them. I cared about them, and they cared about me, unlike my parents! They knew what Randall was capable of and covered for him because he was family and because Alex mourned Randall’s father. Maybe if they had told me, I would have taken action earlier and he wouldn’t have…” Kennedy lost her voice.
Graham laved her nipples and stroked the sensitive undersides of her breasts. It felt so good and so caring and gave her the strength to go on.
“Randall showed up at closing time one day. I had never seen him in the office before. Alex had already left, and there was just me on that floor. I told him he would have to leave as I was on my way out when he blocked the door and gave me this look. Something evil stared at me, Graham. Sometimes when I close my eyes, I see that evil. He had tortured and killed animals when he was just a kid and no amount of therapy had fixed him. Alex paid off somebody at both of the colleges Randall went to, and there are only rumors, but it sounds like he attacked women there. I don’t know the details, but he was probably working up to, well, working up to me.”
Graham kissed her tenderly and then kissed his way down her body to nip and lick the inside of her thighs. Kennedy moaned and wished he would kiss her pussy. She felt her moisture slip out of her vagina in preparation for him. Graham speared his tongue into her and thrust in and out then retreated to kiss her thighs while he tangled his fingers in her pubic hair.
Kennedy tensed. He would feel them if he moved another fraction of an inch.
“Tell me, Kennedy. Tell me. Share your pain with me. Trust me.”
“He told me what he was going to do to me, every little detail,” she went on. “It shouldn’t have been believable, but it was. He wasn’t even twenty years old, Graham, but already a full-grown monster. I screamed for help and tried to fight him. I tried everything I knew except trying to reason with him. You can’t reason with someone who isn’t human.”
Graham continued to stroke her from shoulder to hip and then smoothed his hand over her mound again. She tensed, but he didn’t seem to notice anything. Maybe he thought she was just uncomfortable with talking about it. Except she wasn’t uncomfortable. She had told Madi and Alberta a condensed version and her therapist nearly everything, but she had never told a man what another man had done to her. Even the police officer who took her statement at the hospital had been female. She was restrained and exposed, yet safe, and it felt liberating to tell it all. She most certainly had issues if this was therapeutic for her, but she didn’t want Graham to leave.
“He hit me with his fists until I fell. I must have passed out because I don’t remember him taking my clothes off.”
Graham stretched out alongside her and rested his head against the side of her neck, his steady breathing giving her the courage to continue.
* * * *
Graham didn’t know how he was going to contain himself, but he was not going to let her down. Kennedy needed to finish this and find out that what she feared, his rejection, wouldn’t happen. Their burgeoning relationship was different. And he wasn’t going to let her have one of those episodes either. He knew he could help her control herself and get through it. Part of him didn’t want to hear anymore. It was worse than anything he had imagined because it wasn’t nearly over. The scars on her left breast were minuscule, just a fine line or two, but he had noticed. And he had felt the faint raised tissue under her pubic hair earlier. He just hadn’t realized how they had been inflicted. Kennedy had endured and survived something he couldn’t even wrap his head around, deliberate cruelty and violence, so at odds with what he practiced. No wonder she was scared of him, so confused. He had rushed her. He felt so possessive of her and also so enraged that he hadn’t been there to protect her.
“He assaulted me, of course, and
Graham laved her nipples and stroked the sensitive undersides of her breasts. It felt so good and so caring and gave her the strength to go on.
“Randall showed up at closing time one day. I had never seen him in the office before. Alex had already left, and there was just me on that floor. I told him he would have to leave as I was on my way out when he blocked the door and gave me this look. Something evil stared at me, Graham. Sometimes when I close my eyes, I see that evil. He had tortured and killed animals when he was just a kid and no amount of therapy had fixed him. Alex paid off somebody at both of the colleges Randall went to, and there are only rumors, but it sounds like he attacked women there. I don’t know the details, but he was probably working up to, well, working up to me.”
Graham kissed her tenderly and then kissed his way down her body to nip and lick the inside of her thighs. Kennedy moaned and wished he would kiss her pussy. She felt her moisture slip out of her vagina in preparation for him. Graham speared his tongue into her and thrust in and out then retreated to kiss her thighs while he tangled his fingers in her pubic hair.
Kennedy tensed. He would feel them if he moved another fraction of an inch.
“Tell me, Kennedy. Tell me. Share your pain with me. Trust me.”
“He told me what he was going to do to me, every little detail,” she went on. “It shouldn’t have been believable, but it was. He wasn’t even twenty years old, Graham, but already a full-grown monster. I screamed for help and tried to fight him. I tried everything I knew except trying to reason with him. You can’t reason with someone who isn’t human.”
Graham continued to stroke her from shoulder to hip and then smoothed his hand over her mound again. She tensed, but he didn’t seem to notice anything. Maybe he thought she was just uncomfortable with talking about it. Except she wasn’t uncomfortable. She had told Madi and Alberta a condensed version and her therapist nearly everything, but she had never told a man what another man had done to her. Even the police officer who took her statement at the hospital had been female. She was restrained and exposed, yet safe, and it felt liberating to tell it all. She most certainly had issues if this was therapeutic for her, but she didn’t want Graham to leave.
“He hit me with his fists until I fell. I must have passed out because I don’t remember him taking my clothes off.”
Graham stretched out alongside her and rested his head against the side of her neck, his steady breathing giving her the courage to continue.
* * * *
Graham didn’t know how he was going to contain himself, but he was not going to let her down. Kennedy needed to finish this and find out that what she feared, his rejection, wouldn’t happen. Their burgeoning relationship was different. And he wasn’t going to let her have one of those episodes either. He knew he could help her control herself and get through it. Part of him didn’t want to hear anymore. It was worse than anything he had imagined because it wasn’t nearly over. The scars on her left breast were minuscule, just a fine line or two, but he had noticed. And he had felt the faint raised tissue under her pubic hair earlier. He just hadn’t realized how they had been inflicted. Kennedy had endured and survived something he couldn’t even wrap his head around, deliberate cruelty and violence, so at odds with what he practiced. No wonder she was scared of him, so confused. He had rushed her. He felt so possessive of her and also so enraged that he hadn’t been there to protect her.
“He assaulted me, of course, and
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