Chapter 102: Guard Your Tongue
Chapter 102: Guard Your Tongue
(Warning: This `chapter`` contains a sex scene and violent words. If you're not comfortable reading it kindly skip it and move to another `chapter``)
Nothing about Carlos or Skater’s comments made any impact on the direction of the conversation, and the next thing Emily Deerborn wrote was twice as cruel as what she had first written. She’d said, “Oh, God... Wake up, Carlos! Are you blind? You’re just taking her side because you still love her.”
Carol Watson: “Hey, Skater. Was Crystal still a virgin when you dated her in high school?”
Skater Deiter: “Oh, stop it. You guys are too much. You guys are going to scare her away from the get-together this weekend.”
Jack Elfman: “If I were her, I wouldn’t dare leave the house.”
Missy Black: “Ha-ha!”
Carlos: “Crystal, ignore all the slander and all the laughter, and just be yourself. I’m always on your side.”
Out of all the comments, the only one that surprised Crystal was the one from Carlos. She wouldn’t have expected him to stand up for her. Where is the get-together? - she wondered, and she clicked on the Event Page. Then, when she saw the venue, she began to laugh. These people are all losers - she thought. And she logged out of WhatsApp.
People in the group had been aware of Crystal’s presence in the group, and even after she had gone, their conversation continued.
Emily Deerborn: “She must feel guilty.”
Otherwise, why did she leave the group? If she is innocent, there would be no need for her to be afraid. SHE DIDN’T EVEN SPEAK OUT TO DEFEND HERSELF!”
Jack Elfman: “If I’d been at the hospital that day, I’d have pissed on her. She brings shame to our class. Recently, people have been asking me if she was one of my classmates. I lie and say that I don’t know her.”
A notification bubble appeared: Celia McIntyre has joined the conversation.
Carol Watson: “Hey, Cecilia. We’re talking about Crystal Smith. Did you know that that bitch returned the bag you gave her? A primary school classmate of mine is a salesgirl there, and she told me all about it.”
***
In Richard’s room at the hospital - Cecelia saw the message on her phone, and as upset as she was about it, she was too preoccupied with his swollen member in her mouth to reply. Richard had a hand on either side of her head so that he could control the rhythm of the blowjob she was giving him, and she was trying to text with her left hand while fingering his anus with her right and to say that it was a difficult task would have been the understatement of the century.
Richard read the message over her shoulder and said, “I didn’t know that Crystal was so disliked.” As he moaned, she pulled away, and his prick sprang out of her mouth like a frantic jack-in-the-box. “What the fuck?!?!” Richard growled.
“That girl has gone too far,” Cecelia typed.
“You can’t be serious,” Richard snapped. Then, when Cecelia didn’t take his prick back into her mouth, he snatched her phone, threw her on the sofa, and took her pants off.
Cecelia began to panic. “Take it easy,” she whispered. “I don’t want to be caught.”
Richard knew how flexible Cecelia was, so he grabbed her legs and pushed them up so that her head was between them. “I’ll f**k you anywhere I want,” he said. “I will f**k you on the sidewalk of a crowded street if I want to! And I will be as loud as I please!”
Cecelia sighed and submitted to his hunger. She knew from past experiences that he meant what he said. One time he had forced her to have sex with him on the back seat of a crowded bus. At first, people turned and stared, but once they recognized Richard, they turned back around and pretended that nothing untoward was going on.
Richard enjoyed making a spectacle of himself. He always had.
As Richard pushed himself into Cecelia, her phone rang. She was going to ignore it, and she was surprised when he put her phone in her hand and told her to answer it.
The call was from Joyce, and just as Cecelia accepted the call, Richard pressed the tips of the fingers on his right hand against her clits. He applied pressure, and then he began to rub it, making small circles against her sensitive flesh. Cecelia bit her lower lip to contain a moan of ecstasy.
Joyce’s voice came through the microphone, and she sounded angry. She said, “Cecilia, that bitch was released on bail, and your father was useless. Tell me what I should do?”
Cecelia tried to reply, but all that came out was a low-sounding groan.
Joyce: “Cecilia, what’s wrong with you? Where are you? Are you sick?”
Cecelia: “N-N-N-Nothing is wr-rong... D-D- D-Don’t w-worry... I’ve g-g-g-got a p-plan... W When I’m r-ready... ah... I’ll t-t-tell you.”
Richard was so cruel. He had never put so much effort into pleasuring her, and he was only doing it now to torture her. Then, suddenly, he thrust his manh**d into her, and her hips rose to feed on his girth. Joyce asked another question, but all Cecelia could do to prevent herself from screaming was clench her teeth, make her hands into fists, and dig her nails into her palms.
Richard slowly retracted his hard member until its tip hovered above Cecilia’s vulva. Then, in a show of force, like a sword being sheathed, he rammed his manh**d back into her. This time, she could not contain herself, and as she began to shriek in pleasure, Richard laughed. “You little naughty bitch,” he said. “You’re amazing.” He began to plunder her for all she was worth, pumping up and down like a hyperactive jackhammer. “As a reward, I’m going to fill you up.”
***
At Air Cosme - Crystal had thought that the dinner Nathan invited her to was a date. Thus, she was surprised when she saw Alex Jordan and Owen Lane waiting for them in the private room that Nathan had reserved for them.
Alex and Owen were equally surprised to see Crystal. They had thought that this was a Boy’s Night Out.
Owen: “Hey, Nathan. Today’s our big brother’s welcoming party. I’m surprised you brought one of my girls. Aren’t you afraid of what our big brother will say?”
Crystal was a student at Olman University, and Owen was the headmaster of the school. So, in a sense, she was “one of his girls.” That being said, the label, in this context, seemed inappropriate.
“Your girl?” Alex scoffed. “Guard your tongue.”
Crystal stood quietly behind Nathan. She had no idea what they were talking about, and she was more than a little worried.
