Chapter 1589 - 107: Say You Want Me

Nathan pulled his hand out of Crystal's skirt and hoisted himself up on his elbows to hover over her. He had an angry frown on his face. "Why are you so desperate to get away from me?" he asked. "Is it because of Eric, or does it have something to do with the necklace?"

Crystal wanted to tell him that he was paranoid, but he blocked her words with a violent kiss when she opened her mouth. The kiss was so vicious that she couldn't bear it. She started to struggle again, and before she knew it, he had laid back on top of her again so that she couldn't move.

Crystal could feel Nathan's becoming more intense as he bent his head to nibble on her earlobes. Then, suddenly, he raised his head, looked her in the eye, and said, "You're mine; everything you do and all that you are belongs to me."

When Crystal heard this, her body began to tingle. She could feel his desire, strong, hot, and hard against her. The pressure made her toes curl, and her struggles lost their intensity. And as he began to kiss her neck, she felt her desire to resist him fade away..

Nathan tickled her ear with his tongue.

"Say you want me," he whispered.

Suddenly, Crystal felt like her abdomen was a little bloated. This was a sign that her period was starting, and she began to panic. If he forced himself on her, and she bled on him, she would be very embarrassed. She shook her head as she clung to what little remained of her sanity. "I won't say it," she moaned. "Never! And you can't make me!"

Nathan laughed and said, "You are a fool, but that is okay because you are my fool. My little fool. I can make you do or say whatever I want you to say. You aren't still insisting that you don't want it, though, are you?"

Nathan grabbed Crystal's hands, and he held them above her head with one hand. She tried to fight him off, but her struggles were in vain. Then, once she'd given up, he pulled up her skirt and placed his hand against her vulva on top of her panties. He gently massaged her genitals, and despite her fears, the pleasure center in her brain took over. She moaned as she raised her hips to meet his hand and increase the pressure. Her face was beet red, and she was more embarrassed than she'd ever been in her life. She didn't think she could control herself, but when she saw the smug look on his face, she was able to push his hand away and tell him to stop what he was doing.

"Why did you stop me?" Nathan asked. He was genuinely bewildered. "You liked it, didn't you?"

Crystal began to cry, and she turned away from him so that she wouldn't have to look him in the eyes.

Nathan: "What is it?"

"I th-think I j-just had my p-p-period," Crystal stammered.

Nathan's eyes went wide as he pulled his hand away from her wet core, and he climbed off of her as quickly as he could. He was terrified. She had bled through her panties, and his hand was glistening, painted red by her shed uterus lining. He held his hand as far away from his body as he could, and he began to curse at Crystal for what she'd done to him. "Couldn't you have held it in?" he asked.

"That isn't h-how it w-works," Crystal replied. She pressed her hands together and held them out as if they'd been tied. "C-Can you -let me g-go now?" she asked.

"Fine," Nathan growled. "Take a shower and clean yourself up. Leave your panties on the floor. I'll have the servant take care of them."

Crystal nodded uncomfortably. She didn't like to be told what to do. Of course, Nathan knew that about her, so he said, "I won't force you to clean up if you don't want to."

"It's okay," Crystal mumbled. She looked down and saw that there was blood trickling down her leg. "I'll have a shower. I don't have any clean underwear, though, or pads...

Nathan: "I'll have the servants take care of it. What brand do you prefer?"

Crystal: "Tampax, I guess, but any brand will do."

Nathan nodded and left the room, and then Crystal went into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind her. Men - she thought absently-  they never seem to know anything about anything... It would be cute if it weren't so damn aggravating! Once she was in the tub, she turned on the water as hot as she could, sat down, and brought her knees to her chest. More than anything, she wanted to cry, but her eyes remained dry. Thus, she was unable to vent any pent-up pain, rage, embarrassment, or shame that she was feeling. More than anything, she hated that when he sexually assaulted her, it brought her pleasure. She felt like her body was a traitor, and she didn't know how to bring it in line with her conscious thoughts.

Finally, she stood up, cleaned her body, and got out of the tub. While she'd been having her shower, Nathan had filled the room with shopping bags. The servants had bought every brand and size of the pad, tampon, and panty liner that was available. Along with these, there was also an assortment of women's underwear, everything from lingerie to boxers to grannie panties. He means well-she told herself as she selected a pair of modest blue cotton underwear and pressed a medium-flow pad to its crotch.

When she went downstairs, she found Nathan waiting for her in the dining room. He'd made tea, and he poured her a cup as she descended the stairs. "Here," he said. "Drink up. It's peppermint tea. The pharmacist told me that it would help with the cramps. If you are still not feeling better after that, you should go to bed early."

Crystal nodded and thanked him. She thought it was funny how he could be so thoughtful one minute, but at other times he could be such a predator. It occurred to her that he was like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, and the thought brought no comfort.