Okay people, this chapter is the last one of the first part. Then, I will post a second parte called "Darkness is in here".
Chapter seven: Three basic rules.
Two months I had to wait since I saw my grandmother for the last time, had passed, as the original date to leave that place...but I had not permission yet to see my family, and I'm sure I'll have to wait longer, but I'm not the only one and that's my only consolation: there are rumors of a mutiny.
The center have been quite chaotic lately, at the point that anybody was permitted to be visited. All high medical and income of new patients were postponed also. According to Helena, who has spent most of her life here, this has happened before and all has ended well, so we had no choice but wait for the resolution of the internal conflicts.
It was past twelve o'clock and they were all awake, except me.
"Hello!", Gisselle chanted when she saw Cole come to our room with obvious signs of had used drugs a few minutes ago.
He said nothing, just ignored her and walked to me. I was sleeping and awoke to the shriek of Gisselle. Cole uncovered me, taking the tip of the sheets in his hand and throwing them back quickly, unbuttoning his pants too. He lifted up my pajama shirt and removed my underwear, leaving it on my bed. Then took of his own clothes to his ankles and took me in his arms.
"Move", ordered to Helena, making her get out of her bed and stop doing a crossword with Giselle, making them leave the bed for us, while Rubi was getting ready to watch.
I laid face down on the bed of Helen, with my back against the mattress, my arms under my head so that I could continue sleeping while he used me as inflatable doll. My feet were on the floor, my legs dangling from the bed and he opened them sharply. I knew he was touching cause the groan he emited and the time he was taking before making another movement.
Gisselle and Helena continued solving their crossword, this time sitting on Rubi's bed since she was sitting next to Cole, looking intently at everything: this girl had a serious addiction to sex and a voyeuristic vein well developed.
I felt that Cole introduced one of his fingers in me to see how ready I was, because this time, he was so entretained masturbating himself that was giving me some time before getting in. I let ot a barely audible groan when I felt the second finger, and also to hear another grunt from his mouth for the pleasure his own hand was giving him. I thought that, maybe, this time he might go a little slower and would stay longer with me. I loved to spend time with Cole and being together, even though sometimes I felt that for him, I don't mean anything.
Things between us had reached a point where my body was available for Cole one hundred percent of the time, and I had his humanity when I wanted, and we had only three major unspoken rules about this:
1) Don't refuse when the other wanted, though one didn't provide anything, as I now, and continue sleeping, at least the other would get rid of the need. That was why we kept a little bottle of lubricant in the event that my body doesn't respond quickly enough to what Cole wanted, and some other drugs for him when symptoms wouldn't allow him to erect.
2) Don't ask questions: we usually didn't talk or say anything.
3) Don't look in the other eyes at any time.
I felt he stifled a groan and began to move his hand faster on his cock, while introduced his finger number three.
"Enough", I heard him mutter.
He stood up to support my legs on his shoulders, leaving my feet behind his head. He held my hips with his wet hands to get me closer to the edge of the bed and took my knees to my chest before trying to enter, without much success, but it was not my fault. Cole was euphoric, aroused, horny, and much, that much that he could barely move with coordination. I felt his tip rubbed against me, and stopped just in a hole, but not necessarily in the conventional. He rubbed a bit more with the intention of get in.
I heard a groan from Rubi's mouth, and I knew she was playing with her dildo.
"No".
I said with a serious tone, firm and strong. Then he removed his member immediately. At times like those, I thought that Cole felt something for me and that my opinion really mattered to him and cared about my feelings. He had not hesitated to stop just telling him "no" and had been enough for him that monosyllable to obey. I liked sex as much as him, and had already learned to do it orally under his wing, but anal ... it was a different thing. I was afraid, and he respected it. I knew that he wouldn't try never again, unless it was me who guide him there.
"Let me help", volunteered Rubi, anxious to see his brutal movements, and directed Cole's hard member into my vagina, "I don't have all day", she said, pushing my lover hip against mine, but he didn't let her manipulate him, and contrary to the wishes of Ruby, went slowly, very, very slow.
I felt like I was going to go crazy between slumber and pleasure, between fatigue and how full I felt, and the extreme slowness Cole moved, but his instincts betrayed him and losing his patience, began to accelerate. He was going fast, hard, tough and so strong that could felt his balls hitting my ass, his bones hit mine. Going deep, because he loved to do that.
He paused in a moment, deep and pushing forward to try to go further: he loved this position because it allowed him to get to the bottom of my vagina, wat he didn´t do very often because he knew it coming to hurt me, but in occasions like this, being so high and distracted, he forgot completely about that.
I clenched my fists in the sheets and let out a groan of discomfort mixed with sorrow, for God's sake! It was like I was splitting in two parts with that throbbing, wet, boiling erection.
"Go back to sleep," he asked with a hoarse sound, although I percibed it much more as an order than a suggestion, "unless you want to participate and change to another position".
I didn't want. I didn't want to participate. I closed my eyes and tried harder to continue sleeping. Our twisted relationship had begun the same day I discovered that I wasn't pregnant with him...
After watching him leaving my room without any comments, or even taking a little time to look at me, I used my only way of emotional escape and ended up snorting something hard to pass the humiliation and pain of his indifference. I was so distracted and vulnerable that I didn't notice Giovani, a roommate of Cole about the same age of him. He walked and crash me to the wall, trying to have something with me, and I had not the physical strength to refuse .
"Watch you around has its charm," he whispered, biting my neck, "But taste you...Cole never had a whore in all these years, something especial you have to have".
I didn't know how everyone had heard what had happened between us...maybe listening to a our conversations, because I'm sure that Cole didn't tell anyone and neither I. And as he said that, he was putting his hands under my skirt, running my underwear to a border.
"Docile", he whispered, and I couldn't give any instructions to my brain to make him stop.
I moaned and my legs shivered when I felt he pinched my clit with the tip of his fingers. I was highly susceptible and sensitive to feelings, not by anything one entered into catharsis with these things. His touch felt a thousand times more detailed and defined than in a normal situation.
"You like it", smiled, licking my cheek, trying to delve his tongue in my mouth.
Said that, we left my outer alone to devote himself completely to the part that was wet under my joy button, and although I felt dizzy, I knew he introduced two of his: ring and index. That's what made me react after many attempts; the truth was, that I was dying to have sex, turned on and could felt his hard lower slamming my hips, but I didn't want to sleep with him, I mean, I still had a little of selfrespect and... I had no other owner than Cole, even if he never touched me again after our first night .
I closed my legs to hit his hands and prevent further penetrating deeper inside, but was the only slightly coordinated movement I could do.
"You pretend I believe you don't want more?", he asked, trying to play with his fingers still trapped inside.
"Go...", I managed to articulate with great effort and couldn't help but moan...
He smiled and licked his lips, and, from a second to another Giovani was gone...or well, he was there and near, but lying on the ground and being beaten by Cole. He rose, with the bloody lip and ran until nobody knew where, not daring to argue or fight back my rescatist.
Cole stood up and looked at me quite annoyed, diying of jealousy, but his eyes never met mine. He approached me and ensured me making me hit the wall, so to make it clear that he was angry. Lifted up my blouse and bit my breasts over my bra, and talking advantage of that I was ready after Giovani's touch, unzipped his pants to replace the fingers of his roommate with something more interesting...
And so we ended up having sex in the middle of the corridor. I stared at the ceiling with my eyes closed and dead to pleasure, my legs tangled in his hip, with my torso attached to his. He, staring at the wall, supporting me from my butt and ramming with enough force to make it clear that he was the dominant alpha male.
There was no need to change positions until the end, when each one left to its own room: he was strong, the wall helped sustain me and I characterized as being light and small.
After that day, we both had at least, two condoms in our pockets; he didn't wear a belt anymore, and I, never waring anything else than a short skirt or a dress, making everything more comfortable, easier and quicker.
"I'll go slower," he said with his raspy voice, moaning, returning me to reality.
He brought his fingers to my clit only seeking encourage me to try to hurt me less and continue with its hot mission, because going slower didn't mean going less deep: under no circumstances.
He went slow, as he said, getting out completely before returning to enter until there was not a visible inch of his erection. But his patience was short-lived. He began to move back and forth frantically without reaching out before returning to attack. And hurt. Really hurt, but I also felt that the orgasm would be wonderful, so I said nothing to stop it, anyway, little by little I would get used. As always.
I flinch when I felt his rough fingers stop doing circles around my hard button and start moving in all directions irregulary; usually, when he was trying to use me to pleasure himself, never worried if I was enjoying it or not, but the only goal was that he had a good time: I was nothing byt his way to heaven. This was one of the few opportunities outside of the sessions that were both active and enjoying every move, or in which I used him to give me pleasure, which I knew I would get out of there with an orgasms premium, or rather, with an orgasm. I never got the chance to get them when he just came to penetrate, ejaculate and attack again, so I had to kill the quiet and endure a little pain if I wanted the reward.
Later on, after taking me to two orgasms that I thought would never end, he ended his sexual needs, which were not too much as it was nearly impossible for us to spend more than two days without oing anything, and I realized we had forgotten the condom this time. That did happen rarely, we were extremely responsible in our care, but sometimes, just sometimes, there was no time to remember it.
Rubi gave another moan, and I knew she had come to her own end, almost at the same time as Cole.
I opened my eyes slyly, knowing that he wasn't watching me...he never did when knew I was looking at him, because he wanted to make impossible our gazes conected. And he knew that after all the pleasure she had given despite being the sole purpose of achieving his own, it was impossible for me to continue sleeping.
Cole sighed heavily, resting his forehead against the edge of the top bunk, trying to regain some breathing. He was exhausted, had just ended and held my heels with his hands, burying his fingers around. His chest rose and fell rapidly and his sweet face was rosy for the agitation. Sweat covered his body made him look more exciting to my eyes.
Once again, he pushed forward trying to extend his pleasure another second, making me shake under his weight before my feet down from his neck. My legs were numbed hanging over the edge of Helena's bed and he got up to get my panties that were on mine. He put it on, but had no other function to end wet for my sore groin, and lied me back to my mattress.
He got his pants, fastening the button and then tucked me carelessly before leaving our room without slamming the door.
He left without saying goodbye to anyone. Without saying goodbye to me. Without looking back. Not looking at me.
I dropped a tear on my pillow, bored and tired of that kind of relationship we shared, so cold and nasty...but it functioned, and at least I knew I had him for me...in a twisted way, sick...but by my side. Though he was cold, apathetic and insensitive, he was always there: protective, cherish, always for me. He was the only person who respected me and accepted me for who I really am...I couldn't afford to lose him.
The next morning I went to bathe before going to the court to play some basketball...I really was delighted with that sport, but knowing I wouldn't yield after the tremendous good fuck in the morning. I could barely move my legs and felt my vagina was burning, but I don't regret anything... I really had a good time, despite feeling infinitely empty and alone as soon as Cole had retired.
I lay down shampoo and massaged my head, thinking that the warm water and bubbles gently plunged me into a kind of natural catharsis, putting me in a good mood for awhile.
My cabin door opened, and I didn't need to open my eyes to know who it was, as I felt the hands of my well-known lover around my waist. I turned to face him, and I knew he was watching my naked body, as if he never had before, but it was quite possible for him and me, we were always something new since always he had something we were always deeply druggedand when one of us wasn't, the another one was. And while the one who was under the influence of psychotropic drugs was responsible for penetrating or penetrate, or play the way that wanted, the other continued on its ways: either by pasting little cards birthday while was pinned from below, or reading a book as someone jumped over...
But the best was when we were both looking forward...our imagination to invent many ways was great, and we never said no to any proposal or idea that could offer us more, because we were that: only sex twenty-four hours a day, seven days week, and drugs in the same way.
I was still with eyes closed, feeling him push me against the cold, wet shower wall, busy massaging my head and rinse my hair.
He rubbed my nipples with his fingers, pinching them without using force. Then ran down my back and belly with his hands a few times up and down and side to side before bending. Caught my waist forward to keep his eyes dry and don't let water from the shower wet them and opened my legs, then spread my lips with his hands, patting as I sighed. When I couldn't feel his hand in contact with my skin, I knew he had left without saying anything.
Without saying goodbye.
Upon reaching my room, I saw him sitting on the floor talking to Rubi, even though, it was possible to find a time that he was available to speak, but those moments were never mine. He was waiting for me, I could see it in his expression as I entered the room, and the way he took my hand showing me he had a syringe ready.
I crouched beside him, allowing to insert the needle, and watching him pursing his lips staring me with some concern in his eyes, one that I couldn't understand. I felt that, when he started injecting the solution, seemed to take less than usual to empty...
The same thing happened during the next two months, in that whenever it was he who drugged me, the doses were clearly smaller than I used to consume, and also less than last time...also he didn't give me heroin, but something else I didn't know what it was. As days passed, he tried to avod me being drugged, for following me everywhere and increasingly void my access to them, giving me sex in exchange to distract me.
I didn't understand what was happening, but never asked anything, because it was one of our three basic rules: Do not ask.
I know you didn't like Phoebe and Cole relationship, but I hope you got he cares about her and is worried, so is trying to make her stop doing drugs...I'll post one more chapter, the epilogue, where I'm going to give you the link of the second part and explain you a couple of things :D
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