Without the barrier in the way, her body was aching again for the incredible release she knew he could give. Arching up to meet each thrust of his body, she lost herself in the bliss that was all Nolan. Her body was stretched and so full, but it was such an incredible feeling that she wanted to stay joined with him like this forever. Wrapping her legs around his hips, she felt him delve even deeper and cried out at the incredible friction until she tensed and came undone so completely. It was the most amazing experience of her life.
Her clenching folds drove him over the edge and he lost himself to the moment until his release came so powerfully he was stunned for a few brief moments. When he could see clearly again, he carefully lifted away from her, the soft whimper from her lips, making him cringe. He didn't like the idea of hurting her at all.
Curling against his chest with his arm wrapped around her protectively, she was blown away by the beauty of what they'd just shared. If this is what making love was like, she thought, she wanted to do it every single day for the rest of her existence. The thought forced a small laugh from her lips.
Leaning over, he pulled a stray wisp of hair from her face. "You know sweetheart, laughing at a man after sex could make him doubt his skills." He grinned, wanting her to know he was only joking.
"I think your skills are pretty perfect," she smiled back, somewhat embarrassed at the conversation.
His facial expression grew serious as he considered what she had given him this night. "I didn't know you were a virgin," he spoke quietly, trying to understand how her stepfather had raped her and the obvious fact it was impossible.
She tensed and knew he deserved the truth, "He didn't take that virginity," she hated thinking about what he'd done to her when she was lying here with him.
The dawning of what she was saying made him livid. He could only imagine the agony of what she suffered being taken that way by a man who obviously didn't care if he hurt her. Pulling her against him protectively, he wanted to beat the asshole until he knew how it felt to suffer in that way. Even with his submissive's he spent weeks of training them for anal sex, and then it wasn't always easy for a first timer. "Baby I'm so sorry for what you went through." He couldn't let her see his anger, she might take it in the wrong way.
"I know now what it can be like Nolan, I just want to forget." Holding him tightly, she believed that maybe after being with him now she could finally let go of the pain she'd sheltered in her heart for so long.
He had to lighten the mood, he decided. "I don't know angel, we might have to do this a hundred times or more to make sure you know how good it can be." He forced a small laugh for her benefit, but the thought of showing her all the pleasures he had to offer was a very tempting idea.
"Just a hundred," she giggled, thinking after what he'd shown her tonight they could probably knock that number out in a week.
"Okay maybe a thousand, but after that you might need to let me rest," he loved joking with her, and it helped ease the anger he felt earlier at that detriment to society who had hurt her so viciously.
She laughed and felt like for once her entire world was perfect. He pleasured her and showed her how to pleasure him a few more times during the night, but he refused to make love again. He knew her body was sore and needed time to heal, and the last thing he would ever consciously do is hurt her.
10 Defenseless
The following weeks were like a dream come true, Angela relived the memories after hanging up from talking with Rachel. Nolan was stuck in pre-production for the show tonight, and it was the first time they'd really been apart since she moved in. He'd invited her to come along, but knowing the reporters would be talking with the contestants, she'd pleaded off for a little quiet time.
All her song tracks had been put down at the studio, and even the new music video she was starring in was completed. Several times she felt like pinching herself, afraid she was going to wake up and discover she was still back home. Nolan had been the most generous lover, and she couldn't tell him, but she'd fallen so in love with him the thought of walking away made her heart ache.
He treated her like a fragile princess, and it was such a contradiction to the control freak he showed the rest of the world on camera. Lost in her thoughts, she didn't hear what the servant was saying until she nodded her head, and pulled herself out of the dreamland of her memories.
Apparently she had a visitor, since the servant told her she'd bring refreshments to the living room. Having no idea who would be visiting her here, since everyone she knew in town was involved in the production of the show, she quickly walked down stairs to greet her guest.
Her heart dropped into her stomach at the sight of the man who had filled her nightmares for years. "Ronald," eyes widening in fear, she couldn't muster up the courage to say anything else.
"It looks like they've really dolled you up," taking a seat on the expensive leather couch, he allowed his eyes to roam suggestively over his now fully grown stepdaughter.
"Ms. Storm, will drinks be sufficient?" Edward, the housekeeper inquired, unaware of what the situation was.
"Drinks, preferably bourbon if you have it," he waved the butler off with his hand, pleased that Angela seemed to be unable to talk. The little bitch had caused him endless grief after her disappearance and he was here to make sure she paid one way or another.
"As you wish, Sir," walking from the room Edward felt somewhat uncomfortable with the uncouth man in the mansion, and considered calling his employer. Being the professional he was, he decided to serve drinks before contacting Mr. Fitzgerald.
"What are you doing here Ronald," she couldn't believe he'd found her, and here of all places. She wanted to run from the room, but fear kept her immobile, standing in the same place she'd remained since she saw him in the room.
"Is that any way to greet your daddy, girl," looking her over again, he thought she'd filled out in all the right places. "Come sit your ass down, and let's have a discussion like two adults."
His attitude freed her from her sluggish mindset and she grew enraged. "I want you out of my house before I call the police." She tried to make the demand forceful but it came out as a croaky whisper. The man still had the ability to terrify her.
"Listen you little bitch, I've had to deal with your mother's bullshit for the last five years since you left, and you're going to make it worth my while to leave again, if you know what's good for you." As she visibly shrank back he grinned.
"What do you want," this couldn't be happening, she thought as her stomach churned in nausea. Why now, after all these years had he found her? She turned and was about to leave the room, when he stood, reached out and gripped her arm tightly, then slapped her soundly across the face.
"You make one more move to leave this room and I'll throw your slutty little ass on the floor and take what I didn't get the last time, you get me?" Pulling her back to the couch, he sat her down forcefully, then stood towering over her.
Edward walked back in the room with a tray carrying a bottle of bourbon, ice, a coke for Angela, and two glasses. Seeing the tension in the room, he knew he needed to call his employer, but also didn't want to overstep his boundaries. Sitting the tray down on the table he asked politely, "Can I bring you anything else?"
"No, Angela and I don't want to be disturbed, you're job is finished here take the night off," Ronald demanded as if he had the right to give orders.
Angela wanted to scream for the servant not to leave her alone, but she knew firsthand how volatile her step-father's temper could be and couldn't allow the elderly man to be hurt by her circumstances. "Thank you Edward that will be all." She knew the servant wouldn't leave without her permission.
"Very well Ms. Storm, Mr. Fitzgerald should be arriving home soon, so I will bid you goodnight." He hoped the young woman understood his cryptic message, but even if she didn't, he would have security here as soon as he left the room. The fear in her eyes made him wish he was a man of more physical strength, but he knew that he coul
dn't fight off the much younger man and security was the wiser choice. And she could also be friends with this rude man, he reminded himself, but still it wouldn't hurt to have someone other than he make sure this situation was amicable.
Ronald waited until the servant left before grabbing her arm again. "I always knew you were a whore Angela, but I have to give you kudos on hooking such a rich fuck buddy." He laughed coldly, somewhat impressed at her ability to better her circumstances.
She couldn't argue back with him, knowing he could hurt her badly now that they were all alone. Nolan wasn't due home for hours, and now that she had released the servant, she had to use her head to fend him off until she could break away, she thought. "What is it going to take for you to leave me alone, Ronald?" She wanted to kick him in the balls or take a gun to his head, but self-preservation was the key at this moment.
He kept the tight grip on her arm, knowing she'd have one hell of a bruise there tomorrow, and looked around the expensive surroundings. "Well seeing how you're living like the rich and famous now, I figure I'll start with half a million."
"Obviously I don't have that kind of money," stall him, her mind screamed at her even when she wanted to throw up all over him.
"I'm sure you'll get me what I need from your rich playboy, and if you think you can just promise me you'll pay and don't, remember I'll take out every dollar of what you don't pay me on that sorry excuse for a mother you have." He doubted the silly bitch had the intelligence to try and double cross him, she hadn't even graduated high school.
"I can't say that I really care what you do to that woman who gave birth to me Ronald, all I want is for you to leave and never come back into my life again." She hadn't had a mother in five years, and even when she considered her a parent, she'd never done anything to help her, so why should she care what happened there.
"I knew you were a sorry bitch Angela, what kind of girl doesn't care what happens to her own mother." He laughed crudely, actually respecting her a little for her lack of giving a shit.
Needing to continue stalling she spoke what she felt, "She didn't help me get away from you, so what you do to her is of no concern to me." The fact that she didn't want to see her mother hurt, even after the shit she'd allowed to happen to her, made her feel guilty, and she hated that feeling.
"You just make sure I get my money, or trust me, I'll find you one night when your sugar daddy isn't around and make what I did to you before seems like a day in an amusement park," Grabbing her arm tighter, his eyes bore into hers, pleased at the terror shining back at him.
"It's going to take me a few days to come up with that kind of cash," she had no idea how she would get that type of money, but until she was safe again, she couldn't let him know that.
Edward called the security team, and they were on their way to assure him of her safety. He called his boss letting him know what he'd done as well, hoping he'd made the right choice, and knowing he had when Mr. Fitzgerald said he was leaving the studio immediately and to inform security the man was to be detained.
Security had immediately stepped in and escorted the rude man into the study, and the police were called in after Angela described the man as a trespasser. Angela had never been so happy to see the security team as she had been at that moment. The moment they entered the room she explained that Ronald was unwelcome and had gotten through the front gate by using a false identity. She knew that Nolan had put her stepfather on the list of people unwelcome on his property, and even if Ronald was a bastard, he definitely had intelligence.
His threats echoed down the hallway as he promised retribution if she had him arrested, and she couldn't believe he had the audacity to say that she wanted him there. Covering her ears, she sat in the floor, wishing she could block out the sound of his voice forever. She was supposed to be safe here, and now she knew she'd never feel safe again. Her mind screamed for her to run away again, and bury herself in obscurity so he could never find her again. Nothing in her life would ever be right, she thought as she sunk into her own mind of mental anguish.
Nolan found her sitting in the middle of the floor, lost to the outside world and curled in a fetal position. Moving quickly he sat down on the floor and attempted to gather her into the safety of his arms, but she began screaming. He didn't know how to help her, and for the first time in his adult life, tears of grief found his cheeks as he stood and backed away.
Pulling his cell phone out of his pocked he called Sanders, and told him to find a professional, explaining the situation briefly. His beautiful angel was completely broken and he longed to hold her and tell her that he'd never allow anyone to hurt her again, but she wouldn't even let him touch her. Helplessly, he sat down on the floor a few feet away from here, not wanting to scare her more, and stared at her helplessly.
The police arrived, and he left the room only long enough to tell them he was filing trespassing charges against the man and to get him off his property. He wanted to kill the man, but at the moment his entire world was focused on his broken angel. Never in his life had he ever seen someone suffer the way she was now and it destroyed him to know it was because he didn't protect her.
When they psychiatrist that Sanders had employed arrived, she informed her that Angela was in shock and needed to be kept overnight in the hospital. He informed her he would consent to that if he could stay by her side, and was told that until Angela could tell them what had happened, he was considered to be a risk. The psychiatrist informed him she'd call the police if he didn't relinquish her to her care.
After her assurance that Angela would be guarded against any attempts of visitation from any party until her mental status could be evaluated, he reluctantly agreed. The thought of not being there for her unmanned him, but she had to come first, he told himself as they took her away in an ambulance.
Left alone in the now empty mansion, he'd never felt so completely alone in his adult life. He would never forgive himself for allowing this to happen, and vowed that the man would pay for the hell he put his precious angel through if it was the last thing he did.
11 Living Hell
Angela wasn't sure how long she'd been asleep, but recalled one of the nurses saying they'd given her a sedative. She wanted to talk to Nolan, but knew he was probably so disgusted with her behavior that he was probably ready to call their entire relationship off. Seeing Ronald again had been too much, refusing to cry she tried to fight back the feeling of panic that he was still out there, and might find her again.
Faith walked into her patient's room, hoping she was calmer than she'd been earlier at the Fitzgerald mansion. She'd seen patient's react the way Ms. Storm had when suffering from post traumatic stress disorder in the military, it was one of the reasons she'd finished her term there and went into private medicine. "Ms. Storm, I'm Dr. Holloway, how are you feeling?"
"Like a complete idiot, Doctor," Angela spoke honestly, knowing this professional woman could probably never understand why she had completely freaked out the way she had.
"I'd say that you had a huge shock to your system, unless you have an underlying medical condition we need to be informed about?" She'd gotten a small history from Mr. Fitzgerald, and apparently Ms. Storm was an up and coming superstar. Her drug screen had come back negative, so she had to hope her patient had some answers about her condition.
Giving a nod of her head, she couldn't tell this woman the truth about her situation. "Unfortunately I saw someone that I could have lived without seeing for the rest of my life." She felt that was honest enough, without giving away her past.
"There are many people in this world that I would rather not share company with, Ms. Storm, but a reaction like yours, I'm going to assume there's an abusive history?" She hoped the young woman would be honest with her, it was going to be hard to help her if she wasn't.
"Could we just say there is a past history that I would prefer to forget?" She knew that physicians had some Hippocratic Oath or something that kept them from discussing her per
sonal life with the public, but she wasn't ready to talk about her past.
"Obviously I can't force you to tell me anything, Ms. Storm, but I do know if you don't seek help, this situation is probably only going to get worse."
With a frustrated sigh, she felt the doctor wasn't going to stop until she told her something. "Whatever I tell you here is in confidence, correct?"
"Yes, unless you've done something illegal and then I have to inform the authorities."
Giving a nod, she took a deep breath. "The man that showed up at Nolan's house tonight raped me, and I ran away from home five years ago to escape that." It was oddly freeing to say it out loud, she thought.
"I thought it might be something of that nature," Faith gave a sympathetic smile. "Have you sought out counseling, or criminal action?"
"No to both," at the moment she was just worried where she was going to go, and the thought of taking Ronald to court would be like a living nightmare.
"I hope I can convince you to at least consider doing both those things so you can find some closure and start to heal."
"The counseling I'll consider, but as far as prosecution," she shook her head, "the thought of having to tell that to a courtroom of strangers who probably won't believe me, I don't think I can do that."
"Like I said, I can't tell you what to do, but I would like you to consider the fact that if you don't press charges, then he might try to do this again with someone else, if not you again." She hated to put the facts out there so coldly, but she wanted her to know the truth.
The thought of Ronald doing that to another person made her blood boil. Still, bringing out her story to the public was terrifying and she wasn't sure she'd have the strength to go through with it. "I can only promise to think about it." It was the best she could do, she thought solemnly.
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