Why I Met Your Mother - Chapter Seven - Sex Stories

Why I Met Your Mother - Chapter Seven

... sensitive yet strong, playful yet loving towards her. It was exactly all those traits that had sent her tumbling in love with him in the first place. They’d been through so much together, but now what would he think of her. Would he feel so betrayed that he would just end it all? Finish their whole relationship? She feared that was exactly what he might do, and yet, she feared telling him the truth even more. For now she put those black thoughts to the back of her mind. Her priority right now was to get safely out of this building and away from Phil. It seemed like he was going to just let her go, but she knew by now not to trust him an inch. He shrugged his heavy shoulders as he stepped into his boots and did up the thick laces. "Puh really?” he asked, incredulous at her plans. “Are you sure that's a good idea?" he stood up and shook his head resignedly as he looked at her. "Come on Kiara. He won't want anything to do with you now. Not after yesterday. No kind of excuse can make up for what you did." She stared at him wide-eyed, totally shocked at his phrasing, as if she’d chosen to ruin her own special night. "I didn't do anything! You kidnapped me!" she cried out, tears starting to well up inside her. She felt mortified at the thought of him twisting the facts to suit his own heartless selfish ways, but she wasn’t going to cry, not in front of him again. Having been reminded about her mobile, Phil turned around and began to shove the heavy iron bedsteads apart to retrieve ...

... it. "Here," he said dismissively, picking up the dead device and handing it over. "Take this with you. I'll drop you home shall I?" He slipped on his jacket, and after checking he still had the key card safely in his inside pocket, he headed towards the door. She felt weak and dizzy as he carried on his play acting that everything was quite normal. His offer to take her home sounded almost generous. And all this, despite his confession of love for her last night, then committing the most brutal form of rape on her virgin anus straight after. Her head was swimming with all the injustice and contradictions going on. Was she going mad? Was any of this even real? "Why do you hate me so much to ruin my life?" she asked helplessly. Throughout all the confusion, all she did know was that this man was poisonous and she needed to keep herself away from him as much as possible. He seemed taken aback by the question and she suddenly just wanted out of there. "I'm walking," she announced, her voice almost cracking from the strain of not crying. He followed her over to the door and gave her a brief hug, at least made brief by her shrinking away from his touch. "Hey sshhh,” he whispered. “I don’t hate you. I love you. I keep telling you that.” Her eyes looked fearfully up at him, totally incredulous. “I mean look. You and Jake. Well you were never going to work anyway. I always promised your mother I'd keep you on the straight and narrow, and that's what I’m doing. You'll be happier in the ...