Revenge, Pt 14 The Truth - Sex Stories

Revenge, Pt 14 The Truth

... making sounded almost distressed. "It's ok, sweetheart" I said soothingly, "It's ok." I didn't know how I was supposed to be treating her right now. I'd read about after care and things like that, but when I was faced with this almost catatonic, yet hyper-sensitive woman, I was somewhat lost. I gently wiped away the make up smeared on her face, then just cuddled her until she started to relax, counting down the minutes until she was asleep. When she when totally limp in my arms, I gently laid her to the side and went back downstairs. I picked my clothes up off the kitchen floor finding them damp. Maybe I should have used smaller glasses for my little game. I mopped up the puddle she made, then swept up the glass, putting it in the trash. Hopefully her parents wouldn't notice one missing. I made sure to tidy away any trace of your session, then locked the door and turned off all the lights. Just like the night before, I was faced with the choice of where to sleep, except this time it didn't feel right to leave her alone. When I went back into her room she was still asleep, but seemed to be sobbing quietly to herself. I lay down beside her and took her into my arms again. I didn't know if she could even notice my presence in this state, but the very least I could do was to comfort her. I softly kissed her head a few times, then started to relax beside her. She gasped in her sleep and dug her fingers into my shoulders. Was she dreaming already? Or was she still just reacting to ...

... the pain? I had no idea. I just tucked the blankets in behind her and stroked her hair away from her face. I remembered, barely, to set an alarm for about 4 hours away. I wanted to talk to her before the morning, before the real world intruded. I just hoped she'd be somewhat recovered by then. - I woke up just a few minutes before the alarm, strangely. I switched it off and looked at the woman lying next to me. She seemed to have calmed down since earlier, and now was in a true, deep sleep. I caressed her cheek, and softly called her name. She awoke slowly, moaning softly as she came back to life. Once she opened her eyes, however, she suddenly pulled away from me. She glared at me almost angrily, and bunched up the covers in front of her, hiding herself. "Are you Ok?" I asked. "Of course I'm not fucking Ok." she spat bitterly. I frowned at her. "Hey." I said soothingly, "What's wrong?" She watched me suspiciously for a few seconds before letting out a huge sigh. She closed her eyes and lay back on the bed. "It doesn't matter." she said, "Don't you have to run off now?" I ignored her question. "Tell me what's wrong." I said forcefully, slightly worried. She looked at me strangely. Sadly. "Nothing." she half whispered, turning away. "Nothing. I'm just tired." "Talk to me." I ordered. "It's nothing, really." she said, a soothing lie in her voice. I stared into her eyes, trying to find the truth. Was this just because of the abuse she'd taken earlier? Was she just pissed at me ...