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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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Author Notes: If you are not into interracial dating or do not like black women. Please, skip this story and look for something different. Do not rate it or look at it. Everyone else, please enjoy! Sorry for any errors.
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8:12 am: “Hey cuz, unfortunately, I can’t do it.”
8:13 am: “Jess, we had a deal. Today is the fucking party.”
8:15 am: “I told her everything! she forgave me, I rather fail. The guilt was eating at me. The words “comfortable” played over and over in my head. I told her about the party at Delta’s house. She freaked out! She was crying. I just could not do it. I’m glad I didn’t show her the dress.”
8:20am: “Fine”
8:21 am: “Really? That’s it?”
8:24am: ………….
8:25 am: “Hello, are you seriously fine with this?”
8:45 am: “Hello……Kane…… hello.”
10:20 am: “Seriously, Kane, your so fucking rude. Just text me back and tell me something. The girl does not want to go; get the fuck over it. You are a monster, just like your father! You are fucking twisted! Forcing people into doing things will not make them love you or want you! Your damaged goods do not damage others! Why do you think your mother is no longer around????? Huh!! Think about it!! Your father robbed her of everything. Are you trying to repeat history!!”
12:00 pm: “Kane, clear the message or send the text. This bubble shit is killing me! You know how much I hate that shit. Listen, I am sorry for what I had said earlier. None of that was called for; I should not have said those things—your anything like your father. I am sorry, I was upset and said things. Your family, and I love you. Just text me back.” Love you, and sorry once again. Also, maybe we can talk later about me. I was wondering if there is a possibility of buying the answers………… maybe. I know too soon, but I just want you to know I am willing to pay for it. I cannot sell someone for it. Call me, please.”
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“Iyanna, you have to get out of this room, girl,” Jessica said, spinning around my bedroom.
“It’s been like two weeks. Suppose he wanted to get you. He would have.”
Shrugging my shoulders. “I do, get out. I go to work and my classes. Just like now, I need to get ready for work.”
Jessica had no problems; she did not have to work; she always got what she wanted, from time to time. The only reason she was going to school was because of her father. I love my best friend, but jess needed to take school more seriously. She would not have been blackmailed into selling me off to her cousin if she did attend all her classes and studied. She only told me the base of the story; she would not tell me anymore. Plus, she knows my soft heart, would feel pity for him.
“Kane doesn’t need pity. He needs to man the Fuck up! He can’t always get his way.” She shouted. I remember Jessica telling me a childhood story about how Kane became obsessed with one of their older house cleaners, who used to work for them. When the house cleaner made him upset, Kane thought he needed to punish her. I guess one of his punishments went too far. Kane decided he would push her down some stairs to teach her a lesson. The house cleaner was severely hurt. They had Kane locked up in his room for quite some time. Until one day, she came home, and Kane was gone. When she asked her father, he said he was getting Kane the best help money can buy. He wanted to save, His nephew. He would not let him become like his older brother. Jess said she did not see Kane until he was eighteen. When he came back; He picked up off like he never left. The only difference was Kane came back like a horny squirrel. They had to replace a lot of the house cleaners because he was fucking half the staff. She figured that was all guys.
I asked her if the house cleaner were black or white. Keeping my fingers cross and hoping he was an undercover racist. To explain his behavior, nope, the house cleaner was in her late forties, and white. I got from the story Jessica told me that Kane has mommy and daddy issues and other underlining things, even though he has everything together. I just do not understand; Why set me up? What did I do? I had to stay away from Kane Buckingham. She told me how she agreed to do it at first. Then realize she could not. She would have to answer to God if she did it. I do not know what Kane’s problem is. I wish I knew so he would leave me alone. I was upset initially, but I forgave Jessica; after all, we share a bond that no one knew about or would understand. I was glad she told me. I could not forgive her if I knew she set me up. I was letting out a sigh.
“You’re right, Jess; it has been two weeks. I have not run into him. Nothing, he has not mysteriously popped up. I have tried avoiding him in the past, and to no avail; he would still pop up, but it has been two weeks. Nothing, no sign of Kane, I mean, I see him on campus, but he does not come out of his way to harass me like canlı bahis before. I was letting out a small sigh. I was happy, right? Turning to face Jessica.
“Can you drop me off please.”, Giving my best-begging face. Jessica smiled at me, hugging me.
“You know I can’t say no to you. Hurry up; I got this casting call.” Raising my brow. “Jess, what about class?”.
She was crossing her fingers over her heart. “I’m just going to be about twenty minutes late.”
“Jessica, so basically you’re not going,” I said while folding my arms under my breast.
“Iyanna, if this works out, I won’t need school.” Rolling my eyes at the girl.
“Hey, it’s your life. Live the lie how you want. You can always crash at my condo once I graduate from Spelman and become a successful lawyer.” I said with a smile.
Looking at me a bit sad, “So since we’re not going to Spain. you decided to go to Spelman sooner.” Folding her arms. Buttoning my work dress up and putting my shoes on.
“Jess, Spelman was always in the picture before your crazy idea of going to Spain.” Brushing any wrinkles I had on my dress. “Jess, I love you, girl, but Spain was your idea and not mine.” Giving her a tap on the head. She grabbed her head and laughed.
“Now, let’s go before I am late.”
Work was long and hard. Tips were crappie per usual, and sometimes I wonder if working at the diner was worth it. Then remember the campus life and how working there is the only escape I had. Taking the bus ride is the best part of my day. I get to watch many people enter the bus, making up different stories of their lives in my head. I had my headphone on when I saw this older woman get on the bus. She looked sad. She just frowned. I wonder what could be bothering her. I wonder if I looked like that. Unhappy with my life, and lost when others saw me, letting out a sigh. I stretched my arms out, wrapping them around me, rolling my neck around.
I wanted to get a good stretch before my stop; it was a ten-minute walk from there to the east dorms. I loved my side of the dorms. Anyone visiting needs a keycard to get in but need a pin to enter the rooms. Two other people and I knew the code. Amy, my cute Asian roommate, is non-existent and skinnier than a Mantodea. She only shared a dorm with me to store her things, shower, and obviously eat my food. Whenever I was at work or in school, food would go missing from the fridge. So, days, when she went to her boyfriend’s house, was a blessing and a curse. I would be alone and nobody to talk to, but she is a pain for eating all the food and never thinking about me. At least working at the diner has it plus; I could bring home food, feed her and me whenever she was around. She was hardly there, but I knew when she was there. I always check the fridge, but I cannot complain too much because she keeps the place spotless.
Reaching the stop, I told the bus driver goodbye and placed my headphones in my ears. I started walking, getting to my dorms, sliding my key card in the key slot. Checking the time, it was late, 11:10 pm—all I wanted to do was shower and fall asleep to family guy. I did not bother to flip the switch on once I got inside. I placed my bag on the counter. I would put everything away after my nighttime routine. I thought to myself, headphones still on, I went into the bathroom. Turning on the hot water, I ran back to my room, grab my stuff. It was now 12:10 am; I wore a long black tee shirt and a thong to sleep in, heading towards the kitchen. I grabbed a bottle of water. I laughed, shaking my head, no food, of course, Amy was here. Putting the diner food away, I head toward my room.
Thank God it was Saturday morning, technically, opening the room door. I felt a chill. I should raise the AC; before I could do that, I was down on the ground. It took me a moment to realize that I was knocked down. I felt faint, his cold breath touching my neck, his body pressed up against mine blocking my airway. My eyes were regaining their focus, and I was staring into the face of a monster. Kane was a lightly tanned color, short wavy black hair, piercing blue eyes, those same blue eyes that Jessica had. Those eyes that would bring anyone to their knees. He had a square jawline, his shoulder was broad, and his waist was narrow. Kane is a handsome man, I thought. How could I be thinking of him in that way?
“How did you get in here?” Rubbing his nose at my neck again. His sweet, musty scent invading my nostrils.
“Why didn’t you show up? That dress was expensive.” In a bitter tone, I spat out.
“What dress…. what are you talking about? Kane, my roommate, will be home any minute now.” Sounding confident, but knowing damn well, Amy was at her boyfriend’s dorm.
“Oh, that girl……what was her name? Huh … umm, what was her name……” he was playing dumb.
“Ah… Amy, I know she won’t be back.” Taking a big gulp. My mouth felt dry.
“How do you know that?” I sounded terrified. He chuckled a bit.
“I ran into Amy, your kaçak iddaa roommate, before you got here” Now, the panic was pounding deep in my heart.
“Did she let you in?” Praying Amy did not leave him in here, nipping at my neck and licking it. Kane was not paying attention.
“If you are wondering how I got in, that silly girl didn’t notice. That I saw her entering the password”, He said, laughing a bit in my ear.
“She couldn’t believe Kane Buckingham was in her dorm area and at her door of all places. Talking to her was a pain; I told her I need to use the restroom. I told her how I have a phobia about using public restrooms. She let me in.” Pulling away from me. Kane looked lustfully.
“She’s a slut, do you know that? She was willing to cheat on her boyfriend.” He said with a smile. “The things she was willing to do once she let me inside your dorm. I practically had to pull her off me. She slid her nasty fingers down my pants. She wanted me to fuck her on your living room floor.” I could tell he was serious. Looking at him intensely.
“What do you want me to say? Why didn’t you fuck her.”? I said to him, visibly upset. He matched my stare.
“If you can’t satisfy me, then I might need to fuck her.” He said, his grin grew wider.
Trembling, “What if I can’t satisfy you? I asked. I knew I was inexperienced.
“Then you will learn how to.” Giving me a pleased smile. “Wouldn’t that be fun?” That smile was making me warm all inside, causing me to clamp my thighs tighter. “She’s supposed to meet me for breakfast here. I told her I like a girl who can cook. I might turn her down.” pulling me closer. “Are you not going to ask, why?” Kane raised his brow at me.
“So why, Kane? I growled with annoyance harshly at Kane. I hated the way he was talking to me. He sounded as if I should be proud of him. I was getting annoyed, and he seems to be ignoring the situation we are in, more like what I am stuck in and cannot get out of his hold.
“Kane, why are you here?” I spat out.
“Iyanna, Are you a virgin? I felt embarrassed at the question.
“What does it matter if I am or not,” I said, turning up my nose.
He laughed out, “Don’t tell me. I’ll find out soon enough.” I was about to speak before he cut me off.
Cooing at me, “Come on, don’t be like that. Be nice, and I’ll be nice.” He spoke. I was not amused.
“Let me the fuck go, Kane, NOW!! I bared my teeth at him; Kane rolled his eyes.
“Cute, trying to be scary.” He smiled. “Iyanna, since you didn’t come to the party. I bought the party to you.” Brushing his hand over my face.
With a bit of courage I had. I slapped Kane across the face. I did a back crawl away from him. He held his cheek and stared at me. I saw his beautiful blue eyes turn dark in a flash.
“Is that how you want it, Iyanna?!” Part of me wanted to move; I felt trapped under his gaze. His voice fit the rest of him, profound, confident, attractive, and dark. I felt uncomfortable; I could feel a knot forming inside of my stomach. He pounced on me and pinned my arms to my sides with his knees.
“Fine, I love a bit of resistance,” he said with a sinister smile. My eyes grew big; I started kicking my arms, but nothing was connecting to anything. My arms were trapped underneath him. Kane was leaning over me. My adrenaline was kicking in; my brain was telling me to fight, despite my hopeless situation.
“That’s it; keep fighting. You’ve no idea what it’s doing to me,” Kane was severe. I felt a pain in my stomach. I stopped moving.
“Please, Kane, if you stop this, I swear on my life I won’t say anything.” Pleading with him. He looked at me. I felt as if my words were connecting with him.
“Kane, think about your family? What would your uncle think about this? ……… think about him?” With more force in my voice. He loosens his grip a bit.
He took in a deep breath. Getting rid of any hope I had, “Let’s get you ready?” His last words were tainting my ears; I could feel my heart leaving my body and standing at the door—the thumping sound repeating louder and louder. I turned to face my captor. He was serious about what was going to happen. The one place I had felt safe. Fuck, how could I not notice him before? Damn, would my outcome be any different? Cursing at myself, I started to cry with my fear, anger, and frustration all hitting me at once. I wanted to fight; I redouble my efforts to get myself out from under Kane’s hold. I was only able to free my arms. I started to swing my arms violently; behind my weak blows, nothing seemed to connect. Was my body giving up, no!? My mind told me to fight, but fight what? This monster has overpowered me more than twice. The tears would not stop coming down. He easily maneuvers me, using my momentum and body weight. I found myself in between his thigh, with the other leg pressing down against my calves and letting a huge breath out.
I felt one of Kane’s hands rest heavily on my upper back. While the other hand was stroking kaçak bahis my buttocks, mostly bare, why do I have on a damn thong on, thanks to the fact. Oh, God. Of all nights to wear these awful things. I felt my heart beating out of my chest. The room was spinning; what was he doing.
“Iyanna, your ass looks so good in this position. I could eat it up.” He said while gently rubbing his fingers across my ass. I laid still, breathing heavily, sobbing a little bit more. I turn my head and face him.
“Kane.” He cut me off, raising a finger to his lips. Fuck, those lips.
“Hussssh… Iyanna …. don’t speak.”
“But Kane…” Giving me a stern look.
Letting out a small huff, “The fact you want it the hard way tells me I have to teach you a little lesson.” He said while squinting his eyes.
“You’re going to enjoy this too. Not as much as I am, but you will too, very soon,” Kane said, all while stroking my ass cheeks. Kane was smirking as he examined my glistening eyes. Those eyes, I bit my lips, becoming calmer and starting to accept the situation. I turned forward, excepted my fate. I closed my eyes.
Kane pressed on my ass cheek to hold me in place. Intently as his other hand clasps my ass cheek together, making them jiggle. The blow rocks me forward, no soft, warm up spank, but a forceful slap. I hissed in-between my teeth.
Shooting my eyes back open, “Fuck……. Kane.” Trying to wiggle out of his hold. Another forceful slap, another, and another. Twisting my head around so Kane could see my tears. The man looked primal. He was not even looking at me. He focused on attacking my ass as I slowly closed my eyes as I breathed in and out. I do not know what came over me. When I opened my eyes, I was smiling up at Kane, with a look of challenge on my face—giving me a smiling smirk back. He welded on me even harder for the next few minutes or hours. I was not sure of the time anymore; Kane assaulted my ass with his bare hand. A mix of sharp stinging spanks, and hard blows that cup me, random pauses so I could not adjust to his rhythm. I hated him so much. Sometimes the impacts work with my breathing, each time it happened. I find myself drifting a little further into my thoughts. I wanted to gain control. I was slipping between my emotions, and the sharp stings pull me back. I let out a small squeal that pleases him.
“You like that, Iyanna. Umm……. Fu, fuck tell me, baby?” Another blow to my cheeks. No response, even harder slap from before. I was letting a loud moan slip out, biting my lips the awfulness of it all kicks in. I was enjoying what Kane was doing to me. My head was getting foggy with endorphins, and turning me to face him, Pressing his forehead against mine.
“Iyanna.”
“Umm…….ahhhhh……,” was all I could muster. Kane let out a small chuckle. Kane started rubbing my ass, causing all my hairs to stand up.
“Thirty, Mississippi, ” he spoke.
“What? I don’t understand.” Confused, my lips were dry, my throat raspy.
“Are you ready to apologize for standing me up?” He said this time.
“You will count for thirty seconds and apologize to me with each second. If you lose count, we will start all over again. Do you understand?”
I nodded as best I could. Kane took his hand, and he stroked my curls from my face. His half-cocked smile. Giving me a light kiss, he turned me back around.
The first blow landed at the base of my butt cheeks. A scorching stinging sensation that made me screamed in fear, I clutched my thighs closed and crossed my legs.
“Well!?” Kane growled at me.
“Fu, fu, fuck… I’m sorry.”
I was given another blow by Kane’s strong hand. “You forgot to say the Mississippi part!! Start over!!” Giving me another smack across my ass. I am glad that I am dark skin. The way that Kane is wailing on my ass, I knew he is trying to leave handprints. The next strike is across my back thighs. I started kicking my feet and press my body further down, trying to escape from the spanking. I manage to squeak out the number and the apology this time. Kane did not allow me to recover. Another blow landing across the fleshiest part of my ass.
“Five Mississippi, I’m sorry, Kane.” I squirm, trying to shy away from the next blows to come.
“Fuck, you are everything I hoped you would be” Another blow, and another as I sputter out the count and apologies between my cries. Twenty-five more seconds, I slurred. I am already almost delirious as my body produces more chemicals to counter this assault on my bare, now sore ass. I started to panic that I may lose count. I attempt to move out of the way of the coming hand. It has caused me to wiggle closer to him. A part of my brain registers the firmness of his crotch pressing against me. Damn, how big was he? Would I even be able to take him all in me? Why am I thinking those things about this monster?
“Nine Mississippi. I’m SORRY,” In a high-pitched squeal. My back arching, my skin feels like it is on fire. My brain foggy clears with the shock of it all, and my body relaxes. “That’s it, nearly there,” Kane said, smiling at me. I smile back at him despite the tears on my face. Feeling something from his encouragement. I became fully immersed now; nothing else exists outside of this world.
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