Forbidden Desires Ch.02 - Sex Stories

Forbidden Desires Ch.02

... she clenched her hands into fists. "No I'm not failing. He just wanted to make sure I was doing okay and settling in alright." His smile faded and he stood from the sofa. He was a big man with a broad chest and hard muscles. He stepped towards her and she shrank back from him. "Don't you talk to me like that girl." "I was just saying that I'm not failing." He grabbed hold of her wrist and she winced in pain. His large hand held her tightly and she pulled, trying to free herself. "I said, don't you talk to me like that." He yanked her against his chest and held her chin tightly in his other hand. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" "Bells?" Her mothers voice came from upstairs and his smile returned. "You're lucky." He leant down and kissed her hard before sitting back on the sofa. She hurried upstairs and locked herself in her room. Sliding down the door she wrapped her arms around her waist. She did not know if her mother didn't know what her husband did to Bella or whether she kept quiet to stop the abuse from turning on her. Bella's father had died when she was five and her mother had remarried when she was ten. For the first two years he had been a perfect husband and a great father to the young girl but then he had started drinking again. She stayed in her room for the rest of the night, refusing to leave until the next morning. She dressed quickly in black leggings and a cropped, loose fitting white t-shirt. Stepping into white trainers, she hurried downstairs. "What ...

... are you wearing?" She flinched and turned. Her step-dad stood in the living room door. His bright eyes watched her and a smile curved his thin lips. He stepped towards her and she shrank away from him. "I need to get to school." She reached behind her to find the handle of the front door but he placed his hand against it behind her head and pressed his body against hers. She could feel his hard length against her stomach and shuddered in fear. "Dressing like a fucking slut... you got someone there fucking your pussy?" "Simon, I need to go." "What have I told you about calling me Simon? You call me daddy." He slid his free hand down her body and between her legs, pressing hard against her pussy through her leggings making her whimper in pain. His strong fingers toyed with her and she pressed against the door trying to put some distance between their bodies. "My teacher saw my bruises. He knows something is going on." Simon's eyes flashed angrily and he pushed harder against her. He moved his hand from the door and wrapped his strong fingers around her throat. He held tightly and she whimpered. "You say a fucking word, girl, and I'll take you somewhere they'll never find you. Is that what you want? Not even your mamma would know where you were. I would keep you all to myself and no one would be able to touch you again. No one but your daddy." "You'd never get away with it." She wanted her voice to be strong and sure but it came out a breathy whisper. She knew he could do it and ...