating me. But someday you’ll mean it and I’ll be there to hear those words, Rain and then I’ll show you how it really will be between us.”

He released me and when I began to move away he made no move to stop me.

I walked slowly back home. I was shaking uncontrollably my parents were still in the living room openly staring at me as I walked in. I pointedly ignored them and moved to my room where I collapsed on my bed still trembling. I was so exhausted both emotionally and physically that I immediately fell asleep.

I dreamed of Cullach that night. I saw his face before me felt his fingers digging into my shoulders as he said he loved me, that he would never never leave. I felt him pounding between my legs but instead of crying out for him to stop I put my arms about his neck and kissed his lips passionately. “I love you, Cullach. Only you.” He returned my kiss a thousand fold. “I love you, Rain.”

I sat up in my bed my hands covering my mouth fearing I would scream if I dropped them. It was morning. Cullach’s words still rang in my head. Shakily I arose from the bed, my parents were gone and I was grateful as I made my way to the bathroom. I hadn’t changed clothes as I looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was a mess it fell in long stringy waves to my waist. My face looked worn and tired. I was usually so careful in my appearance. I couldn’t stand to look at myself, what did Cullach see anyway?

I showered and changed going through my normal ritual and feeling satisfied that at least now I looked normal. I had an interview today with a lab where I was hoping to work at so I dressed carefully braiding my hair back into a neat french braid. In my black tailored pants and crisp white shirt I headed out to my car.

I pushed thoughts of Cullach out of my mind. Until I opened the car door that is. A bouquet of roses lay on the passenger seat with a card attached to it. I didn’t have to be a genius to know Cullach had miraculously gotten the keys to my car. I got in and fingered the card a moment before opening it. How nice a surprise this would be if Cullach had never raped me if he were my fiancé in truth. I would be ecstatic over the flowers. Instead now I trembled inside knowing how close he had been last night. The card was simple and brief. I love you, Rain on the inside.

I managed the interview and the rest of my day with a tense air about me always looking over my shoulder watching for Cullach.

He found me.

I was walking into my house at about ten at night but he caught me before I was near the door slapping a hand over my mouth and dragging me into a black car. Shit! Once he threw me in the passenger side he shut the door and began to walk to the driver side I grasped the handle of the door only to find it locked. I couldn’t undo the lock from the inside either. I looked up through the windshield to see Cullach shaking his head in his hand he held a small remote control. “Fuck!” I said. Cullach smothered a laugh.

“Where are we going?” I said in a heavy voice resigned to what would happen.

“Home.”

We didn’t speak throughout the rest of the drive as I pondered his words. I’d never had a home before. My parents made my life a living hell so where I lived I did not consider it to be home.

Home was a safe place where nothing bad entered the door and only love rang through the halls.

Home. Cullach had said home and I wondered what he meant by it.

He drove into a rich part of town where I had never been before. It was a beautiful residential area. I was caught up looking at the scenery in the dark when Cullach stopped the car in front of a large house. I couldn’t see much of it as there were trees that obstructed my view. Cullach came around the car and helped me out keeping a tight grip on my upper arm hustling me into the house. I was in the house in the dark with Cullach before I even thought to scream. He led me in the darkness down what seemed a long hallway where we entered a room at the end. Cullach released me, I heard the door behind us close as well as a lock being set into place.

The room was suddenly filled with light I found myself in what had to be Cullach’s bedroom. The room was large containing little furniture only a large four poster bed and a tall chest of drawers both in a dark wood. I stood straight waiting, my heart beating so furiously I thought Cullach could hear it.

“You like it?” Cullach’s voice came from behind me.

“It’s nice.”

His arms came around my waist from behind me. I sank back slightly into his embrace. I was so cold and Cullach was always so hot. “Thank you for the flowers.” Why not be nice to your rapist? After all it was a cold day in hell when I received flowers.

“I want to give you more, Rain.” He kissed the back of my neck. “So much more.” He whispered.

He turned me to face him still trapped in his arms. Damn, why was it that every time I saw him he was even more handsome? He began to walk back toward the bed. I started to try to get away from him, even though I knew it was futile. The door was locked and the windows were all closed. “You’re making me think you liked to be raped.” He had taken my shirt and ripped the two edges apart spilling buttons on to the wood floor exposing my silky white bra.

“Maybe I try to run because you are raping me.” He had me pushed up with my back against one of the posts at the foot of the bed. His hands were at the buttons on my pants undoing them pushing them off my hips. His hands came up then to slowly ease my shirt off my shoulders letting it drop to the floor.

“I’ve wanted you here since I first saw you.” He kissed my lips and I couldn’t stop myself from responding to his passion. I wore a bra with a front closure he released the snap so that my bra fell away discarded. Cullach bent to suck my breasts. I absolutely loved when he did that. The feel of his hot wet mouth sucking hard on my nipple made my cunt wet and throbbing.

It was still rape even if I liked this part of it, right?

My fingers speared through his thick black hair. He took his mouth away bending down trailing kisses down my flesh his hands gripping my panties pulling them down, easing them as well as my pants off my feet. I could kick him now and run, the thought raced through my mind. Cullach looked up at me his green eyes full of passion mixed with heated desire. He kissed my inner thigh and I stopped thinking. He rose up stripping before me while I bit my lip staring at the muscled perfection of his body. He returned my lustful gaze as he came toward me again. His thick cock jutted out before him. I hadn’t ever seen his cock now that I thought about it. He was large and dark, the head wet with precum. Cullach came back his arms wrapped about me tentatively I reached up to place my arms about his muscled waist laying my head on his broad shoulder. I’d never touched Cullach before, not willingly. My hands slid from his waist down his back his skin was like velvet. I pressed him closer to me his body heat seeped into me his cock rubbed against my thigh. He pulled away a bit looking into my eyes.

I reached up, my fingers touching his face, why did he have to be so beautiful, why couldn’t I resist?

His hand came down over my thigh hooking into the back of my knee bringing my knee up around his waist. His cock slid into my cunt with a force that made me cry out. Our eyes never wavered from each other. My cunt parted for him more easily now seemingly recognizing the cock that had owned my cunt so masterfully. He moved then. I gasped. He felt hot and thick inside me setting fire to my blood soothing the ache in my sore cunt with each movement. Harder and harder he moved my back slamming against the wood. The look in his eyes captured me. Suddenly he pulled out in the midst of our fucking. My brow furrowed. “What are you doing?” Come on, I was giving in, even enjoying it a little.

More than a little if I were honest.

“Don’t you want me to stop?” He whispered the tip of his cock brushed against the opening of my cunt. I moved my hips desperate to have him back inside me. To not leave me so unfulfilled.

He didn’t wait for my answer he saw it in my eyes. He pushed me back onto the bed the softness of the cotton a welcome respite from cold brick walls. He stood at the edge of the bed imposing and seductive all at the same time. He opened my legs pulling me to the edge of the bed.

“Please Cullach,” I moaned needing, wanting what only he could give.

He turned me then onto my stomach a slice of fear went through me as he pulled me up onto my hands and knees. “You’ll love this, baby.” He growled. Cullach put one of his hands on the back of my neck forcing me to go down so that my cheek lay against the sheets which effectively brought my ass up higher. He stroked my back tracing the trench of my spine with his finger. My cunt was throbbing, wanting Cullach to be inside me again. His hands came to my hips then I felt the press of his cock at my cunt I widened my knees further. Cullach sank in ripping throaty moans from me. He was so deep inside me the pulsing sensations of pleasure would kill me I was sure. He pulled out and I desperate for every touch thrust my hips back for him as he came back in. He growled out his pleasure as he sank deeply into me setting a furious pace that made me faint with pleasure.

It couldn’t get any better, I thought. Until Cullach wrapped one hand about my neck the other wrapped about my waist he pulled me up onto my knees still pounding fiercely into me. I cried out as his cock slid along the front wall of my cunt hitting that especially erogenous zone that made me quiver. I laid my head back on his shoulder where he kissed my lips. This was better in the sense that now Cullach was touching me his skin was pressed to mine I could feel him moving against me feel his hips grinding as his hard cock pummeled my cunt. He moved his hand from my waist, still keeping me bound against him by the hand about my throat, his fingers found my clit as he began to rub the swollen flesh. Shock waves passed through me at that intimate touch. His thrusts became even faster as I fell into the fire that Cullach had stirred in my blood cumming violently in his arms. A few hard, deep strokes later Cullach came inside me. We stayed like that for a moment breathing deeply one of my arms lay atop his arm that grasped my neck still, the other hand was pressed flat on his back.

This is rape, right? And this wasn’t home, was it?

Cullach eased us back down onto the bed his throbbing cock still inside me. I pulled away, my back to him. “Did you rape me again?” I whispered truly confused.

I turned back onto my side a foot away from him staring into his hypnotic eyes. “I love you, Rain.” His arm came around me pulling me closer so that I lay against his chest.

I sobbed in his arms. His hands stroked my back. Cullach was unrelenting in his love, in his pronouncement of it. I was going insane not knowing what was real any more. All I knew was the feel of Cullach’s body against mine, his hard cock in my cunt and all the while he said this was love. I love you, Rain

Why did his words haunt me so.

I guess I fell asleep in his arms but when I woke in the morning light I was in my own bed in my parents’ house.