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"Come here." He points towards his lap, while observing me. My mouth slightly open, at his sudden demand. How am I supposed to sit on his lap, when I don't even have the courage to look at him? I make my way towards him forcefully, while holding my tears back. I was only a step away from him, when I stop. I couldn't sit on his lap... He starts unbuttoning his shirt, as I watch shamefully. "Go ahead, I won't get mad." His voice reassures sarcastically, while once again, tapping on his lap. Before I could move or do anything he grabs the T-shirt out of my hand. I try to grab it from him but he had already throwed it to the other side of the room. My tears were much more visible now. I grab onto his shoulder for support, and place my thighs next to his thighs. I was sitting on his lap by now, just watching how he had placed his hand on my thigh. _________________________________________ He takes small intimidating footsteps with a held back smirk plastered on his face. Before I could hug my knees tightly on my chest, he manages to grab my foot and yank me towards him. His shaft was resting on my clitoris. It was touch behind the clothes. He lays my back flat on the couch, while having a firm grip on my neck...but this time I really don't react. I was too tired to start crying again. "You dare not to answer me, huh?" He whispers dangerously too calmly. ******************************************** Not a story, you would want to miss out.
Traitor
