Chapter 20
Serena
Soulless grey eyes stare at me while I pretend to sleep.
Sometimes, if I’m lucky, he won’t bother me while I’m sleeping. But most times… luck is not on my side.
His meaty hands are clammy as he slowly lifts my nightgown. The fabric scratching my leg in slow motion. I can feel his fingernails leaving a trail behind the hem, marking my skin like he is marking his territory.
When I feel the bottom of the nightgown reach my hips, I stiffen. I don’t know why I can’t just tell him to stop.
It would be so easy.
Just open your mouth and speak . I repeat the words over and over again in my mind.
But what if I do, and he hurts me? What if I try and nobody believes me?
I try to curl into a ball, to make myself smaller. But he doesn’t stop. He continues to put his hand up my nightgown and touch me. I get the feeling he didn’t want me to awake, so I squirm, hoping he stops.
“Shhhhh Little Flower. Go back to sleep.” Hot rancid breath hits my face. My lungs scream for air as his hand travels back down my torso.
Closer to my underwear.
Closer… and closer…
“No! Stop! Get off of me!” The sheets twist around my legs, tangling me up in my frenzy. My heart races and sweat drips down my back, soaking the bed beneath me. My arms flail around me searching in the dark, only to be met with emptiness.
It’s so dark. And I am alone. Always alone.
“Hey, hey. Serena, wake up.” A voice calls out from the darkness. And then I feel arms around me that warm me to the core.
I fight them at first. And when I realize that they are the same arms that carried me out of my house that night, I give up my fight and surrender my entire body.
“Shhhh. Shh. It’s okay baby girl. You’re safe now.” Isaac gently holds my head against his chest and caresses my hair while he whispers the same words he whispered to me when he found me after Tyler. “It was just a dream. You are safe here.” He kisses the top of my head and I start sobbing.
I’ve never had anyone hold me like this.
All of the nightmares I have endured, and I’ve always woken up alone and afraid.
Even when I was with Tyler. I remember one time I woke him up and asked him to cuddle me, bring me any sort of comfort.
Only for him to tell me that he had to get up early in the morning and to go back to sleep.
The only thing that kept me grounded was Belle. And now she is gone.
But now it’s Isaac.
His arms hold firm around me. Steady and grounding. His heartbeat is slow and constant beneath my cheek, and my breathing begins to match his rhythm. My muscles relax, the tightness in my chest eases and my thoughts quiet.
For the first time, I’m not bracing myself for that feeling of being alone. For the ache in my heart left there for the little girl that had to grow up too fast. It finally feels like I can breathe, after a life of feeling suffocated.
Isaac murmurs something I don’t quite catch, and his hand moves in slow, intentional strokes along my back. My anxiety slips away as if it never belonged to me in the first place.
This must be what it feels like to be truly calm. A stillness that I have never had the privilege of experiencing before. And if it weren’t for his heartbeat pulling me back into reality, I would think that I was dreaming.
But I’m not.
I’m here. And I’m safe.
I look up at Isaac and his eyes search mine. Likely wanting to make sure that I haven’t completely lost my shit. His rough hand holds the side of my face and I lean into it. I turn and kiss the palm of his hand.
“Thank you.” My gratitude muffled by his hand.
He tilts my head so I look up at him. “For what, Mi Vida?”
“For being…here.”
“For not leaving me behind. For holding me instead of pushing me away. I don’t know. For making me feel… wanted?” I’m not sure how to articulate to him exactly what I’m feeling in this moment, because I am not even sure myself.
Safe? Wanted? Dare I say it… Loved?
Isaac gazes back down at me, a sort of tenderness in his eyes. “There’s no other place I would rather be.”
I’m not used to men treating me this way. They’ve always just been after one thing. When I told them I wanted to take it slow, or I wasn’t quite ready, they’d always leave. Always with an agenda of their own. Getting off on using and controlling the women in the world around them.
Unfortunately, I found this out early on in my life. I thought that I had finally found a guy that loved me for me. And then he turns out to be just like all the others.
Is Isaac like all the others too? Will he dump me now that I’ve given myself to him? I know he said that it wasn’t like that at the bar. But how do I know that wasn’t all just a ploy to get me in the sack? And I fell for it.
But it can’t be…
Not with the way he is looking at me right now and not with how secure he makes me feel. I just hope and pray that I don’t live to regret this later.
“Serena, I will always be here to make you feel safe.” He brushes his thumb along my bottom lip.
“As far as making you feel wanted,” he fists my hair at the base of my skull and tugs on it lightly, forcing me to look him in the eyes. “I can promise you that you will feel wanted every day for the rest of your life.”
He kisses me along my jawline, stopping at my ear. “You are mine. My life before you had no meaning, and one day, you will be my wife. The perfect woman by my side.”
Wife? We’ve barely known each other for more than a few weeks. But… that doesn’t seem to bother me any longer. Call me crazy, but looking into his eyes right now, I know he is completely serious about dedicating his life to me.
Whatever reservations I’ve had, vanish. Before I can convince myself otherwise, I roll over and straddle Isaac’s hips. His eyes widen slightly before they darken and a devilish grin teases his lips.
“I’ll let you be in control this time my Little Firecracker, but next time, it’s my turn.”
My pussy tightens at the thought of him taking control. If the shower was any indication of what that might be, then I might be in trouble. He could chain me up and whip me and I’d let him.
I’d let this man do whatever the fuck he wanted to me.
Isaac’s dick is dangerously close to my ass, and for a moment, I wonder what that would feel like. I’ve read about it many times, and it's always felt so taboo. But maybe that’s part of the appeal?
I mean, when he pumped his finger inside it earlier, it felt kind of… good. Set me over the edge. If just his finger did that, I can only imagine what his dick would do.
My hands trace over his chest, and down his abs. I stop when I reach a raised silver line on his right side. An old stab wound?
Sitting back, I notice that he also has small circular scars on his shoulder and chest. I didn’t notice these before in the shower. What is he doing that would cause him to be scarred up like this?
I realize there is a lot about Isaac I don’t know. But I intend to find out.
Right now, however, I just want to ride him until my pussy squeezes every last drop of cum from his cock.
There is something about watching a man, especially a man like Isaac, completely lose themselves, knowing that you are the undoing. Being on my knees for him earlier gave me a taste.
Literally.
Having that much power in my hands was exhilarating, and I want more. I have never felt as powerful as I did when I felt him unravel in the shower with just my mouth alone.
Reaching between my legs, I feel how wet I am. Isaac’s eyes never leave mine as I begin to slowly move my hips back and forth, coating his erection with my arousal. A smile teases the corners of my lips as I slow my movements, reveling in the way Isaac looks trying to restrain himself.
His fingers dig into my hips as his grip tightens, sending a shock wave of pain down my legs. But I like it. I watch as his resolve slowly unravels with each second that ticks by. Leaning forward, I take the lobe of his ear between my teeth, nipping it before I sit back up.
A low moan rumbles through his chest and I raise my hips, positioning him at my entrance.
His head leans back and his eyes close as he lets out a hiss when he enters me.
My pussy protests at first with his size, his cock stretching me slowly, forcing me to hover slightly because I can’t fully sit down.
I lace my fingers in his hair and fist it, pulling forward as I do, so he’s looking at me. “Eyes on me baby.” I tease.
His eyes darken and burn with intensity. He growls and before I know it, I’m giggling as he flips us over and I am staring up at him.
“You think you’re clever, do you Mi Vida?” Palming my breast, he leans down closer. He’s only a hairs breadth away and then he’s gone, taking my breath with him.
Literally.
His hand wraps around my throat, squeezing as he enters me again. But it’s not like when Tyler choked me against the wall. It’s intense, but he’s mindful of squeezing just right so I can still breathe just enough.
Swallowing against his fingers, my breath hitches as my pulse quickens. My back arches, and I push my hips further into him, forcing him to go deeper.
I’ve read about breath play in my books and always questioned myself when my thighs would press together. I brought it up to Tyler once, hoping he might want to try. But the look of disgust he showed made me never want to bring it up again.
He made me feel so wrong for asking. Like what I was asking for made me a freak.
“Do you like it when I choke you, Mi Vida?” Isaac thrusts harder and I feel my orgasm building. I trust him with my life, and I decide in this moment that I do, in fact, enjoy it.
Unable to speak, I nod and he smiles wickedly. It wakes something feral up inside me and I wrap my legs around his waist, silently telling him I want more. His hand tightens and the edge of my vision begins to dance with black dots.
“That’s my girl. Show me how much you want me inside you.” Pulling him in deeper, a strangled cry escapes my lips when I feel every inch of him inside me. Deeper. Harder. Until my body explodes.
He releases my throat and bends my legs up and over his shoulders. In this position, he hits every inch of my pussy, deeper and on the brink of painful. His pace quickens and I can already feel another wave swirling and coiling up in the base of my stomach. Again?
“Let go and come for me Preciosa.” His words set me off and another orgasm rocks my body. Isaac’s thrusts slow as he finishes and rides out my orgasm with me.
“Good girl.” He purrs in my ear. My legs go limp and slide off his shoulders, sprawled and completely exposed in front of him.
“You look so beautiful with my cum spilling out of your pussy.” Isaac takes his fingers and pushes it back inside me, pumping them back and forth slowly. “You’re mine Serena.”
“Yours.” My voice rough.
My entire body feels heavy, like I barely have the strength to move an inch. I never knew you could have more than one orgasm during sex. Let alone ones that wreck your body like that.
Rolling onto my side, Isaac lays behind me and wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him. This must be what true bliss feels like.
It’s nice. And after the hell of a life I’ve lived through, I never want it to end.
“Close your eyes, baby. You did so good. Now get some rest.” His voice washes over my body, sending me into complete and utter oblivion. My previous nightmare is just a distant memory as I close my eyes and let sleep take over.