Catherine's hands roamed his back as he moved against her, his sweat slicked body brushing against hers in the intimate dance of sexual intercourse. His grunts and the filthy words he uttered into the dark room made her feel dirty, the way his hands grabbed at her as he pulled out and spun her into another position making her close her eyes and pray that he hurried up and finished. She hadn't wanted to have sex but after recent events she was too scared to say no, she hadn't fully recovered from his last beating. As Eddie grabbed her hips and yanked her backwards as he buried himself inside of her again Catherine knew that was her cue to moan, arch her back and make it seem like she was enjoying what he was doing but in all honesty she wasn't. She just wanted it to be over so she could shower and sleep but Eddie must have been in a particularly horny mood because he had already had her in three different positions, even though it hurt her ribs to bend in certain ways.
His hand grabbed at her hair and pulled, making her tilt her head back and close her eyes against the sting of pain coursing through her head, she fought the tears and moaned out loud knowing that was what he wanted to hear. She knew he was getting close, his grunts were becoming more regular and his rhythm was faltering slightly. With one last, hard thrust he spilled into her.
His hand ran down her back to her ass, which he gave a sharp slap, and he pulled out. He climbed off of the bed and stretched; Catherine rolled onto her back and reached for the tissues on the bedside table to clean herself up with. Her eyes caught sight of him stood by the window. "ED, don't do that."
Using his hands he leant onto the glass and peered down at the street below. "Why? You jealous someone will see my junk?"
Sighing she sat up and rummaged through the pile of clothes in the corner for some clean underwear.
Eddie turned to face her with a sickening smirk spread across his face. "You are."Catherine shook her head and pulled on a pair of briefs she found tucked between some t-shirts. "Don't wear those."
Catherine paused with the garment at her knees. "Why not?"
Eddie reached for the briefs and yanked them back off of her legs making her tumble back onto the bed. "They are disgusting, they make you look fat and old." He threw the briefs towards the trash, missing the can the underwear landed just to the left of it. Catherine's teary eyes looked towards the garment, sure they weren't sexy but they were comfy. Eddie found a racy thong in the pile of clothes and threw it at her chest. "Where that. No girlfriend of mine is walking around in those old ugly things."
Catherine nodded silently, she knew it wasn't worth the fight and slowly pulled the thong up her legs. Eddie smiled and kisses her head. "Good girl." He patted her head like you would a pet and left, he room, still naked.
Catherine quickly wiped at her eyes and slowly stood up, she padded quietly across the cold wooden floor, feeling some loose nails press against her feet as she walked. Pausing at the door she peered through the crack and watched Eddie set up a line of coke, biting her lip she slowly closed the door the rest of the way. Carefully retracing her steps she made her way to the cracked full length mirror that hung on the rickety old wardrobe with the door that was only hanging on by one hinge. Standing looking in the old mirror she scrutinised her body, the bruises fading but still visible from Eddie's vicious blows. The little scar on her hip from when she was a kid, her fingers brushed over it as she recalled how worried her mother had been finding Catherine at the bottom of the tree with her shorts torn. Her injuries hadn't been serious but Lily had still warned her that she wasn't like the boys, she was only little and couldn't climb the big trees like they did.
She smiled a little at the memory, she hadn't listened to her mother's warnings and had gone straight back to climb that tree the next day, and she'd show those boys that she wasn't just a little girl like they said. And she did, they had all been shocked when they had come back from school and she had been sat on the highest branch of the tree. Lily had panicked and run over waving her arms above her head while telling Catherine to stay perfectly still. It had been the neighbour, Mr. Higgins that had eventually gotten Catherine down using his ladder to climb up to where she had been sat wearing the biggest grin ever. Since that day the boys had let her join in their games, she had proved herself worthy.
Eddie stumbling into the room pulled Catherine from her memories and away from the mirror but it was too late; Eddie had already seen her looking. His eyes narrowed and trailed over her body. "Sup with you?"
Catherine's gaze wandered around the room, avoiding looking at him or the mirror. "I was just looking."
Eddie's sinister laugh made her wince; she knew his next comment wasn't going to be pleasant. "Why would you want to look at that? You've let yourself go." Why did he always do that? Why did he feel it appropriate to always bring her down, make her feel worthless?
By the time she lifted her gaze again, Eddie had dressed and was making his way to the door. She was tempted to ask where he was going but didn't dare, if she asked he might get mad. So she remained in the same spot amidst the messy bedroom and watched his departing form leave the apartment.
When he hadn't returned a couple of hours later Catherine knew he was gone for the night, she had showered and rubbed lotion into her skin. She had snatched up the briefs from beside the bin and exchanged them for the thong, opened her wardrobe and found an old sweater and jogger's combo she used to love wearing on her days off until Eddie had put a stop to that.
Finding her secret stash of ice cream at the back of the freezer she settled herself onto the moth eaten sofa, pulled the blanket around her legs and flicked through the channels on the TV until she found something that caught her interest. It was a documentary about serial killers, the whole topic fascinated her. Slowly, her eyes drifted closed and she fell asleep right there on the sofa with the TV flickering in the background.
She awoke a couple of hours sweating and flustered, moister pooling between her legs. Resting her head on the arm of the sofa she tried to catch her breath, she was incredibly aroused and that had been some dream. She couldn't quite remember everything, she didn't even know who it had been about but she did know that whoever it had been had certainly showed her a better time than Eddie had in a very long time. Closing her eyes she swallowed thickly and tried to stem the arousal still burning its way through her system.
Biting her lip she lifted her head and gazed around the apartment making sure Eddie was still out as her hand slithered its way beneath her joggers and into her underwear. If Eddie ever found out she was masturbating to thoughts of anyone but him he would surely break her ribs.
What had started out as soft stroking had quickly progressed to deep thrusts of her fingers while her other hand toyed and tugged at her nipple. Her eyes closed as she arched her hips up to enable her fingers to go deeper, suddenly a set of bright blue eyes flashed across her mind's eye and she cried out as she tumbled over the edge into oblivion.
That night arrived with Catherine still wondering who the eyes belonged to and why she had had such a strong reaction to them, she wandered through the doors into The French Palace with her bag hanging loosely from her shoulder. She wasn't paying attention to anything around her or where she was going so she completely missed the form of a well built man standing right in front of her and collided with him. Her eyes snapped up and she quickly mumbled her apologies as the man slowly turned around, he slowly turned his gaze down to hers and a gasp escaped Catherine's mouth as she came face to face with those sparkling blue eyes that had caused her powerful orgasm earlier that day.
