Uncovering You 2: Submission by Scarlett Edwards Read Free Book Online Page B

relax, it’s impossible. Every fiber of my being is clenched tight against the onslaught. It makes the pain worse.
    Stonehart’s hand darts around and grabs one of my breasts. In a quick, rough motion, he pulls out and spins me around. The back of my head bangs off the table. Stonehart emits a wordless, guttural growl and shoots all over my body. Some of his cum gets on my face. I cringe and wince away.
    There is almost no down-time as he pushes into me again, hard as a rock. I open my eyes and gasp at him. How is this even possible? He starts pumping his hips once more, both his hands grabbing and tearing into my body. He’s panting. I’m panting, too. I force my eyes to the high ceiling overhead so I don’t see his face. I close my eyes, and pray for this to be over soon.

    ***

    Stonehart leaves me shaking and whimpering on the table. He does not say anything, or even acknowledge me after he climaxes for the second time. He simply unties my wrists and walks away.
    I curl up into a small ball on the table top, cradling myself. My conscious mind flees into a dark, distant corner where nothing can touch it. It’s a place where the pain does not feel so bad.
    Exhausted, abused, and breaking, I succumb to a restless sleep.

Chapter Ten

    I come to the next morning and feel warm sunshine on my face. I open my eyes. My head is groggy from nightmares. I discover that a thick wool blanket has been placed over my body.
    I sit up on the table, clutching the fabric to my neck. I hold one hand to my head. Every heartbeat sends a shooting pain across my temples. I desperately need some Advil.
    As if my last thought was a spoken wish, Rose bustles into my line of sight, carrying a tall glass of water and a little tray of pills.
    “Here, dear. Have these,” she says in her gentle, motherly voice. I take the glass from her with trembling hands and swallow the pills. As I do, she puts her arm around my shoulders and tenderly rubs my back.
    Only after I’ve swallowed the pills do I realize that I don’t even know what they were. Rose catches the aghast expression on my face and whispers, “Extra-strength Tylenols, Miss Ryder. And one morning-after pill.”
    The mention of that makes me suddenly sick.
    She knows, I think in horror.
    Of course she knows ! My inner-dialogue counters. She works for him, remember?
    “Come on, dear,” Rose says. “I’ve set the bathwater hot, just how you like it. I’m going to help you get cleaned up.”
    I tug at the blanket. “You did this?” I ask, my voice small and weak. I hate how pathetic I sound.
    “No, that was Mr. Stonehart. He came in this morning before leaving for work. He also left you this.”
    Rose reveals a small, velvet box. It’s just like the one Stonehart gave me before.
    “I don’t want it,” I say, bile building in my throat. “Please, put it away. I don’t want to see it now.”
    “I’ll leave it in your powder room,” she says gently, before making it disappear in her pocket. “Come now, Miss Ryder, it’s time to get you in your bath. I’ll help you.”
    I lean on the graying woman’s shoulders and let her lead me down the hall to the bathroom. I peek under the blanket as we walk and see that my dress is gone. Did Stonehart do that this morning, too?
    Rose helps me step into the water. She makes no comment on the state of my body. The bath is blessedly hot, and scented with flowers.
    “Let me wash your hair,” she says after I’ve settled in. I nod, still numb from the events of last night. “Lie back,” she suggests. “Dip your head in.”
    I do. Submerging myself in the tub, I can almost forget where I am. Almost . The collar around my neck is a constant reminder.
    Rose builds up a lather in my hair. Her fingers are soft and gentle. I try my best to relax, just a little bit.
    A long time passes where neither of us speaks. After some of the warmth has seeped into my body, I break the silence in a small voice. “Why are you taking care of me this