Chapter 3
Alisa
Two weeks later…
I needed out of this fucking place. I heard that they brought my dad in and I knew exactly where they would be taking him. To the room they took me. I needed to release him.
I wasn’t going to stick around after that. I needed space from this world. They sold me like I was a farm animal, beat me and now I was chained to a bed.
Every night Jason would come in and climb into bed behind me. He would pull me close and sleep, his warmth surrounding me. I hated it, and I loved it. I loved him, and I hated myself for it. I couldn’t count, on anyone but myself. I finally understood that.
Before I left here, I wanted one thing from him. I wanted him to make love to me. It would be for me, and it would grant me freedom. I wanted one night of bliss. One night where I could pretend I was his and he was mine.
I watched as he came out of the bathroom in his normal attire of pajama bottoms and no shirt. I was sure the pants were for my sake, not something he normally did. Without a word, he climbed into bed.
“Jason?”
“Alisa.”
“Will you fuck me tonight?”
I used that word because to me and my fake reality he would be making love to me, but in the real world, he would be just fucking me.
“Baby?”
“Please, Jason.”
He didn’t say anything.
“I just want to forget; to be here in this moment with you.”
That was all he needed. My hand was being released from the cuff, and he was on top of me before I could blink. His lips pressed to mine. Gentle. So gentle it had tears wanting to fill my eyes, but I blinked them back.
There would be a time for those, and this wasn’t it. His fingers pulled at my panties and it took me a moment to remember that I was dressed in a t-shirt, and just my panties. The shirt was long enough that it came to my knees.
It was usually very modest, but as he ripped the delicate white lace from my body and the cold air touched my pussy, I felt exposed and vulnerable. A knife appeared, and my eyes grew big.
I watched as the blade pressed against the thin fabric of his shirt. I was so relieved he had the blade facing out. He dragged the blade down to the hem of the shirt. The sound of fabric ripping as he used both hands to tear the small cut he made, echoed around the room.
Closing my eyes, I let the feeling of his hot skin, which he pressed against mine, keep me grounded even though I wanted to sail into the clouds. I was finally here. The moment I’d dreamed about since the hormones kicked in.
The feel of his lips closing over my nipple had sparks dancing along my body. My hands slid along his back, nails sinking deep. I’ve lost it. I’ve gone crazy. That was the only thing that would explain this.
His cock nudged my opening, and my eyes squeezed tighter together. I wanted to look him in the eye. I wanted to see the love I felt reflected back at me, but I knew it wasn’t there, not really.
Grabbing his face between my hands, I pressed my lips against his. My body pressed closer. My already hard nipples pressed against his chest. I needed him inside me now. Taking one hand, I slide it down his chest.
Slowly I let my fingers explore his chest and abdomen as my tongue fought with his. The moment I touched it, I knew it was going to be difficult to take all of him. That wasn’t going to stop me from trying.
Rubbing it gently, I fought the smile that tried to intrude as his hips rock forward. I felt powerful at this moment. I felt like I was on top of the world. I had this badass underboss under my control.
Rocking my hips forward as I directed his cock to my pussy, I wrapped my legs around his hips. I pulled them forward, forcing him to enter me. The pain that I felt was swift and quickly overshadowed by the raw need my body was pulsing with.
“Fuck, sweetheart. You should have waited. I don’t want to hurt you.”
But he did. He hurt me more than this ever would. Pushing that out of my mind, I pressed my mouth against his again. I didn’t want to hear any more endearments or false promises. I wanted him to take me to the place only he could.
The feel of his hips retreating had me crying out. My fingers slipped into his hair, grabbing onto it like reins on a horse, keeping him right where I wanted him. When he slammed back into me, I bit his lip hard enough to draw blood.
It seemed to fuel the fire. His hips retreated and slammed into me over and over, but never going as hard or as fast as I needed. Pushing on his shoulders, I forced him to lean back. Using all the strength I had, I used the momentum from him leaning back to force myself forward, tackling him to the bed.
Quickly straddling him, I lined his cock up with the entrance to my pussy. Without a word, I dropped all my weight down on him. The force I used had his cock slamming into my cervix. Reaching down, I felt where we met and realized he still had a few inches to fit inside me.
“I want all of you.”
His eyes turned black as his hands grabbed my hips. His strong arms made it easy to lift me and slam me back down on top of him. He went deeper with every thrust as screams left my lips in a continuous stream.
It was too much and not enough.
“Harder.”
Flipping us, I was once again on my back with his hand wrapped around my throat, holding me in place as his other hand slammed down on the bed beside us. His hips slammed into mine over and over, the bed hitting the wall with each hard thrust.
“Faster.”
I moaned the words and just like I hoped he picked up the pace. In and out, his cock hit my womb with ever reentry. The sounds of flesh slapping flesh mixed with my moans, causing my juices to drip onto his cock, making it easier for him to get deeper inside me.
“Sweetheart…”
“Kiss me.”
I didn’t want to hear his words. I wanted him to fuck me harder. Wrapping my arms around his neck as he sat up, I fisted my hands in his hair and pressed myself to him. There was no gap between us. My legs wrapped around his hips, pulling my hips as close to his as I could get.
His hands grabbed onto my shoulders, and with each thrust I was forced to stay where he wanted me, making his retreats small and his reentry short. I couldn’t move. I was completely at his mercy as my orgasm washed over me in a wave.
My screams turned silent as my voice left me. The world spun as pleasure rocked it off its course. My back hit the bed hard as he slammed into me harder. Another orgasm hit on the back of the first.
The feel of his cock hitting my womb as he jerked inside me had sparks shooting through me. His lips caressed my neck sweetly. This was it, the most beautiful moment of my life.
The last beautiful moment of my life.
Closing my eyes, I fought the pain that tried to intrude and destroy this moment. His weight settled slightly on me. He was talking, but I tuned him out. There was nothing he could say to change the past.
I pretended sleep took me. When he pulled out of me another small spark had my pussy clenching, begging for him to stay inside me. The sound of him going into the bathroom had me turning onto my side, facing away from him.
“Baby…”
Keeping my eyes closed, I pretended the word didn’t wound my already wounded heart. The feel of a warm cloth pressing against my tender flesh was a relief. He was cleaning me.
The bed sagged as he climbed in behind me. I waited for what felt like hours as he finally let sleep take him. Looking at his fingers splayed over my stomach, I slowly lifted them and worked my way over to the edge of the bed.
It took forever, or at least it felt that way. Grabbing blue jeans and a tank top courtesy of Emilia, I quickly dressed. Shoes? Yeah, guess they didn’t think I needed those. Walking to the door, I lost the fight to look at him one more time.
To see everything, I would never have and everything I would forever dream of. Swallowing the tears that wanted to take me, I opened the door and silently exited the room. There was only one place left to go before I left this place and never look back.
My father needed his freedom. Even if he deserved what they were going to do to him, he was my father. Once he was free, I would disappear.