


Forgiveness

by devle



Category: NonConsent/Reluctance
Published: 2003-08-07
Updated: 2003-09-25
Packaged: 2017-05-08 04:57:38
Chapters: 2
Publisher: literotica.com
Story URL: https://www.literotica.com/s/forgiveness-1
Author URL:
https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=218176&page=submissions
Summary: <p>1. Rapist takes girl who lets him go.</p>
<p>2. Lucien gets what he wants.</p>
Erotica Tags: Body Soul, Catherine, Cupping Face, Heard Footsteps, Lay Head,
Love Catherine, Lower Abdomen, Lucien, NonConsent/Reluctance, Silver Eyes,
Whispered Words
Average Rating: 4.49





TABLE OF CONTENTS


Forgiveness

Forgiveness Ch. 02




        Forgiveness


He remembered the first time he saw her.  
  
She was sitting in the library in one of the private desks up on the second
floor. Her brown hair was wild and long about her face. The sun that came
through the window she sat next to lit up the red and gold highlights in her
tresses. He was walking down the aisle coming directly towards her looking for
a book when he stopped for a moment just to look at her. He couldn’t see her
face as she was bent over her books but she must have sensed his presence
because she looked up and upon seeing him she smiled nervously and went back
to her reading.  
  
That began a three year long obsession for him that he thought would end upon
their graduation. But no, even now three years after graduation he still
watched her. Still coveted what could not be his.  
  
She was never with a man, it seemed nursing school became her whole life for
two years. After her completion of nursing school she got a job in one of the
local hospitals. She hadn’t changed from when he first saw her except that now
her hair was always braided back away from her face.  
  
After college, he didn’t need to work. He had begun to successfully invest his
money since he was eighteen. So all his time was devoted to her, to learning
where she lived, to knowing her routine.  
  
She tortured him.  
  
Cathrine Etenue. Cold as ice. Unattractive. These were the things she thought
of herself as she wrote in her diary. Which he discovered when he broke into
her house and read it. He watched her now as she left the hospital, it was
midnight and a warm summer evening. Tonight she would torment him no more.  
  
“Fuck!” Catherine cried out when her car wouldn’t crank over. “Not again.” She
groaned leaning her head against the steering wheel. She was so tired. For
some reason she couldn’t sleep for the past couple of nights. She would get
this creepy feeling like someone was watching her. Cathrine raised her head
and went to undo her braid when that was done she leaned back in the seat. “At
least I can walk home.” Cathrine lived in an apartment complex a couple blocks
away from the hospital. The shortest route to the complex was through this
desolated stretch of woods. Not relishing the idea of a long walk Catherine
left her purse in the car taking only her keys and climbed out of the car.  
  
The night was so hot that Catherine took off her nurse’s scrub top revealing
the white tank top she wore underneath. Slamming the car door Catherine
started off.  
  
Fuck, this was perfect, he thought. See what a little hard work and a crow bar
can do? It had been ridiculously easy to pry open her hood and take off the
battery cables.  
  
She was his now.  
  
Normally Catherine liked to walk around in this wooded area. It was mainly
shunned by the people due to its imposing trees and the darkness that the
woods held even when it was bright daylight. Shuddering with unexplained
uneasiness Catherine began to walk faster through the woods imagining the nice
hot bath she would have when she got home.  
  
He could smell her, like a predator hunting his prey. She didn’t wear perfume
it was her own natural scent of warm soft woman. He was getting drunk on her
scent alone.  
  
She was just getting into the darkest part of the woods when she felt rough
hard hands grip her shoulders and spin her around. “What the fuck?!” She cried
out but she was pushed up hard against a tree to where the breath was knocked
out of her. A large dark figure loomed in front of her. Catherine drew in a
breath to scream but his hand clapped over her mouth. Out of sheer instinct
she bit his hand hard but his hand was too callused.  
  
“Come on, Catherine, be a good girl for me.” His dark sensuous voice commanded
her. Slowly he removed his hand but he was prepared for the scream that would
come.  
  
Instead of wasting her breath Catherine slammed one of her knees into his
ribs. He stood under the crushing impact his fingers wrapping about her neck.
“That wasn’t nice was it, Catherine?” He whispered tightening his hold on her.
Black spots whirled before her eyes. Slowly he released his grip. “Don’t fight
this.” He bent his head to her lips. Catherine’s lips trembled beneath his as
he slowly licked her lips, bit the corner of her mouth. She tasted just like
he had imagined and more.  
  
His free hand which had lain on her hip now traveled upward to grasp her
breast Catherine gasped as the heat from his large palm soaked into her skin.
Catherine began to buck and twist underneath him. “No!” She shouted.  
  
“You could have made this easy on yourself. You might have enjoyed it.” He
spun her around so that her chest slammed into the hard bark of the tree.
“Might have even wanted me.” He whispered his lips caressing her ear.  
  
“Get the fuck off me!” Fear made Catherine’s body tremble, her voice a little
shaky.  
  
He began to rip off her scrub pants. Catherine began to writhe and squirm
trying to throw him off she even used the back of her head to try to bash in
his forehead. His hand tangled into her hair pulling her head back. God, he
hated to do that she had such beautiful hair the scent of it made him want to
run his fingers through the thick waves. “You’ve made my life a living hell.
Do you know how you’ve teased and tormented me? I’ve tried everything to get
you out of my mind. I’ve even fucked bitches that looked like you. But nothing
ever worked, baby. I’m going to fuck the shit out of you whether you want it
or not. You’re just an obsession. Once I have you, I’ll be rid of you.” He
desperately wanted to believe that.  
  
He released her hair and went to pull down her pants revealing the sexy black
lace boy short undies she wore. “So sexy. You’re so beautiful.” He slapped her
ass hard. She let out a sexy throaty moan. His hands massaged away the sting.  
  
This was crazy, but he was turning her on with his words and the way his hands
slid over her body. She had never been touched liked this before. And who the
hell was he? She had never tormented any man before.  
  
He pulled down her panties then he reached around undoing his jeans. She felt
the hard hot length of him on her lower back. “No, please...” She whispered.  
  
He caressed her hair back from her face bringing up one knee to separate her
thighs he plunged into her ripping a scream out from her throat. She was so
tight, so wet and hot. She felt like a virgin. “Oh fuck,” He moaned letting
himself savor the wet clasp of her cunt on his cock.  
  
Losing your virginity could not possibly hurt more, Catherine thought through
her tears. He was too big and too hard. He took away all her fantasies and
dreams about romance, love, and sex in that first wild thrust. Then he started
to move inside her. She gave out small gasps and moans. It didn’t really hurt
now, not when he was moving inside her. But it was still rape. He moved
faster, harder the bark of the tree rasping her stomach and thighs her cunt
felt sore and abraded. The tears never seemed to stop. He kept pounding into
her making the pain and the ecstasy last until Catherine cried out as the
torrent of emotion and pleasure-pain broke inside her. He said her name and
they lay for a time against the tree with his head on the back of her
shoulder. He felt hard and solid, pure muscle as he lay against her Catherine
could feel his heart beating wildly.  
  
“I bet this wasn’t even your first rape.” Catherine surprised herself with her
boldness. “Was I good enough for you?” Not like she wanted to know.  
  
He sighed. Having tasted her once he thought he could truly be rid of her, but
a part of him had always known that that would be impossible. He pushed her
hair back from her neck kissing the tender nape. “Was it good for your first
time?” He bit her.  
  
Catherine was horrified that he would know, she thought men were dumb when it
came to that sort of thing, that you had to tell them. She began to push
herself away from the tree. He backed off her to let her straighten her
clothes. Catherine tried to get a good look at him but it was too dark. The
most she could tell was that he was young which gave her a perverse sense of
relief.  
  
God forbid she was raped by an old fuck.  
  
“I hate you.” Catherine said dispassionately staring at the large dark shadow
in front of her.  
  
“Don’t say that, Catherine.” He reached out to stroke her cheek.  
  
“I hate you.” She repeated her voice a whisper.  
  
He said nothing he just grabbed her upper arm and began leading her through
the forest. He seemed to know where she lived because he was taking her
straight to her apartment complex but he stopped just as she began to see
streetlights. He pulled her up against him his rough hand smoothing her hair
back. Catherine stood still as stone. “I didn’t want it to be this way.” That
was an outright lie and he knew she knew it. “Don’t think you can get away. I
know everything about you, Catherine. I’ll always find you even if you run
from me.”  
  
“So what? Are you asking me on a date?” Catherine’s voice acerbic as she spat
out the words.  
  
“You’ll see.” He caught her chin in his hand keeping a tight grip on her upper
arm with his other he leaned in for a kiss.  
  
Since Catherine couldn’t turn away she suffered the kiss and was amazed when
he just let her go.  
  
The next morning Catherine went to the hospital, walking the long way. Her
hands trembled as she helped the patients and on her lunch hour she went out
back and burst out crying. But she told no one. As she lay against the rough
brick wall of the hospital she looked up through teary eyes to see someone in
the distance staring at her intently.  
  
A cold chill swept over Catherine. She blinked her eyes but he was still
there, in fact he was coming closer. Catherine was a ways away from the main
entrance to the hospital and she began to hurry toward the doors suddenly
fearing the man coming to her. It was a ridiculous, irrational fear she told
herself but he caught her.  
  
Catherine tried to scream but his hand covered her mouth. The horrid deja vu
of the moment overwhelmed her and she actually fainted.  
  
When she woke up Catherine found herself in her own bedroom. She sat up in her
bed momentarily confused as to how she got there. A movement by the door
caught her eye and she cried out in terror. It was the man who came at her at
the hospital. “Who the fuck are you?” Catherine pulled the sheet covering her
up to her chin realizing she was in her filmy pink nightgown.  
  
“You don’t know me?” His voice was a soft whisper eerily reminiscent of her
nightmare rapist.  
  
Catherine tried to take him in. He was ungodly handsome with bold black hair
and silver eyes. His black arched brows made him look like the devil. Not to
mention that he had a body made for sin. He was dressed all in black from his
T-shirt to his jeans and scuffed black boots. He stepped closer to her.  
  
“Get the fuck away from me.” She had no idea who he was.  
  
“I’m Lucien DeBray.” He paused for a moment but Catherine still didn’t know
him. He smiled then wolfishly. “You wanted a date, didn’t you?”  
  
So this was the face of her rapist.  
  
Catherine launched herself off the bed hurling herself at him he hit the wall
hard coming down with her on top of him she was punching him wherever she
could. She was like a wildcat clawing and biting.  
  
Lucien caught her wrists and flipped her over onto her back.  
  
“No!” Catherine shouted.  
  
“Yes,” Lucien whispered his lips kissing her neck, her bared shoulder. How
could he think one time was ever enough? One taste. His Catherine was a
virgin. She had been waiting for him, he knew it all along. “I love you,
Catherine. I never loved till you.”  
  
That was deep. His words troubled Catherine stilling her movements. She could
feel the heat of his kisses, his hard cock straining the seams of his jeans.
Catherine reached for the empty ceramic plant holder on the rug by the door
that she had been planning to use and she held it over his head. “I’m sorry.”
She bashed it over his head he immediately passed out. Catherine struggled
from underneath his heavy body. Damn, seeing him like that all sprawled out,
and he still looked sexy? She really did feel sorry.  
  
When Lucien awoke it was dark and his head throbbed he tried to move his arms
to grasp his aching head but found that he couldn’t. He turned his head
quickly to see what was wrong with his arms but the movement caused him
excruciating pain and he swore loudly.  
  
“Did my rapist bellow?” Lucien watched through the red haze before his eyes as
Catherine approached him. She wore a black silk turtleneck with her hair swept
up in a french twist with black pencil leg jeans. She sat beside him on her
bed. “Don’t think you can escape.” His own words coming back to haunt him. She
reach out above his head and he slowly moved his head to see that he was
chained to her iron headboard by thick chains. “I should call the cops, you
know.” Lucien saw the cell phone in her hand. “You raped me you should be in
jail getting fucked in the ass. You’d like that wouldn’t you, Mr. DeBray?”  
  
Lucien only stared at her with anger in his silver eyes.  
  
“You know what stops me?” She paused and when he didn’t answer she touched his
face tentatively stroking his cheek with the back of her knuckles. “You said I
knew you. You said you loved me.” Lucien’s silver eyes softened as she
continued in her soft mesmerizing voice. “I’m giving you one chance to tell me
who you are, how I know you and why you say you love me.” She reached up to
trace the arch of one black brow. “I might let you go or I might call the cops
anyway. But I have to know.” She pulled away from him so that she was perched
on the edge of the bed she looked at him waiting for his answer.  
  
Lucien was surprised that she had done this and that he wasn’t waking up in a
jail cell. She was so beautiful. She looked freshly showered and she smelled
of rose soap. “I saw you once in college, at the library. You looked up at me
and smiled. I don’t know why but you captivated me. I tried to forget you
thinking you were just a crush, some love at first sight shit. But I
couldn’t.”  
  
“You didn’t think you could just walk up and say hi to me?” Catherine’s voice
held no malice or sarcasm.  
  
“I admit I was afraid of you. I thought you’d reject me outright. Whenever I
saw you you looked so self-reliant, so in control. What did I have to offer
you?” He looked away from her then feeling something akin to embarrassment.  
  
“Tell me the truth, how long have you been watching me?”  
  
“Since I first saw you.”  
  
Catherine looked at him for several silent moments and then she got up and
left the room. Shit, Lucien thought leaning back his head to stare at the
ceiling any minute now the cops would show up. He looked up when he saw
Catherine returning with a red bowl in her hands. She sat close to him and
reached over him to place a towel with ice cubes in it underneath his head
right over the lump on his skull. Her breast was inches away from his mouth he
desperately wanted to taste her. She moved away though leaving the ice pack
behind him.  
  
“That’s not love, Lucien.” She whispered. He was so beautiful lying there on
her bed. Catherine wished things were different. That he hadn’t raped her,
that he could be like every normal guy and take her to dinner, ply her
sweetly. But that was a fantasy. “You raped me.”  
  
“I love you.” Lucien said passionately, denying her words. His heart in his
throat as he saw a single tear fall from her dark eye.  
  
Catherine leaned over and placed her head on his chest her arms wrapping
around his tautly muscled waist. She closed her eyes listening to his heart
beat. “No one loves me, Lucien.” They lay quietly like that for a long time
before Catherine looked up into Lucien’s silver eyes. “I’ll let you go.”  
  
Lucien stopped breathing at her words hardly daring to believe her. But
Catherine was true to her word undoing the chains. She stood back as he rose
his head ached less. “Please don’t come back. Please stop watching me.”  
  
“Catherine,” He reached out to try to touch her but she shied away. He left
her then hearing her door slam shut behind him.




        Forgiveness Ch. 02


She sank down to the floor against the door tears streaming down her eyes. She
could hear Lucien pause. For a moment Catherine’s heartbeat stopped and once
again resumed when she heard his footsteps carry him away.  
  
“I was raped.” She whispered trying the words out on her tongue. “He came back
for more.” She wrapped her arms about her knees her cheek on her kneecap as
she rocked herself back and forth. Their whole interlude replayed before her
eyes.  
  
I love you. Lucien had whispered. How his words tortured her now. Catherine
wasn’t fool enough to believe that Lucien would stop watching her but she
didn’t know what else to do.  
  
Rising to her feet she walked tiredly to her bedroom suddenly overcome with
exhaustion. She fell onto her bed dimly noting the rattle of the chains
against her headboard that had held Lucien only moments or was it years ago?
No matter, the bed still felt warm from his body.  
  
Lucien stared openly into her bedroom window. As if he would stop, he laughed
to himself, he could never stop. He licked his lips still tasting Catherine on
his mouth. No, never could he stop until he had her, body and soul.  
  
Catherine resumed nursing the next day, if she was a little jumpy and
nervously looking over her shoulder all the time her colleagues didn’t notice.
Her car mysteriously fixed itself and she had no further problems with it
again nor did she notice a hulking black shadow following her everywhere.  
  
Maybe I’m safe, she foolishly indulged.  
  
God she hurt, in her body and in her soul. She had bruises on her from her
rape as well as from when she launched herself at Lucien. She still throbbed
and ached between her legs but she wasn’t brave enough to say whether it was
from pain or desire.  
  
For one week everything seemed ok as though Lucien had lost interest until one
night she was at her apartment washing dishes when she just happened to look
up into the dark night. Something moved. Catherine dropped her dish hearing it
crash and break but she was too distracted to care. Quickly wiping her hands
on her jeans she ran out onto her balcony dismayed when the shadow had
seemingly disappeared but she caught movement and heard footsteps running in
the alley below her. Shimmying down the fire escape she ran after the form.
The breath burned her lungs as she pursued the shadow. Turning a corner onto a
darkened street she didn’t see the shadow anymore.  
  
“Damnit!” She shouted into the cold night air. Spinning on her heel she went
back toward her apartment. Everything was the way she had left it. She groaned
when she looked into the sink noting the broken plate. “For fuck’s sake.” Did
she have to chase that person? It probably wasn’t even Lucien. As if you
wanted it to be him.  
  
Consumed by these thoughts as she scooped out the shards Catherine wasn’t
paying attention and received a bloody gash across her palm. She hissed in
pain watching the blood well up in her upturned palm.  
  
She cried out when rough hands spun her about slamming her into a warm hard
chest. “Lucien,” She breathed looking into his silver eyes gasping in surprise
when he pushed her into the kitchen wall sandwiching her between the cold
plaster and his hot hard body. Further thoughts and words were stopped as his
lips came down on hers. Hot warmth melted into her very bones as Lucien opened
her mouth to stroke her with his tongue.  
  
No one had ever loved her before. Somehow she figured no one would ever love
her. She was too isolated, remote. Too mean, too fat, too ugly to be this
man’s obsession.  
  
She pulled away from him sucking in a breath. His silver eyes were hard, cold
as he surveyed her face. Catherine brought up her hands cupping his face, his
left cheekbone streaked with her blood. “No one loves me, Lucien.” A faint
repetition of her earlier words to him.  
  
“No one until me.” He breathed pulling her into his body pulling up her jean
covered leg so that it lay about his hip. She could feel his pulsing hot
hardness. He kissed her throat. “No one after me.” He whispered against her
skin causing goosebumps to rise on her arms.  
  
Catherine’s eyes widened in fear as she began to struggle out of Lucien’s
grasp. “No, no stop Catherine.” His hands went to her throat caressing the
soft skin. “Stop.”  
  
“How can you do this to me?” Catherine whispered tears rolling down her
cheeks. “You’ve already had me. I forgave you. Can’t you stop?”  
  
Lucien was truly in pain when he saw her tears bending his dark head to kiss
her cheeks and her trembling lips. “I can’t stop, Catherine. Not until you’re
mine.” He pulled his black shirt up over his head.  
  
He dropped feather kisses all over the exposed skin of her throat going lower
and lower into the V-neck of her tank top. “Lucien,” She cried as he moved her
top aside undoing her bra so that he could suck her tender swollen breast.
Catherine moaned throwing her head back arching her chest so that Lucien could
have further access her bloody hands caressing his taut skin smearing her
blood onto his flesh. “Please,”  
  
“I love you, Catherine.” His silver eyes met hers.  
  
Her acquiescence must have shown in her eyes because it was then Lucien
reached for the buttons on her jeans. Catherine gasped at the heat from his
hand touching the tender skin of her lower abdomen. Lucien hurriedly pushed
her jeans down her hips so that her legs were parted just enough for him, one
leg still propped up on his hip.  
  
“Lucien,” Came her faint protesting cry.  
  
His hard cock stroked the silky wetness of her cunt before easing slowly
inside her. She was so tight after all she had only been had once before and
that was by him. When he was fully inside her he kissed her lips. “You’re
mine, Catherine. Only mine. Say you’re mine, that you belong to me.”  
  
His insistent gunmetal eyes bored into hers. Lucien thrust forward hard
burying himself deeper inside her wrenching another cry from her lips. “Say
it.”  
  
The heat and strength of his body commanded hers compelling her to speak the
words he demanded. “I’m yours. Always, forever yours.” Their lips met. When
they parted Catherine reached up to touch Lucien’s face noting the crimson
streak of blood left on his cheek. Lucien turned his face into her bloody palm
kissing her sensitive skin tasting the sweetness of her blood. He moved slowly
deeply inside her forcing Catherine to beg for more, to beg for him to fuck
her hard.  
  
She bit the thick muscle of his shoulder as he pounded into her. Catherine
could hear his breathless tortured words ringing in her ear. “I love you,
Catherine. Only you. Forever.” Harder and harder, he bent his mouth to her
breast Catherine threw her head back as she came. In the throes of her ecstasy
she felt him cum deep inside her.  
  
They held each other close their chests heaving against one another. Catherine
lay her head against Lucien’s shoulder her arms wrapped about his muscled
waist. There was nothing left for Catherine to fight against. Lucien looked up
cupping her face in his warm palms. “I know you don’t love me now…but,”  
  
He was cut off by Catherine’s kiss. She looked into his silver eyes for once
allowing herself the luxury of being loved. “I do love you, Lucien. You made
me believe you.”  
  
Lucien could say nothing he only bent his head to rest it against her heart
listening to its beat thanking the gods that she could love him, could forgive
him enough to allow herself to love him.  
  
EPILOGUE  
  
Lucien and Catherine married a few days later. Nothing fancy, just a quick
trip to Reno. Catherine was beautiful in a simple white dress her eyes still
shy as Lucien lifted her veil for their first married kiss.  
  
It turns out Lucien is independently wealthy and he moves his bride into the
mansion that he has been renovating for the past year in the hopes that
someday he could take Catherine home with him to share its splendor.  
  
Catherine still worked as a nurse and all her friends marveled at the fact
that she was married noting the large diamond on her left hand.  
  
A month after their wedding Catherine got up out of their bed leaving the warm
security of her husband’s arms to hurry toward the bathroom. Kneeling by the
toilet she retched into it, tears burning her eyes. When she felt a little
better she stood up by the sink brushing her teeth. After a long moment she
looked at herself in the mirror. Her hands slid down her abdomen to finally
rest on her slightly curved lower abdomen.  
  
She walked out of the bathroom returning to stand at the foot of their massive
bed looking down at Lucien. He was so sexy in sleep with his black hair
tousled, his silver eyes closed. Even now he was moving about restlessly
trying to find her his arm flung out to her side of the bed searching for her.
In these few short weeks she had known such happiness. Lucien became her whole
world. And in the midst of their lovemaking she would beg for his forgiveness
for not knowing he was there watching her. For not giving in to him sooner.  
  
She came back into the bed feeling Lucien’s arms wrap about her pulling her
tightly to him he immediately stopped moving about. She lay with her head
pillowed on his shoulder. “I never loved anyone but you. Never.” She
whispered. Lucien’s response was an even tighter grip as he sighed in his
sleep. Catherine nuzzled his skin, Lucien’s scent in her nose, she fell
asleep.  
  
Catherine felt a light tickle along her shoulder. She sighed and opened her
eyes. “Good morning, Princess.” She saw Lucien smiling down at her feathering
a white rose up and down her flesh. She reached out pulling him on top of her
running her fingers through his black hair.  
  
“I love you.” She pressed a kiss in his hair.  
  
Lucien still thrilled inside to hear her words. “I love you.” He held her
closer, tighter.  
  
“Lucien,”  
  
“Yes, love?”  
  
“Lucien,” Catherine struggled to rise forcing Lucien to straighten as he sat
on the edge of their bed looking at her with concern in his eyes. The crimson
sheets fell away from Catherine’s shoulders revealing an enticing amount of
bare skin. “I don’t know how to say this.” She turned away from him.  
  
“Tell me, Catherine.” His voice sharper then he meant it to be. Fear coursed
through him, she could still leave him if she wanted to. She could still
destroy him.  
  
When she looked up at him tears were in her large dark eyes. Without a thought
he pulled her to him Catherine clutched the black cotton of his shirt. “I’m
pregnant.” She sobbed afraid of what Lucien would say. Would he be pleased?
Would he hate her?  
  
Pure joy radiated out of Lucien’s eyes. “Are you sure?”  
  
Catherine had been sure since before their wedding when her period had not
come. Go figure, she thought ironically, your first fuck leads to your first
kid. Or in her case your first rape. She could only nod.  
  
Lucien laughed hugging Catherine closer as she melted with relief into his
arms. “I have everything I ever wanted, Catherine. You and now a baby. The
only thing I ever wanted was you.”  
  
Catherine gently kissed his lips sighing as he laid her back amongst the
pillows kissing her exposed breasts, down her stomach to lay one reverential
kiss over her womb. “I’ll always love you.” She whispered pulling off his
shirt revealing his hard planes pulling his hot body down onto hers.  
  
“Always.” Lucien whispered as he slid into her hot tight cunt. “Always.”




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