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A Simple Act of Kindness	By : Demona_Andariel Category: -Movies Misc > Het - Male/Female Views: 1897 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The initial feeling of triumph over what she’d done quickly dissipated to embarrassment. “Oh god,” she groaned, wrapping herself in a sheet while placing her arm on her head. What in the world had she just done? She wasn’t thinking. To desperate to keep Hoyt from raping her. She turned to Thomas. She’d made herself look more like a slut than ever with how she acted.
She felt a presence over her and moved her arm away from her face. Thomas stood by the bed, looking at her rather curiously. Letting out a sigh, she sat up. “I’m sorry,” she said, making sure to secure the sheet over her body. She wasn’t exactly sure why she was apologizing to him of all people. “I shouldn’t have done that to you.”
He didn’t move to touch her, cocking his head as if he was trying to figure out what she was doing. She kept her eyes directed on his face, not forgetting the fact that he was still very naked. She sighed again, she patted the bed beside her. He hesitated a moment, but sat down, still watching her.
For the first time, she looked at him. Really looked at him, searching his face and eyes. There was something weirdly innocent about him despite all he had done. It was as if he truly believed he had done nothing wrong so far. The conversation that she’d overheard the night before came to mind. Had Thomas just been listening to his uncle the whole time? Did he really not know what he did was wrong? Then again, his mother had set her up for this sick “marriage” or sorts.
“Do you realize you hurt me, very badly?” she asked. “That what you’ve done to me is very wrong?”
His eyes widened in surprise at her words. He shook his head vigorously. “Mine,” the very soft word slipped out of his mouth.
She clenched her jaw. “Thomas,” she said, keeping her voice surprisingly soft yet there was a little annoyance. She should have been angry. But the protection that he’d provided just moments early by saving her from Hoyt flipped something in her brain. “Look,” she placed one hand on his arm. “Maybe you don’t understand. You’ve raped me. Multiple times. You didn’t give me a choice. You didn’t ask for my permission. I don’t think you understand how it feels to have your very own choice taken away from you. For someone to make you do something you weren’t prepared or even wanted to do.” She let him go and turned away, staring at the ground. A thought came to her head.
She stood up, dragging the sheet with her as she started to pace. She could feel his eyes watching her. Her heart beat wildly in her chest. Then she looked at him. “You want a baby. You want one with me,” she stated.
He nodded his head, something sparkled in his eyes as he reached for her. She took a step back, making him whine a little. She held up her index finger. “Wait,” she said. “Let me finish.”
She could see his jaws clench ever so slightly as he swallowed.
“I need to know,” she paused. She wasn’t sure what his answer would be to her next question. It frightened her. “What am I to you?” she asked. “Am I just something that can pop out a baby that you so desperately want? Once you have your baby is that it for me? Or are you going to just keep me around just to have more babies? What I want to know is-” she paused. Pushing back the feelings of hopelessness and sorrow if he answered the wrong way. “Am I a person to you that you actually can care about, that you see has feelings? Or am I just basically a fuck doll. To just lay there and let you do with me as you please until you get what you want?”
She turned away for a moment to hide her face so she could wipe her tears. She hadn’t thought of that. In her “ultimate plan” to seduce Thomas, she hadn’t thought of the fact that he might not see her as a person, but just something to use. Her brain was having a hard time of separating the rapist in him and the semi-hero in keeping Hoyt off of her. She felt him near her. Clearing her throat, she turned to look at him.
He was a lot closer to her than she expected. Slowly, he reached out and caressed her cheek. It was such a simple and sweet gesture of kindness. She couldn’t help herself, as tears streamed down her face. She hugged him.
“Please, Thomas,” she sobbed into his bare chest. “Don’t forget I’m a person. I have feelings like you.”
He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer, petting her hair, letting out a little hum that sounded as if he were trying to comfort her. It took her a moment to collect herself. She weirdly felt safe in his arms. Letting out a sigh, she pushed away from him and looked at his face.
“Am I a person to you?”
He nodded.
He caught her as her knees buckled. That nod of his head brought a sense of relief to her. He let out a whine of concern. Picking her up, he started to head towards the door. She shook her head, placing her hand on his shoulder. “I’m alright,” she said, trying to give him a small smile. “You don’t understand how stressed I’ve been these last few days. You don’t understand how much fear and pain I’ve found myself having to handle in such a short amount of time. I wish you hadn’t. I wish-” she paused, then let out a heavy sigh. “Doesn’t matter now. What’s happened has happened. Just, maybe ask me to have sex first? And, if I say no, just respect that? It would make whatever this is,” she put her hand on his chest then hers, “easier for me to handle.”
He didn’t nod. His eyes focused on her face intensely.
She couldn’t help but laugh. “Thomas,” she said, shaking her head. “Look, if we don’t fuck one day, that doesn’t mean you could have missed out on the only chance to have a baby. I don’t ‘come into season’ once a year.” She wiggled in his arms, but he held her close. “Can you put me down? I’m alright. I was just really relieved.”
He hesitated a moment, then set her down. Letting out a sigh, she banished all the memories from the last four days into some dark corner of her mind. If she ever managed to escape she’d deal with them then. “Thank you,” she said, patting his arm.
She ignored him after that, putting on her clothes. She’d had way too much to deal with. She didn’t want to think but she needed to think. She didn’t give much notice that he was still in the room when she left it. She almost felt like a zombie, going through some daily routine as she swept the house. Once she was done, she curled up on the couch and stared out the window. It was a hot, cloudless day. The kind of day that was better suited sitting in front of an air conditioner unit and just doing nothing.
Weirdly enough no one bothered her. Luda came over with a sandwich and lemonade for lunch, but for whatever reason, the family left her alone to sit on the couch.
Thomas had saved her from his uncle. Hoyt was right. Thomas had no reason to believe her. But, he’d somehow arrived at the right time to save her from further damage. If Hoyt had ultimately raped her it would have broken her completely.
She absentmindedly scratched the burn scar on her arm. He wouldn’t try again as long as Thomas was happy with her. He didn’t see her as a person. Thomas did and she believed Thomas. But she was still and would always be on shaky ground until she cemented her spot in their fucked up family as mother to Thomas’ children. But, that wasn’t going to happen as long as her IUD was in. She could probably get away with being barren for a year, hopefully two, but then questions would start to be asked. How would they react when they find out she knew about her IUD and never said anything? That was something she’d have to deal with when they started to question.
Eventually, she would be forced to eat human meat. There was little doubt in her mind about that. But again, she couldn’t see that being a possibility in her immediate future. She knew she wouldn’t be able to convince them not to eat human meat. There was just no way. He probably had been eating it for years now. Not probably, most assuredly. And he clearly loved and cared about his family. There was no “turning” him to the good side. Her eating human meat? It was a line she didn’t know she could cross. A line she was sure she’d be forced to cross if Thomas thought it was good for her and what she needed.
She took in a deep breath and let out a heavy sigh. No sex tonight , she thought. She needed to test him. If he asked, she’d deny him. She needed to know if her words stuck with him. If they didn’t then there was no hope for her and him. Well, there was no hope for her. It would mean that her words meant little to him over getting her pregnant.
So many unknowns. But, she was still somehow surviving. She was still somehow finding a way to make it through each torturous day.
A hand touched her shoulder, making her jump in surprise. She turned and stared straight into Thomas’ eyes. He held his mask in his hands. There was a tension in his body as he looked down at her. She looked at his mask then back at him and smiled as she touched his hand.
“Thank you,” she said softly.
He slowly relaxed but not all the way as if he expected her to change her mind or attitude. She patted his hand and looked out the window.
“Oh,” she said in surprise. “It’s dark.” She hadn’t realized night had snuck up so quickly. “I guess it’s dinner time, huh?”
She stood up, then wrapped her arm around his as she followed him to the dining room. It was partly to reassure him, partly for protection. She needed his strength to face his uncle after what she’d displayed in the morning. It should have embarrassed her, but it didn’t. In a weird way, she felt proud of herself.
Thomas paused before entering the dining room and put his mask back up, much to her disappointment. Clasping her hand in his and interlocking her fingers with his, she gave him a reassuring squeeze. Luda beamed at the two as they entered the dining room. Other than the weird old disabled uncle, she hadn’t even bothered to learn the name of, there was no Hoyt, much to her relief.
They ate in peaceful silence. Thomas kept his hands to himself and she didn’t question the food she’d been given. They were being nice to her and it weirded her out a little bit. As if it were some sort of apology for what Hoyt had put her through. It wouldn’t last, she told herself. It couldn’t last. Hoyt was their family. But for today, she’d enjoy a peaceful dinner.
Once they were done, she helped Luda with the dishes, not waiting to be asked. It was oddly the most normal, peaceful evening she’d received. Leaving the kitchen, she paused. Thomas was nowhere to be seen. For a moment, she felt her heartbeat pick up as her nerves started to get the better of her. Steeling herself, she moved forward to go up the stairs and to her room. She expected Hoyt to jump out of nowhere. She expected him to grope or fondle her or find a way to be aggressive to punish her for having Thomas on her side still. But that never came.
Entering her room, she paused when she saw Thomas. He was taking off his clothes, clearly getting ready for bed. He stopped and looked over at her. His mask was on the nightstand. His clothes were grimy and stuck to him from the hot day, like most days. She suddenly had the urge to take all his clothes and wash them for him.
“Well, guess I should shower and get ready for bed,” she said as she started to take off her shirt. She felt gross and clammy with old and new sweat. She needed a shower, badly. She was grateful that for whatever reason, the family gave Thomas a room that had a bathroom attached to it. She paused next to the bathroom door and turned to look at him.
He hadn’t moved, hadn’t taken any more clothes off except his shirt.
“Do you,” she started then stopped. He was dirty. She hadn’t really seen him shower before. “Do you want to join me?” It was an invitation more for herself than for him. He was beginning to smell like he hadn’t showered in a few days. Plus, if he did end up forcing her to have sex, she’d rather they not be covered in a day of sweat.
His eyes lit up with surprise as she held out her hand to him. He hesitated for only a moment then walked to her. He followed her, almost like a little puppy. Stopping in the bathroom to watch her turn on the shower.
The shower had no bathtub, much to her disappointment when she discovered that days ago. She used to love taking baths to relax. The large shower stall was more than enough for the both of them. Why he had a shower stall instead of a bathtub was beyond her. She took off her clothes, feeling a bit self conscious, allowing the water to warm up a little. The night had gotten cooler and she noticed that her nipples perked up from that air.
Putting her hand in the shower to test the water, she nodded before stepping inside. She turned and looked at him expectantly. He wasn’t wearing anything, clearly he’d undressed the rest of the way while she was too. Letting out a sigh, she motioned for him to join her. He did, giving her a curious look, but he got in behind her.
“Close the door, please,” she said. He did as she directed, closing the glass door and sealing them in the stall. Then he waited for her next instructions.
Grabbing the bar of soap, she motioned for Thomas to turn around. After a brief moment of hesitation, he complied. He flinched the moment she touched his back, but then the tension in his body slowly left as she carefully lathered him up and then began to scrub him.
Her thoughts wandered. Could she teach Thomas how to prepare her before he fucked her? Would he even listen? Should she even try? She paused for a moment, staring at his back that was losing the years of grime and dirt it seemed to have collected. She needed new soap. The nice stuff. Could she convince Luda to get her that? Maybe a luffa or two. Oh, lube maybe? No, Luda probably wouldn’t be up for that. What else could count? Coconut oil, she’d read. That might be easier to find and she could say it was for her burned skin so it wouldn’t get irritated, which wasn’t exactly a lie.
Grabbing her shampoo, she put some on his hair and slowly began to massage it into his head. Thomas flinched again at her contact, then slowly relaxed. He let out a little moan, making her stop massaging his head. It wasn’t one of sexual pleasure, but of contentment. He turned around, noticing that she had stopped. She couldn’t do it. This wasn’t about making him happy. She didn’t say anything as she went back to washing him, this time focusing on his chest and ignoring the shampoo on his head. Circling his chest and neck and then down his arms. She paid close attention to his fingernails, trying her best to get the dirt, and whatever else was stuck in them from his work of butchering people, out.
She stopped and looked up at him. He watched her curiously. “You, deal with that,”she said, motioning to his cock which thankfully was not hard or even stimulated in the least. Disappointment flashed through his eyes as he took the soap that she handed to him. She didn’t watch him, instead, she carefully moved around him so he had easier access to the water to rinse off. She ignored the cold feeling as his entire body blocked off most of the water. Instead, she focused on her hair first since he was using the soap.
Would he want to take more showers with her? Well, if he did, at least it meant he’d be cleaner.
His hand touched her back and she stilled. He moved slowly and gently the soap over her back. Following the motions she’d done.
“You don’t have to,” she whispered as she glanced over her shoulder. She couldn’t help but feel tense, expecting him to bend her over and fuck her roughly.
He didn’t stop, slowly examining the back of her body almost as if he were looking at her in a different light. Her back had more scars and he moved his fingers gently around them. His gentle, caring movements were sending confusing signals through her brain again. She closed her eyes, but couldn’t stop him. Her body was enjoying what he was doing.
“They don’t hurt,” she said softly as he seemed particularly interested in her scars. A thought popped into her head, making her frown. She turned around and he pulled his hand back. Looking up at him, she cocked her head curiously. “Is that why you chose me?” she asked. “Because of these?” She motioned to her visible scars.
His eyes glistened with some sort of emotion. Picking up her right arm, he gently kissed the scar on there, confirming what her brain had suddenly suspected. And then his hand reached out to caress her face. Her initial kindness hadn’t been the only thing. Her body was damaged as was his. He felt as if they had that in common.
He reached out with the soap to touch her breasts but she covered herself up. “Umm.. I’ve got this from here.” It wasn’t supposed to be about sex. But, she felt a tingle below her belly. She had to get control of herself. Had to just keep it as a shower. Why was she starting to get turned on? She just had sex in the morning.
He looked disappointed, but let her take the soap and get into the water. Back once again to him, she started to lather herself up. The sound of the shampoo bottle opening caught her attention, but she didn’t look back. The weight of his large hands rested on her head. Slowly, he massaged the shampoo into her hair like she’d done to him. A sensation of pleasure ran through her body at the gentle touch and massaging.
“Mmm,” the involuntary pleasure response slipped through her lips before she could stop them.
Thomas stilled for a moment, then went back to massaging her head before she could protest, or try to get him to stop. She closed her eyes, focusing on the feeling of her head getting massaged. He slowly moved around and she could hear the little gasps of pleasure escaping her mouth. One of his fingers brushed her neck, sending chills down her spine, and tightening the knot that was forming in her core. If she wasn’t careful she was going to come just from him gently massaging her. No sex, only shower, she repeated to herself like it was some sort of mantra.
She started to roughly scrub her right arm in an attempt to snap herself out of whatever feelings of pleasure he was sending to her. He caught her left wrist, stopping her the moment he saw she was scrubbing her skin raw. She heard him let out a whine of frustration at her actions, taking the soap away from her.
“I’m sorry,” she said softly, feeling the tears streaming down her face. Her mind snapped. She realized that no one had ever touched her the way he was. She hadn’t been held intimately. Hell, the last time she received a hug from her parents that meant something was before the fire. Ever since then, she’d been alone. The only touches she really received were from herself. Her brother could barely move. No one tried to take care of her or look after her.
The man who raped her though, he was trying to care for her in his own way. There was probably some part in the back of his mind that he knew what he did was wrong. The memories of him trying to make sure she ate, of him protecting her from his uncle in his own way, of him trying to figure out how to give her pleasure, rubbing her clit even if it was sometimes too rough or too fast. He cared for her. He didn’t want her to get hurt. He was trying to do what he could in his own way.
Her mind broke as her heart fluttered. He wasn’t handsome, he would never whisper sweet words into her ear as they made gentle love. He wouldn’t write her love poems or tell her jokes. But he would protect her, even if that meant protecting her from herself.
Something brushed against her thigh and she looked down. His cock was starting to get hard. She swallowed, not quite mentally ready, but she felt a tingle between her legs. She turned around, closing her eyes. No sex, only shower, she repeated again.
Despite the roughness of his hands, he gently pulled her back to him. She didn’t argue or fight. Slowly, he started to wash her stomach and breasts with the soap he’d taken from her. Pressing her back against his chest. Washing more parts of her than she’d washed of him, but he made sure to stay away from her sex, even though he several times went close to it. His free hand massaged her head.
His cock slowly started getting harder, and she could tell he was struggling to not heavily grind behind her. The tension in her core was rising to uncomfortable levels. He probably didn’t even know he was doing it. Fuck! She needed him. She needed him to finish what she goddamn started on accident.
Grabbing his hand from her head, she put it in the water just in case to rinse it off, then ever so slowly ran it down her body till it was over her sex. She heard him gasp in surprise as she pressed his hand against her. Then another gasp, followed by a sound of surprised pleasure when he easily slipped one finger inside her already wet pussy. He started to rub her clit rather fiercely, but she grabbed his arm roughly, pressing her fingers down on him.
“Slow,” she whispered. He slowed. She bit her lips, hips slowly moving up and down his finger. He slipped another finger in. She reached her right arm behind her to hold onto him for leverage as her left arm grabbed his left that had stopped washing her as his focus was on his right hand. She let out a grunt and moan of pleasure as a third finger slipped into her. She moved her hips hard, fucking his fingers.
“Faster, harder,” she breathed as his thumb started to twirl on her clit. She was almost there. She felt his hard cock on her backside, but ignored it. She didn’t want it just yet. Her groans of pleasure increased. She was reaching the edge. Suddenly, he started to slow down and pull his fingers away.
“No! Don’t you dare!” she demanded. “Finish me. Let me come!” He pushed them back into her, and she threw her head back into his chest, biting her lip to keep from screaming any louder than she already was. The wave of pleasure crashed over her and she felt herself spasming around his fingers as she kept fucking them till every bit of her was exhausted.
He slipped his fingers out of her, and she walked forward, setting her right hand against the wall as she tried to catch her breath. Deep down, she could feel the small tingle in her belly as her mind went to his hard cock. Still breathing hard, she slowly turned around to face him.
“You… you let me come without your cock,” she said slowly. She could tell. He wanted her, he wanted her bad. But he didn’t move to touch her. His eyes were full of lust. But, did her words from early ring through his mind? Was he actually trying to wait for her consent? She chewed on her lower lip for a moment. She wasn’t going to resist her urges, she wasn’t going to tell him no. She was trying to figure out how to have sex.
She moved so that she stood in front of him, motioning for him to lower his face to her. He did slowly. She touched his face, slowly caressing it, even when he tried to turn away. It no longer mattered what he looked like. Her brain officially approved of him. The back of her mind tried to remind her of how he’d acted, what he’d done the last few days, but she locked that up quickly. She reached up, making him bring his lips down to hers. She lifted her left leg up for him to know what she wanted, and he grabbed it with his right arm.
His hot cock brushed against her sex several times. She broke their kiss as he started to enter her. “Slow, please,” she whispered as she looked into his eyes. She could see the battle in his eyes, but he complied slowly filling her up. She couldn’t catch the loud moan of pleasure as her body willingly and readily accepted his huge cock. Every bit of him set her on fire, and the tingle under her belly erupted into a fire. She held onto him with both her arms to help support her weight and stood on her tippy toes with her right foot.
She couldn’t help but smile as she looked up at him. His face was filled with lust but also bewilderment. Slowly and steady they moved together for a moment, watching each other. The sound of their bodies steadily connecting was all she could hear. In full view of him, she took one hand off his shoulder and reached down to stimulate herself. His eyes widened at her actions.
Suddenly, her body demanded more. She needed them to go faster, she wanted him to go deeper. She pushed him back, desperate for a new position. He let out a sound of protest, but she didn’t care. Planting both hands on the wall, she arched her butt up.
“Fuck me,” she gasped. He didn’t need to be told twice, this time he wasn’t slow about thrusting into her. She didn’t care though. She needed him to go faster. His hands planted on her hips as he started to pick up pace. He seemed to find the right balance as his right hand left her hip and started moving along her back for a moment, then down to her breast. She lowered herself even more, barely using the wall as leverage with one hand, allowing his cock to hit all the right places.
“Oh god,” she cried in pleasure, the fire in her wanting to break, but also not quite there yet. With her free hand, she put it between her legs, rubbing her clit, allowing her fingers to brush against his cock as he thrusted inside of her. He groaned at the new touch.
With one hand around her breast, the other on her hip, he picked up pace. “Shit!” she screamed as her second orgasm hit her. It was stronger and more powerful than anything she’d felt yet. She heard him grunt and gasp as he stopped moving as well. His warm cum filling her insides. His cock twitched in her while her own pussy walls contracted around him. He placed his head on her back, both of them not able to move as they tried to catch their breaths.
She felt his cock slip out as he softened and as her body rejected him. He slowly stood up and helped her when she moved. She turned to face him, breathing just as heavily as he was. His eyes were filled with bewilderment. He slowly reached out and patted her belly. Sorry, Thomas, she mentally said to herself. No baby.
“Alright,” she said slowly. “We have to wash again.”
They had to take a quick shower as the water quickly got cold. He didn’t like it when she washed between her legs. She didn’t acknowledge his grunts of protest. Putting a towel around her body, after she got out, she looked at him curiously.
“I have a question,” she said as they walked out of the bathroom. He turned to look at her, eyebrows raised. “I noticed that anytime I started to get close to an orgasm you would stop me, only letting me have one when you had your cock in me. You do realize that if you’re really good you can get me to orgasm multiple times? I don’t have to wait as long as you do.”
His eyes widened in surprise.
“Huh,” she said, more to herself than to him. “I guess that answers that.”
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