Page 6 of Falling for the Unexpected

“Well then, what are we waiting for?” he asked while grabbing my hand and pulling me to our bedroom.

Once we were through the door, he pushed me up against the wall again and started pulling up my shirt. He was kissing me roughly and sucking on my neck hard. While it felt rushed, I tried to go along with it. I wasn’t sure if not having sex for a while was making him impatient, but I tried to relax and be in the moment.

He ripped the shirt over my head and immediately his lips moved down to my breasts. I was trying to focus on the sensations but he was all over the place. He pulled the cups of my bra down and drew one nipple into his mouth while pinching the other one between his fingers. He was not being gentle with me and I yelped when he bit down firmly on the nipple between his teeth.

“What?” Brad said mockingly, moving up to my neck. “You used to like it rough.”

I pushed gently on his chest. “Can you just slow down a little bit?” I asked.

“Fine,” he huffed, using the wall to push away from me. “You want to be in control then why don’t you go ahead and undress me?”

That wasn’t exactly what I had meant, but I did as he instructed, hoping to change the pace a bit. I moved toward him and reached for the button of his jeans. I leaned up to kiss him softly, slowly moving my tongue against his lips. I continued to kiss him deeply while undoing his jeans. I pushed the denim down taking his boxers with them.

“Get on your knees,” he demanded, catching me off guard again, but I did as he requested. “I need you to suck my cock, now.”

I looked up at him hoping to make a connection since he sounded distant. Instead, his eyes were screwed closed and his hands were fisted at his sides. The deep crimson color on his face made him look angry. Not wanting to upset him more, I moved my lips to the head of his dick and kissed the tip. I took him in my mouth going as far as I could before engaging my gag reflex. When he hit the back of my throat, he fisted my hair in both hands and started pumping into my mouth at a furious pace. I tried to slow him down by putting pressure on his hips with both my hands, but he ignored me. I no longer wanted to prolong this and instead started praying he would finish quickly.

He abruptly pulled free of my mouth and I gasped for breath. He yanked me up off the floor and pushed me onto the bed. I tried to flip over onto my back but he was already on the bed between my legs. He pushed my pants and panties down, and then grabbed my hips roughly, pulling them up so he could enter me from behind.

He thrusted into me violently, not caring if I was ready or not. I buried my face into the comforter to keep him from hearing me yell out. I’m not sure why I muffled my scream. He needed to know that he was hurting me. Instead, I cried into the bed while he continued to take me roughly. In that moment, I was becoming someone I never wanted to be. Even the desire to provide Stella with an intact family wasn’t a good enough reason to tolerate this behavior.

His movements became more frantic and he grabbed my hair to pull my body up off the bed. This time I couldn’t keep quiet and I shouted out in pain. For some reason that seemed to spur him on and he shot forward even harder. A few agonizing minutes later, I felt his release inside of me.

He pulled out of me and immediately put his boxers back on. “Thanks. I needed that,” he said casually as he walked out of our bedroom and back to play his video games.

I lay motionless on the bed, completely stunned by what had transpired, and knowing I couldn’t live like this. Brad wasn’t known for being a gentle lover or really caring about my needs, but this went far beyond that. He was completely detached from what was happening and there was absolutely no care for my well-being. I felt used and degraded. Needing to wash Brad off of me, I stumbled to the bathroom to clean up. The pain I felt while walking fueled my outrage. I decided I didn’t want to see him any more that night so I put on my pajamas after my shower, and climbed back into bed. As I lay in bed, I tried to figure out why Brad acted that way tonight and I couldn’t come up with anything. Instead, I fell asleep crying into my pillow.

*****

The sunlight shining in through my bedroom window woke me up and I could hear someone rummaging around in the bathroom. Figuring it was Brad getting ready for whatever he had planned today, I decided to stay in bed and pretend to still be asleep. He’d stayed in the living room last night, which wasn’t unusual, but I was grateful for it. I had enough trouble sleeping as it was, but knowing he was next to me would have made it even harder to get some rest.

While my intention was to ignore him, Brad had other ideas. “Hey, are you awake?” he asked somewhat gruffly when he walked back into our bedroom.

I sighed, and slowly pushed myself up onto my elbows. He was standing by the door in tan cargo shorts and a white T-shirt. His blonde hair was still damp from his shower and he looked handsome, but his good looks no longer gave me butterflies. “Yes,” I said, only feeling capable of one-word answers.

“What’s your problem?” he asked, not looking me in the eye. “Are you mad about last night?”

I glared at him. “Mad?” I asked, incredulously. “Of course, I’m mad. You hurt me!”

“Whatever,” he responded agitatedly. “I don’t want to argue with you. Just wanted to let you know that I’m going out with some buddies today. I don’t know when I’ll be home.”

With that, he walked out of our bedroom. As I lay back down in bed, I could hear him grab something from the kitchen and then I heard the click of our front door. My mind was racing. I knew I needed to make some changes and decide whether my future included Brad or not, because this wasn’t working for me.

I heard my text notification go off when I finally got out of bed. I grabbed my phone from the side table next to me and checked the display. I was happy to see that it was from my coworker Kayla.

Kayla:Do you have time for coffee this morning?

I didn’t have to pick up Stella from Brad’s mom until lunchtime. So some time out with a friend definitely sounded like a good thing.

Me:I do. When and where do you want to meet?

Kayla:How about Starbucks on Mission at 10?

Me:Perfect! I’ll see you then.

I looked at the clock and realized I only had an hour to get ready and make the ten-minute drive to the coffee shop.

I opened the drawer in my bedside table and searched for ibuprofen, hoping for some relief since I was sore all over. Then I hopped into the shower and started to wash my hair. My scalp was still tender after the way Brad had pulled my hair. Taking care to be gentle with those spots, I rinsed the shampoo out and then found my favorite citrus body wash and lathered up.