Chapter 3
Dark skin... lips on mine, and a tongue in my mouth... hands on my body...
holding me tight... too tight... it hurts... trying to fight but he's just too
damn strong... No. ... please, no. ... oh God, not again!!...
I bolted upright in my bed screaming for Paul, still wrapped in the dream.
He was immediately sitting up next to me and enveloping me in his arms. I
realized where I was and started to sob uncontrollably. Paul held me close
to his chest and my cheek rested on his bare skin. He slowly laid back
down with me still clinging to him and I cuddled up against him. He tried
to reassure me, "Shhhh, shhh. I'm here, sweetheart, I'm here.
It was just another nightmare, it's gone now. It can't hurt you. I'm
right here with you, I've got you. I love you Gabrielle... you'll be
OK." My body shook as the tears burned down my cheeks. I could
hear his sad sighs. Oh my poor Paul. How could I tell him that I'd
never be OK?
It had been 2 weeks since that first horrible night. I was having the
nightmares almost every time I dared to sleep. And Dwayne had had his way
with me again.
This time when he approached me I fought him, and I fought him hard. Paul
had shown me a thing or two about self-defense and I considered myself a good
student. Evidently I wasn't good enough. Dwayne had me on my back in
a couple of minutes with my hands pinned beside me, and he held me there on the
floor until I had worn myself out struggling. I was exhausted and could
barely move as he practically ripped off my clothes. I tried to scream for
Paul, for anyone. But Dwayne covered my mouth with his hand until my
throat was too sore to yell anymore. Realizing that again there was no way
out, I gave up and stopped fighting. One of my wrists was already hurting,
and there was no way I could physically force him off of me anyway.
It seemed Dwayne wanted to make up for the pain I was in because he moved his
face down between my legs and glided his tongue around my clitoris, kindling my
fire against my will. He slid his tongue inside me and then lightly
nibbled on the sensitive skin there. His mouth moved to my clit again and
he sucked on it delicately. I squirmed under him. More than anything
I wanted him to stop, but my body was pleading for him to keep going. He
rolled his tongue over my little nub harder this time, sending waves of ecstasy
over my body. When he felt my squirms getting more urgent, he rose up and
kissed me, giving me my own taste. I softly moaned as he slowly pushed his
cock into me. My climax built with every thrust, but when I came to the
edge of my release I saw Paul in my mind. I cried out in despair instead
of in pleasure, and I felt the tears slowly fall as Dwayne came inside of me.
He pulled out and caught his breath as I rolled onto my side and hugged myself.
I thought of Paul, only of Paul, barely noticing when Dwayne crawled up to me.
He gently pulled my chin so I was looking into his eyes, and he wiped away my
tears as he said, "I'm sorry if I hurt you, Gab. That's the last
thing I want to do, believe me. But you apparently needed to be taught a
lesson. Don't fight me, there's no way you can win. I'll have you no
matter what, so it's a lot easier on both of us if you behave." I
nodded sadly, only half hearing him, but I understood.
After he left, I changed my clothes, and stuffed the tattered ones deep into my
suitcase so Paul wouldn't see them. My wrist was sprained, but that was
easily explained. "It's OK Paul, I slipped on a couple of stairs,
that's all. I'll be fine." My heart bled when I lied to him,
but I had to.
This whole situation was tearing Paul and me apart. We hadn't made love
since that night in the hallway, and that was hurting him emotionally more than
physically. Every time he tried to touch me in that way, I felt Dwayne's
hands on me. I just couldn't go through with it. I pleaded with him
to stay with me as much as possible, though; I was scared to be alone. He
gladly stuck by my side but he didn't know how to help me. To tell the
truth, I didn't know how he could help either, but just his presence eased my
mind. Every Monday and Tuesday at the shows when Paul was out in the ring,
I even locked the dressing room door until he knocked to be let in. After
a couple weeks I had started to feel a little safer and didn't always check the
locks, which is how Dwayne had come in on me that night. Lying in bed with
Paul now, I didn't know how I could end this without hurting the one man I truly
loved. Every time I looked at his caring gaze I had to fight back the
tears. He knew something was wrong, but he had given up asking me what it
was. All I ever responded with were weak affirmations that I was fine.
Our relationship was dying fast.
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