30. Happy Birthday
Chapter thirty
Happy Birthday
Astoria
A month later
I wake up to him fucking my pussy while I lie on my belly on his bed. Gone are the days when he was super concerned about my leg.
“We need to fuck a lot now to make sure you get pregnant,” he whispers into my ear.
The sick bastard knows I don’t want to but I just lie there and take it because there's obviously nothing I can do. He likes it when I fight, beg, scream, and cry, so I’m going to be as much of a rag doll as possible. Hey, maybe it will piss him off enough to kill me. While my body bobs with each violent thrust, I rub my thumb against the bandage he tied around my hand.
Some part of him, deep inside, must care. Right? There must be something. I remember how he sat to binge-watch two seasons of the show with me, how he ordered food for me, cooked for me, let me listen to music, and let me go outside, all the concern he showed about my leg. Closing my eyes, I manage to escape and hide in the feeling of the grass on my feet, the sun warming my skin, and the smell of rain that day. Then I'm back in the room too soon, and everything hurts so much more. His callousness and cruelty shatters my heart. I can't hold the sobbing.
“Shh. I know you hate this part. Just a little more time for the conception.” All his weight is on my back and his palm pats me like some pet.He gets up, dresses himself, then unlocks the chain from the wall. “Let’s go, little bird.”While wondering if this is another trick I raise my head. He offers his hand. “Come on.”
After a few pathetic steps, Julian carries me. The insane, rough daily fucking hasn't been good for my recuperation. In the bathroom, he washes me while I lean on the wall. I keep looking at him, trying to figure him out. His eyes keep meeting mine, but we don’t speak. It's when I notice he’s wearing contacts. How did I not see that before?
“Y-you can’t see?”
“Huh?”
“You’re wearing contacts.”
He sprays fully-pressured, cold water on my face, drowning me. I turn away, then cower into a corner and almost scream. The water whips at me. I try to hide from it, but there’s nowhere to go. When I attempt to grab the shower curtain to cover myself, he yanks it away. Surprisingly, he gets in, turns me around, and pins me to the wall, trapping my wrists above me. I scream when I accidentally put weight on my leg. While sucking my tit, he puts the shower head right up against my clit. It takes seconds before I come and I fail to yank myself from his hold. By the time he’s done torturing me, I forget what I did wrong. He leaves and then returns to dry me with the towel, brushes my hair while I sit on the bench staring into nothing, then braids it. Then I see it, the blindfold. “Julian–”
“Astoria, please shut up. I don’t want to tape your mouth.”
The world disappears. The blindfold is extra tight this time, hurting my eyes. I hear and sense him moving next to me for a while and assume he’s drying himself. He carries me out of the bathroom, naked.
“I have a new gift for you–”
“But I can’t see.” Although I'm faking casualness, inside, my heart is pumping fast. I can taste the bitter fear in my mouth. Every time he brings a gift it's something terrible except for that one blanket. Goosebumps cover my body and soon I'm shaking all over but I can't tell if it's because of the horror eating away at my mind or the frigidness of the room.
He chuckles. “You don’t need to see. You just need to feel. Stay there.” I stand in the same spot for a while before I sense his presence again. He takes my hands and ties them behind me.
“Julian, I’m hungry and thirsty.” It’s true, but I’m also trying to delay whatever new sick shit he’s come up with.
“You know you only get food and water after, little bird. Now, please stop ruining this for us. You don’t want to piss me off, do you?”
I swallow and shake my head. “No.”
“That’s my good girl. Now, come.” He pulls me until my thighs hit the edge of the bed then pushes me so that I’m bent and hanging over it. The lubricant wets my asshole. “I got you the perfect dildo,” he explains as he pushes it in.
I open up as much as I can and brace myself. Again, it’s not as thick as his dick, but when it gets too deep, I can’t help but want to run away from it. Whimpers escape me. He’s pushes it further and further, never taking it out. I feel it pass my rectum and I lift my head, wondering how much deeper he’ll go, and finding no other choice than to bite my lip.
“There. That’s pretty good. Now open your legs wide.”
I obey him and gasp when I feel something bite on the base of my clit. The bed dips, and he pulls me by the arms all the way onto the bed, and to his hard dick and balls. “Lick it, Astoria.” I lick all over his balls while he jerks off. He pushes my forehead up and places his cock as deep inside my mouth as he can.Julian grabs the dildo, bending it up to where he’s sitting.
“Go ahead pretty bird, show me how much you love me,” he mocks with a smile I can hear as he fucks me with the dildo and I take his cock in my mouth. I obey him by pushing with by knees to rock back and forth. When I move back, the dildo fills me deeper and I’m releasing less than an inch of his cock from my mouth. When I move forward, his cock fills my throat. His heavy breathing and moans fill the room.
"That's my pretty bird."
I lose myself in getting the job done. The longer I last without making a sound, the harder he fucks me. He does it with such ferocity that the thing biting my clit moves. His other hand sweeps under my chest and caresses my breast. He knows there’s only so much I can take before the pleasure overwhelms me.
“I need to hear you sing, pretty bird. You know I can’t come without your singing.”
I try to ignore his plea, to keep all vocal expression deep inside me, but with so much physical stimulation, my body betrays me. The dildo feels so good, every sweep massaging and stretching me, making me feel whole. Knowing he loves it when I take his dick deep in my throat, knowing I’m pleasing him, my moans stick together, becoming continuous, almost like a hum.
“God, you’re such a good whore.”
I can’t stand how much my body is enjoying everything he’s doing. I feel so full, in pure bliss, but I don’t want to admit that. The conflict between my mind, pride, dignity, and prejudices, versus my body with every erroneous spot wanting more, torments me. In the end, my body wins. I suck on his cock with every ounce of energy I have, as fast as I can, way past burning pain, all so that he will keep fucking my asshole the way he is, so that my clit can keep on being bitten and pulled at, so that he will keep touching my breast. I want it, and the minute my mind solidifies that thought, a violent, shaking cry tumbles out of me.
“Fuck… baby, I didn’t know this is what you needed. You’re sucking my cock better than any whore I’ve ever met.”
I ignore him and continue, part of me still needing more of him and the other wanting him to come so it can be over. My whimpers become screams, trying to tell him to finish. The urgency is clear. My walls contract around the dildo, generating waves that spread through me. It's too intense! I can’t help breaking down, with my sucking, with my tears, for him to come. I can’t stop myself from convulsing and taking more of the dildo and his cock deeper, faster, and harder as I rock back and forth.
“Such. A. Fucking. Whore,” he punctuates each word by thrusting his cock and the dildo into me. He’s panting as he grabs my head, pushing more of him into me, my lip kissing his balls and his cock blocking all my breathing as it twitches to fill my throat with come.
“Fuck!” he screams and continues to fuck me with the dildo, ignoring my muffled screeches. His dick recedes out of my mouth and he finally collapses on the bed, then pulls my body on top of his.
If someone caught us, they’d think we were lovers embracing, but the reality is, he’s restraining me, keeping me on top of him. I know he’s sleeping because of the deep, even breathing that I recognize oh-so-well. The exhaustion catches up with me too.
His body readjusting wakes me. “Come baby, sit on me.”
“Julian, no.”
He lifts me and slowly as I sit on top of him, with his dick sliding into my pussy and the dildo in my ass, my eyebrows wrinkle and tremble with supplication for him not to do this. I’m so overstretched, there’s no pleasure. He ignores my plea, my whimpers and cries. I quickly end up accepting that he will not change his mind.
“Fuck…” he cusses as my pussy lips touch the base of his cock. “You want to go back downstairs?"
"No. Please–" I can't hide my phobia. Anytime I think he might throw me down there again something short circuits in my brain.
"Then fuck my cock like your life depends on it."
“Julian, I can’t move with my hands tied like this.”
“Fine,” he protests and unties my wrists.
I bend forward and rock my hips, fucking only what I can take, but he loses all his patience and fucks me with both his cock and the dildo, swiftly pulling screams out of me until I lose my voice.
My blindfold grows so wet with tears that they trail down my cheeks despite it. I come and he takes off the thing biting my clit. It throbs as the blood returns to it and Julian flicks it, making me jump. He laughs. The spurt rushes out of my clit and I can’t help lifting myself away at how insane the pain is. Julian locks me in place as I gush all over him and he comes.
“That’s my good girl. I knew you were still somewhere in there.”
I collapse on top of him, exhausted, starving, and weak. He pushes me off him and I fall asleep on my belly, only to wake up when the dildo is being pulled out of me.
“Don’t worry, I’m filling you back up with another one, baby.”
This time he fills my pussy with another rubber dick, deep inside until I beg him to stop. He adds more lubricant to my ass. I scream as he slams all of himself in me. The rubber in my pussy nudges and vibrates.
“Happy birthday, Astoria.”
It’s my birthday? The thought kills me, but everything evaporates, eclipsed by the pain, then pleasure, as Julian mercilessly crashes into me. The vibrator moves inside as if it were a real dick. My asshole has learned to take him, to be grateful for every inch he pummels into it. Now every rubbing against my walls is heaven. I scream again.
“Oh, pretty bird, already? I’m not done.” He fucks me faster and harder as my body convulses while coming. He’ll never stop. “You know what to do if you want me to come, baby. Sing for me, pretty bird. You haven't done it since that day and you know you owe me for that one.”
I don't know what's worse, taking the punishment for attempting to kill him or not knowing when the punishment will come.
Panting. "Come on Astoria. Come on."
Why is he making me say it? Fucking sick asshole. “Daddy,” I call while feeling the last screw in my mind go to hell in a handbasket.
“Oh, that’s good. Fuck, Tory. I’ll never tire of your ass.” It’s the first time he calls me that and it does something to my mind. “Keep singing, pretty bird,” he requests in between thrusts and pants and my wailing.
“Daddy, please come.” The words barely pass my lips.
No change. I’m so desperate that once I say it again, I can’t stop. I’ll say anything he wants.“Daddy, please come in my ass,” I repeat dozens of times while digging my nails into my palms, feeling liquid wet them.
“You want it, pretty bird?”
“Yes, Daddy. Fuck my asshole. Harder. Harder, Daddy.” I repeat with every plunge as I climax until he fills me with his hot come, then faint.
When I wake up, the blindfold is already off.
“You’re awake? Sit up.”
I obey him despite my body aching so badly. I gasp and tears slip out of my eyes. Only when I stop breathing does it get better, but my lungs scream for oxygen. I look at him with pleading eyes, but he doesn’t notice. I’m too exhausted to do anything. Julian grabs something from his nightstand. I freeze, open-mouthed when I see it’s a small plate with a piece of cake and a tiny candle that he lights up. My eyes follow the lighter all the way to the top drawer in his nightstand.
“Make a wish.”
My gaze shifts between the candle and him. I could grab the candle and set this bed on fire. I could grab it and stick it in his fucking eye. But, the chances of getting that right are less than one percent.
His growing menacing smile tells me he’d just use the fire to burn me alive, then heal me. The black holes that are his eyes dare me.
I wish to get the fuck away from this sick man, is my wish.
He feeds me the cake while I stare at him in silence. It’s the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted in my life even though I hate cake.
“Julian.” I’m surprised at how calmly I say his name.
“Yes, pretty bird?”
“May I have some water?”
“I have something better.” From the night stand, he grabs a small glass filled with milk and allows me to drink it. It’s icy cold, sweet, and soothes my sore throat.
“I put honey in it for you.”
“Thank you, Julian.”
“Of course, gorgeous.” He cups my left cheek, caresses it, and continues to feed me.
“Why do you insist on me calling you Daddy… when I need you to stop?”
Julian places the small spoon down on the plate and studies my eyes as I feel the heat leave my face. “I do not like that you believe your mother, Astoria.”
I avert my eyes from him, staring at the sheets to my right.
“Look at me. You didn’t seduce your father. Did you ever say any of those words to him?”
I shake my head slowly while biting my lip.
“I want you to learn a lesson, to learn what a girl seducing her father would say and do. Understood?”
My heart drops. He’s going to continue torturing me like this and there’s nothing I can do about it.
“I know we have our differences, but I’ve never been this happy in my life, Astoria. I’m so relieved I found you and that we waited for each other. If it would’ve been the wrong girl…” He shakes his head. “God only knows what I would’ve done to her. I would have had to kill her and keep waiting for you. Maybe even never meet you. You’re amazing, baby. I’m so excited, but we need to wait ten days before we can check if you’re really pregnant. Don’t get discouraged if we have to try again, okay? The more we stress about it, the more it could be delayed.”
God almighty, how can I escape this man? Please.