I thanked him. He was doing his hardest to emotionally overwhelm me and I understood him perfectly. He had just made a huge investment, he needed to be sure if he made the right investment.
I smiled. “If I understand you very well, you want me to be available for you whenever you need me, right? And by that, I mean sexually available, am I correct?”
He held me by the waist and grinned. “You got it, smart girl, you got it.”
I stared at him for a while, wondering how things could change in one’s life in a matter of minutes. Here was the same man I’d feared and respected a great deal, professing love to me and treating me like I was the best thing to ever happen to him.
“Don’t worry, Uncle Fred, I will try my best,” I answered. “So, how do I go about the abortion? Which clinic do I go to? Where do I start from?”
“I will have to speak with the doctor first,” he responded, his eyes still hovering all over my body like he still wanted to devour me some more. “He’s a very good friend of mine, let me arrange an appointment for you and then let you know when to see him. Is that okay by you?”
I nodded. “That’s fine by me. Thank you. So, when do you hope to see him?”
“Tomorrow unfailingly,” he assured me with a sincerity that left me in no doubts of his intentions. And I thanked him again. There was silence. “But, Rosie, there is still one thing I need to ask of you….”
“And what could that be?” I’d shot at him.
He smiled nervously. “Promise me you will grant my request,” he’d said.
“I can’t promise you anything until I know what your request is,” I retorted.
“Okay,” he was almost stuttering. “You know I more or less just forced myself on you moments ago, now that you have agreed to be my baby, I want you to make love to me from the bottom of your heart!”
I was surprised. Not quite expecting that. “You mean right now?” I asked.
“Yes, dear, I mean right now!”
Which one is this one again? What kind of person is this man? Just moments ago, he forcefully raped me, begged me not to tell, agreed to help me sort my problem and now he’s asking that he wants to f—k me again! I was stunned, to say the least. And that got me wondering, is the problem me, or the man is just a reckless bastard?
“I don’t get it, Uncle Fred, you really mean that you want to f—k me again, so soon after you just raped me?” I’d thrown at him.
“Come off it, baby girl, we have moved past that point now,” he said to me, trying to pull me close to him. His eyes looked dizzy with desire. His gaze was fixed on my pointed breasts and from the look on his face, it was not going to be an easy task getting him to change his mind.
“I know what I did was wrong and I have apologized to you, now that we have both made up and agreed to be lovers, why not let’s do it the proper way, that’s all I’m asking for,” he returned. “At least, things are different between us now. You can’t say you don’t trust me, considering what I just gave you and promised you as well. Or you don’t want me to help you again?”
That was it. That was the subtle blackmail. He knew I was helpless and in need of a solution to my problem. And since he had offered to help me, and given me the money he expected sexual gratification, and he would demand it anytime he wanted it, even if it was the most awkward time, like now. But, really, do I have a choice now? Can I refuse him access to my body, the same body that Bobby and his uncle defiled and left humiliated and degraded? If I did that, one thing was sure, he would withdraw his offer to help me instantly.
“Okay, come and do whatever you want to do,” I said to him. The man didn’t even wait a minute more. He just smiled stupidly at me and then drew me closer. I didn’t try to hold back or pull away from him. I just surrendered to him and let him do to me whatever he wanted to do.
Gently, he laid me back on the bed and began to kiss me. I didn’t respond to his kisses, but I let him kiss me. He pulled down my pant and took off my top. For several minutes, he was kissing and munching at my boobs as though he was getting his hands on them for the first time. He nibbled at my nipples, kissed my neck and ran his hands all over my hair. Unlike the first time when he took me roughly, he was much tender and softer with me this time. He scooped up my boobs together in both hands and began to suck them one after the other. I was surprised when I realized that I was starting to get wet for him. I didn’t expect that at all. And my nipples had grown hard too. They were obviously loving his touch. This was the first time my body would be responding that way since my first boyfriend deflowered me in school. I was trying to act indifferent to his touch but I swear, Uncle Fred was doing some magic on my body and I just couldn’t hold back what I was feeling inside anymore. I started to move my body slowly, following the rhythm of every touch he made. Then, Uncle Fred did something no man had ever done to me. He slid down from my body, spread my legs apart and buried his head in between my legs right inside my wet and hungry pussy…and began to suck the living daylight out of it!
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