Chapter 6 #2
"Hmm, no, I don't think I will." He shoves me into the desk, pinning me there with a hand against my back. My arms now free, I swing them at him while trying to wriggle away, but he just laughs before pressing his body against my backside.
I feel the hard ridge of his cock press against my ass and freeze.
"Like I said—you're not acting like a girl who wants to be left alone.
I think this is a cry for help, Saige. I mean, you're even wearing this little plaid skirt I love so much…
the one you wore the first time we both fucked you.
" He flips the skirt up around my waist and runs his hand over my ass cheek.
"Do you remember, baby? How you were shaking on him with my dick halfway down your throat? "
Wet heat pools between my legs, and I get so mad at myself for it, I could scream. "Dax…let me go. Do you know how ridiculous you sound? My skirt is not an invitation."
"Maybe not, but…" Dax fumbles with his jeans and then leans over me, his chest against my back, his body weight holding me against the desk.
One hand grips the nape of my neck before his bare cock presses against me.
My breath catches, and I can't hold back a moan.
"Tell me you don't like it like this," he rasps, his bloody mouth mere centimeters from mine.
"Tell me I'm wrong about you—that I don't know you, and you don't want me to hold you down and fuck the brat out of you until you're a sticky, humiliated mess on this desk.
That's why you're still talking to Elias.
He finally gave you what you've been begging him for. "
I sneer and then spit in his face. Dax laughs, baring bloody teeth before his tongue comes out, licking the saliva from his lips. "Oh, Saige. That's not a no, baby."
I know it isn't. But I can't bring myself to say it—to tell him I don't want it. In the past couple of minutes, my legs have fallen apart, and he feels so good against me. Only a thin layer of wet material separates my pussy from his dick as he rocks against me.
And then he pulls my underwear to the side.
"Last chance…"
Still, I stay silent, and he positions the head of his cock against my opening.
"That's what I thought."
With one brutal thrust, he's inside me, filling me, stretching me, punishing me with his dick. He shows little concern for my injuries, still holding me down with a hand on my head, his other bracing himself on the desk while he fucks into me, grunting each time he buries his length to the hilt.
And I'm a moaning, whimpering mess on the tabletop, my own wetness dripping down my thighs. His dick feels even better than I remember.
It's fucking delicious, and I'm melting for it.
I think he's right. I think I may have been asking for this—begging for it, even.
Maybe that's why the word comes out of my mouth like a prayer.
"Please…please…please, Dax."
"Shut up!" he growls as he drills into me. "You think I care if you come? This isn't about you, Saige. Just take my dick like the obedient little fuck doll everyone in my fucking house knows you are. Take every fucking inch of it, every drop of the cum you've been asking for…"
His words make me clench around him…like an obedient fuck doll would. Dax fucks me like he wants to break me in half, and it feels like he might.
I bite my lip to keep from begging again, afraid he'll stop if he knows how close I am and how desperate I am for release.
"God damn it, Saige," he groans. "I fucking hate you."
"I know…I know you do."
"I wish I never." Thrust. "Fucking." Thrust. "Met you." Thrust.
"I know. I wish that, too."
"Fuck!"
"Dax!"
I whimper as he buries himself inside me, sliding through my wetness, his hips slamming into my backside. His cock hits me just right, and I can't hold it in anymore.
I grip the front of the desk with both hands, arching my back. "Oh, god…oh, god…Ahh!"
I come hard, legs buckling beneath me while my pussy squeezes around his dick. Dax groans, but doesn't slow his punishing thrusts, fucking me through the euphoria.
"Not so tough now, are you? Just another brat with a greedy pussy. But, fuck…" his voice cracks. "You do feel good wrapped around my dick when you come, baby. So tight…"
"Dax…" My body falls limp against the desk.
"I know, baby. I know how badly you need to be used like this. But I can't keep rewarding your bad behavior."
"Fuck…"
"Tell me how much you want my cum, baby," he growls, his breath heaving.
"I want it," I tell him. "I want your cum so bad. I'm greedy, and I want your cum in my pussy."
"Fuck…why do you have to be such a poisonous fucking slut, Saige? Why can't you just be a good girl?"
Covering my body with his again, he grabs me by the chin and brings his bloody mouth to mine, kissing me before biting my lip with enough force that I scream. And when he finally lets me go, he groans, coming hard while pumping his hips into me. "Get. Out. Of. My. Fucking. Head."
I lick my lips while he fills me, tasting copper where his teeth broke the skin.
I guess that's fair.
When he stills, breath heaving, I reach for him, but he quickly pulls away.
"Get off me," he sneers before zipping his pants.
I miss the weight of him. I feel hollow…again.
My eyes well with tears as Dax crosses the room, glass crunching beneath his boots.
"W-where are you going?" I ask, wiping blood from my lip with the back of my hand.
"Where do you think? I'm fucking leaving. I'm done with you—I've had enough of this crazy shit."
It takes the air out of my lungs. None of this feels good anymore. I feel gross; I feel used and discarded.
He's never made me feel like that before.
"Dax, please!"
"What!?" he shouts back.
I can't help it. I told him he wouldn't get to see me cry again, and I lied. "Don't leave me here like this. You…you can't…"
I don't even finish the sentence. I just stare at him, tears running down my cheeks.
Dax watches me for a minute before he sighs, shaking his head. "Saige…come on; you're supposed to be tougher than that."
"I'm not," I sob. "I'm sorry, but I'm not. Please don't—"
"It's okay." He moves toward me and pulls me into his chest, wrapping his arms around me. "It's okay, baby. I'm so sorry. Hey, come here." He sits in the chair, pulls me onto his lap, and I sob into his shoulder.
"No, you're right about me. Everything you said was right. I am hard to love."
"I didn't mean it," he says, running his fingers down my back.
"I just miss you. I miss the way you feel in my arms; I miss the sounds you make when you sleep.
My pillows still smell like your hair, you know?
I can't sleep in there, but I also can't bring myself to wash the sheets because then, you know, it'll just be gone. "
"I miss you, too."
"You're not hard to love, Saige. I love you so much, and it's the easiest thing I've ever done…
so easy, I didn't even know I was doing it.
I've been miserable these past few weeks.
I've gone out every night, and I spend every minute wishing I were at home with you and Nolan.
I don't want anything else; I've learned my lesson.
I didn't throw you away, baby. I love you.
If you're willing to stop punishing me, I promise I won't give you a reason to doubt me again. "
"I don't know if I can do it," I tell him. "I'm too used to being like this."
"I think you can—you just don't want to. Hey, you know what? Maybe we can get a place together next year—just the three of us."
"Really? Just us? And like…be together?"
"Yeah, why not?"
"Elias will be mad."
"I don't care, do you? Are you hungry? Let me grab my stuff. I'm not leaving, okay?"
I nod, wiping my eyes.
Dax walks toward the doorway, grabs his bag, and then brings it back. After removing a bottle of whiskey from the side pocket, he dumps the rest of its contents onto the table.
"The only things you carry in your backpack are processed foods and whiskey?" I ask. "Do you go to class?"
Now that I think about it, I haven't ever seen concrete proof that he does—only fake art assignments. Maybe he doesn't have to.
"Typically? Yes, I go to class. But I haven't been going much lately.
I went to one the other day, but only because I'd already come to campus to bring you your favorite food, but then you shit all over me, and I set your backpack on fire.
Anyway, the class was right next door. That was a really nice gesture, by the way, Ripley.
" He grabs a couple of beakers I missed from the table behind us, fills them with whiskey, and then hands one to me. "Cheers."
I take a sip, wincing, and then open one of the coffee crisps.
"I missed you," he says. "Did I tell you that already?"
I nod. "You did. I missed you, too."
"How have you been?"
"Well, you know. Miles might be trying to kill me."
"Yeah, there's that. You should probably come back to the house, Saige."
"No, I can't live with Elias. I can't be around him like that. He still thinks he's in love with me, and I…" I sigh, looking somewhere over his shoulder.
"What? It's okay—you can tell me."
"I'm starting to think there's something wrong with him."
"Well, obviously."
"No, I mean, like…the way there was something wrong with his mom. Stuff like that is hereditary, right? He scares me."
Dax shakes his head. "Don't say that—definitely don't say something like that to him."
"I wasn't going to, but Dax, how sure are you?"
He bites his lip, the wheels turning in his head for a few seconds before he changes the subject. "Hey, why don't we go back to the house now? I know for a fact that Elias is gone and won't be back until tomorrow morning."
"Really? Why? He didn't tell me he'd be gone."
"Does he usually tell you where he's going?"
"No, but…" Not usually, but ever since I got back to campus, he's checked in with me to let me know where he would be in case I needed anything a couple of times a day, even though I haven't replied.