Chapter 10 #4
Jolie’s eyes darted south, feeling my arousal against her heat. Feeling my intention. She threw all her weight at my chest, forcing another small distance between us, but despite my skinny frame, I managed to hold her stiff.
Her efforts fell flat, and I collapsed my weight onto her. My hard cock searched desperately for her hole through the thin material that kept her protected from me.
“Don’t you want this. . .?” I questioned, my mouth to her ear as I rocked into her. “Lies. I read your diary earlier, when I got tired of looking for you, not realizing just how close you were.” I licked her ear, whispering the words for only her to hear, “You said you were in love with him.”
“You’re not him.”
“We share a body.”
“Not a soul.”
“No. . . I don’t have one of those.” I laughed again, adjusting myself because her wriggling beneath me had taken away her heat.
“Let me go, or I’ll scream. I’ll wake Nessie!”
“You wouldn’t want Nessie to wake up, would you?” My smile lit up the room as it taunted her with the dare.
“No, but your father will be due home soon to stop whatever fucking ludicrous behavior you think you can get away with!” She didn’t believe he would, she couldn’t possibly. Must be the wine. . . my mother always thought higher of him after a few glasses, too.
Jolie hit me again, harder this time. Her powerful legs got between our bodies and struck me hard enough to send me into the air.
I fell from the edge of the mattress, my skin reddening on impact as I hit the ground with a thud.
The glass in my hand pierced my skin. A large slice in need of stitches appeared on my palm. I flicked the glass away with a wave of my aching fingers.
A second later, I was yanking her by the ankle and slamming her to the ground.
She fought back, desperate to get away. Her body landed on top of mine, still tangled in the bedsheets she’d dragged down with her. She kicked and thrashed, trying to escape me.
Her foot, as strong and powerful as before, caught me right in my left ball, and I almost wanted to fucking scream. My eyes glossed with agony as I thought, fuck, I guess I could feel something, after all.
But I stayed silent.
I stretched across the carpet, the fibers causing burns against her skin as I dragged her back to me in the midst of her escape. I’d lost my patience when I lost my grip on her, but unfortunately for her, I hadn’t been able to retrieve them both.
I pulled her in closer in my irascibility, leaning over her back.
I trailed my fingers over her satin crotch.
“For every bruise you give me, I’ll give you two.
Every cut, I’ll cut deeper. I’ll hurt you more than you could ever imagine.
He says I shouldn’t, that my fun will be over, but I’ll kill you if I have to. If I can’t have you, no one ever will.”
My tongue peeped out to taste her skin as I breathed out the words, “And just so you know, my father wouldn’t stop it, Jolie; he wouldn’t help you. My parents would encourage me. They bought you for this. For me.”
“You’re deluded!” she spat, leering back to see me, saliva hitting me in the face. She didn’t want to believe the facts.
“Well, there’s something fucking wrong with me. . . but delusional, that’s debatable.”
“I can help you,” a desperate plea, another I’d ignore. “Woodrow feels—”
“I know what Woodrow feels, Jolie,” I cut her off. “I read his diary, too. He’s gonna be so fucking mad at me, but he’ll get over it. . . he always does whenever I do something he disapproves of. He needs me, so he has no fucking choice.”
I looked over to my father, who had gone silent, or rather, that annoying device glued to his palm had. However, I struggled to see anything beyond my nose as I buried it in the scent of Jolie’s shampoo. Sweet strawberries enchanted me.
But I snapped myself out of it.
With one hand wrapping her to me, the other clutched at the side of her shorts, yanking them down her legs.
My hand was tight to her chest, feeling her heart pounding beneath my touch. Her lips parted to let out another beg, but no sounds echoed in the stillness of the room. Her fight was gone, her body frozen stiff to mine.
I wrestled with her shorts, eager to get them over the curve of her silky thighs.
I moved back between her legs, my fingers playing with the curls I found there.
“Ah, these are cute.” I laughed. “I expected you to be shaved.”
“Please. . . please, don’t do this. You’re wrong, your parents wouldn’t approve. . . and Woodrow, he’d hate this!”
I felt her heart still as my other hand fell lower and gripped at her flesh.
Her skin felt different here. . . between her legs. Warm and wet. I guess her body was trying to let out the sadness that didn’t make it to her eyes.
“You’re gonna moan for me.”
I forced two fingers inside her, no warning, no waiting, straight in. She clenched around me, wet walls desperately trying to crush my bones.
But it didn’t hurt me.
It spurred me on.
And so did the little whimper that fell from her trembling lips.
“Ah-ah, not like that. Moan for me. Like you’re enjoying what I’m doing.” My tone turned harder, growing more ominous, my accent thicker, like the cock between my legs, begging to replace my fingers.
“I don’t understand why you’re doing this.” Her head shook, that hair I liked so much, hitting against my skin.
“Moan, like you’re enjoying yourself.”
“I won’t. . .” her words were silent, but I felt them. “Not with you. Not like this.”
“Pretend I’m him, if it soothes you. . . and fucking moan.”
Her head shook again, violently, like her wracking sobs. Bubbles blew from her wet nose. Tears rose to her eyes, staining them the same shade of pink as this ugly fucking room. She wasn’t a pretty doll now; she was a fucking mess.
But I still fucking wanted her more than I’d ever fucking wanted anything.
I allowed my hand to vacate its comfortable position on her chest to clutch her strands, wrapping them tightly around my fist. I yanked her head back far enough for her to see the excitement on my face. To lick the tears from her face.
“I want to see you if I can’t hear you.”
My father misunderstood. He pulled the string hanging from the colorful shade of a nightlight, and an audience of creepy shadows crept from the walls as brightness swamped from the corners of the dark room and seeped throughout the expanse.
Jolie’s eyes careened in their sockets. Fear altered her skin tone, her expression, and her heart rate.
She finally knew no one would help. . . no one cared.
Her eyes bulged, fixing on my father, who sat nearby.
A part of me still thought she was going to ask for his help, but she didn’t, knowing that there was no chance he’d actually give it.
“Don’t mind me. Forget I’m here.” My father’s words cemented Jolie’s fears.
She realized at this moment, exactly why she’d been bought by him.
It wasn’t to benefit her life, to save it.
It was to benefit his own, to keep me under control.
She realized I was right. “Get things moving, boy. I want to get some shut-eye at some point tonight. I have to be back at the hospital before your mother wakes up.”
Well, she would be waking up then. . . as they say, evil never dies. I sighed at the revelation, my eyes rolling with regret over my knife-wound placement.
“Chop, chop.” He tapped the screen of his overpriced watch.
I felt like telling him to fuck off, because I was tired, too. Tired of being told what the fuck to do. But I held my tongue because I couldn’t wait any damn longer. My dick wanted to feel what my fingers did—strangled by her fucking warmth. Who knew suffocation could feel so damn good?
I slipped my fingers from inside her, and I felt her relax a little. The poor little fool thought it was over.
She didn’t realize the fun was just beginning.
I licked her taste from my digits before I wrapped my hand around my cock, fisting once, twice, moaning into her ear as I touched myself.
“Please. . .” Jolie’s eyes were still on my father, who dismissed her with a wave of his hand, moving his attention back to the phone that was now angled towards us, recording what was about to happen.
She shook her head in disbelief, but her wide eyes weren’t on my father, they were locked on the phone in his hand—probably something he’d told her he didn’t possess during a time she’d previously wanted help.
“Woodrow. . .” she pleaded.
“He can’t hear you right now.”
“Please, you don’t want to do this. Nessie could wake up. She could see.” Jolie had moved her attention to the bed where my sister lay sleeping.
“She could join in,” I lied, just to make Jolie uneasy. I wasn’t into kids, didn’t fucking like them, at all, not in any way.
Her breaths rushed to her mouth, and her need to vomit up the wine she’d drank earlier pulled her head away from my sister’s bunk.
I waited no longer, lining my cock up with her cunt. I slammed inside her, not having a fucking clue what I was doing.
Her pussy lips opened and stretched around me, and she screamed before my hand had a chance to clamp around her mouth.
She tried to stare around me, to the bunk, just as my father did. . . but I didn’t bother looking, I knew the little brat was out for the night.
More tears escaped Jolie’s eyes, her glare back on my father. Each tear still begging for his help, still pleaded to him to act as a father, to see her as a child—a teenager who needed help.
Each plea was ignored.
She whimpered as I pulled out and slammed back inside.
“Shut up, bitch. Serve your purpose. . . your master. Please him.” My father slouched back, making himself comfortable.
She became silent, stripped of her voice by his response to her pain.
I pulled out again, then pushed my cock deeper inside her, forcing her to take all of me. The wet walls of her cunt closed in on me, desperate to get me to vacate. I leaned in closer, her round ass making it hard for me to get as close as I wanted.