Chapter 4
Oakley
I didn’t see Sir before leaving the house for the first time since my mother left me there.
I was barely nine years old when she left one night, and didn’t come back.
I was certain she was dead, just like Sir said she was.
But there was a small part of me that hoped she was still alive.
That she’d come back looking for me someday.
Sitting in the car, thankful that the seat was ten times better than my bed was, the man began driving away from the house. I wouldn’t miss it, even though I’d most likely return there someday.
My hand was handcuffed to the door handle, the cold metal digging into my thin wrist with each bump of the tires.
“Just to be safe,” the man had uttered when he slipped the cuffs on the door while I watched wide-eyed. I wasn’t going to run. I had no energy to do much of anything but sit there.
Safe from what?
He didn’t speak, both hands clasped on the steering wheel. When we passed lights, I could see how white his knuckles were from his grasp.
Was he expecting me to act out? Was he waiting for me to throw a fit? I wouldn’t do either. I knew better. I wasn’t going to disappoint Sir more than I already had in my short life.
As the car’s tires vibrated over the road, something began to wake up inside me. With each movement, each bump, a heat grew in my lower belly. As the minutes ticked by, I couldn’t stay still.
My legs were over one another, then I’d switch them. Moving to sit up better in the seat didn’t help the growing need. With each movement I made, my butt stung more and more, and the thing I wore over my penis tightened and pulled against the other part.
I didn’t like the feelings, yet my body wanted something I didn’t know how to release.
My eyes widened, remembering the few times that my penis got hard and Sir came in, beating it back to its place. He’d hit me with a belt at those times, leaving welts on my upper legs and back.
Was that going to happen with this man when he noticed?
Looking down at my crotch, nothing stood up, poking through the material like the other times. Maybe the thing Sir forced me to wear was to help me learn to not let such things control me. Sir controlled me, and no one else.
“You okay?” The man’s voice caused me to jerk. The metal cuff clanked against the plastic interior of the door at my quick movement.
I quickly nodded, even though he probably didn’t see it in the dark.
“We’re almost home.”
Great, I thought. Who knows what he was going to do with me there? I didn’t want to consider the many ideas that could easily spin out of control within my mind.
I breathed deeply, wishing the rising need to settle inside of me. I could handle it.
Letting my head rest against the back of the seat, I turned my gaze out the window. There was nothing to see, which wasn’t helping to distract my mind from the tightness down below.
I wanted to cry. I wanted to touch. And…I just wanted things I knew I couldn’t do.
Tonight was going to suck. Whatever this man did to me would be just icing on the cake.
Would I survive? Would I come out more broken than I was right now?
Shifting again, I recalled this man saying it was a long drive. I wasn’t sure how long I’d been in this car, but it didn’t feel very long. It was still dark outside, and I was still full from dinner.
I recrossed my legs the other way, the pressure just slightly enough that I could shift, rubbing myself against the thing that held me tight. It hurt, but at the same time it felt good enough that I did it again before remembering my place.
Quickly, I placed my legs apart enough that they didn’t touch. My feet, still bare, were flat on the floor.
“Fuck.” The man cursed, punching the steering wheel before uttering a quick, “Sorry.”
I jerked, thankful for the small reprieve of whatever was going on with me.
My face was flushed, and my heart was beating through my entire body.
“Your father said you were eighteen.”
I nodded. If he said I was, then I was. I didn’t know how old I was, nor did it matter. No one else cared.
“You don’t look that old,” he mused. His gaze filtered over me as he turned down a different road, this one smoother than the others he’d been on before.
I had nothing to say, even if I wanted to. Not when he took a deep breath and laid a hand on my upper thigh.
Just a bit more, and he’d be able to feel what was happening to me. Could he feel the pulsing need through my skin as it was?
I shifted again, failing at staying still.
I held my breath as he removed his hand from my leg. Expecting a hit of some sort, I turned my gaze to the window, fighting off tears that threatened to fall.
“I don’t hit women,” he muttered my way, turning once more. “It’ll be bad enough what I have to do shortly.”
What would he have to do? Did I want to know?
My stomach twisted, at war with the thoughts and drug-induced feelings that were burning in my veins.
I wanted to cry. I wanted to tell him that I’d be good, that I’d behave and do whatever he told me to do.
Instead, only a whimper bubbled forth before I quickly clamped that crap down. Crying wasn’t going to save me.
“I’ll be gentle. Donny told me he gave you something to relax you.”
I wasn’t relaxed. At all. I was on edge for more than one reason.
Breathing through my nose, my swirling thoughts took a back burner as the man pulled up to a house that had lights through the driveway, and looked huge in the darkness of night.
“Welcome home.” He sighed, shutting off the car in front of the house.
This wasn’t home. I didn’t know what that was, nor would I ever know.
I watched as he got out of the car, and pulled out my suitcase from the back, before rounding and opening the door for me. Unhooking one cuff from the door, but keeping the other around my wrist, and clipping to his belt loop. Once I stood, his eyes pinned to my feet.
“Why don’t you have shoes?”
Because I was nothing?
He sighed, huffing out a breath before halfway dragging me from the car, shutting the door, and making me walk faster than I was comfortable with towards the front door.
As I walked, the front of my privates woke once more. The thing around me pulled downward with the same sort of pressure that filled my lower stomach.
I had to stop, the force too strong to ignore as the one hand that wasn’t cuffed to the man went straight to my privates, pushing against it.
It did little to help give me relief. If anything, it made it ten times worse.
“Hurry up,” the man nearly barked. He pulled me forward, giving me no choice but to follow.
I was gonna be sick.
As fire burned within, it took everything in me to keep putting one foot in front of the other.
I didn’t dare look around the space as the man unlocked the door and dragged me into the house.
The door clicked shut moments before he was stalking off, me attached to him, through the dark, quiet house.
Another whimper, this time as I had to step up too many stairs. I stumbled up most of them, which made the man grumble and hold onto my upper arm to keep me upright.
I couldn’t see through the tears that fell, my breaths growing heavy as we finally landed on solid ground.
Maybe if it had been another time, another day, I’d have enjoyed the soft, warm carpet my feet sunk into.
Maybe I’d have basked in the warmth of the colors of the walls.
Instead, as I panicked inward, my stomach threatening to expel dinner and the growing need inside, all I could do was go where I was pulled to.
“Sit.”
I almost sat right there on the floor, but a force from my arm dragged me to the edge of a bed. My body sunk into the mattress as the man unhooked the cuff from around my wrist first before doing the same to the part attached to his pants.
He tossed the metal to the side somewhere, leaving a clank echoing in my ears as I forced my body to stay still.
“Donny says you’re a virgin.”
Sure, whatever that was. So I nodded.
“Lay on your back.”
Slowly, and with shaking arms, I laid my back on the top of the bed. My legs dangled over the edge, barely reaching the floor.
I clenched my eyes tight, hands at my sides. It took all my energy, all my willpower to stay still. I wasn’t even sure if I was breathing.
Slowly, the man lifted my skirt. The chilly air hit my sweaty skin, causing me to shake in part fear, in part uncertainty.
“Breathe,” the man whispered, almost gently. It was so at odds with how the orders before had been barked at me.
I took in a gasping breath, my lungs crying out for more air. I hadn’t realized I was holding my breath until then.
“You are pretty,” he said, moving to lean over my body, my skirt forgotten, so he could brush a soft finger along my face, tracing it.
I didn’t open my eyes, not wanting to see into his soul or his thoughts. Whatever he was going to do, could he just get it done and over with? Quickly?
A soft touch against my lips caused my eyes to flash open. The man was right there, his eyes partly open as he pressed again. Just enough pressure to kiss my glossed lips, before he backed away.
I blinked, hoping I didn’t look like a kid at that moment.
“You are a virgin, aren’t you.” He tilted his head to the side like he wasn’t sure about that tiny fact until right then. “I am sorry.”
Sorry for what?
He pulled away, but not before pushing his pelvis into mine as he did so. It renewed the need, causing me to arch up against him, seeking more.
I whined when I couldn’t do more than hump the air, closing my eyes once more.
I shook my head. I didn’t want his attention. I didn’t want him to see how ugly I truly was under these clothes.
Sir was going to be so mad at me. He was going to-
“Shhh, now.” He pulled up the skirt again, all the way to show off the silky material that was underneath. That small bit of fabric was just enough to cover just how boy I was.
Just as slowly, he pulled the flimsy material down enough, then paused, even though my hips humped the air and found no release from the quickly rising pressure inside of me.
“You…aren’t….no…..”
Too far gone, a mix of both drugs fully in my system now no doubt, giving me no room to think clearly.
Even as he backed away, muttering curse words, my hips humped the air, my butt on fire as it scratched against the blanket under me. I could feel something warm drip down my crack, leaving a sticky trail as it did so.
“Fuck!” A crack, then a hiss, before something shattered to the floor.
Instantly, I turned to my side, my body seeking both pleasure and safety at the same time. My legs were pulled up to my torso, rubbing against the thing that held me captive.
One hand snuck down to the base of it, finding two round, too-warm balls that I swirled my fingertips around.
Seeking more pleasure, feeling the warmth spread through me, I humped into my hand, rubbing my balls as warm liquid exploded out of my dick, coating my hand and part of the blanket.
Panting, feeling some better but still empty, and warm, my thumb found its way to my mouth. I didn’t have the energy to cover myself back up, clean the mess, or do anything other than lay there and let sleep claim me.