Jessica

Thwack. The sound of the cane being whipped through the air is almost as pleasuring as the actual sting of it. My pussy clenches, sweat dripping down my forehead. I can hear Phoenix chuckling behind me as my fingers turn white holding his sheet tightly. My injuries have long since healed, and any trace of Jake and what he’s done to me is fading under the full back-piece tattoo I’ve been getting. Phoenix thought of it. I’m not ashamed of my scars, but I like the idea of them being less noticeable. Once my praying, fallen angel is complete, you will never know there were scars there to cover.

“Harder,” I moan. Phoenix’s hands caress my skin as I’m sure a small welt appears. The pain with Phoenix is much different than the pain with Jake. Phoenix turns it into pleasure. He makes me weak in the knees, and all I want is to spread myself open for him to use. We get a mutual pleasure out of his kind of torture.

“You are going to make us late, Jess,” he purrs behind me before I feel that snap once again. My body tightens, needing to feel him, needing that release.

“Then fuck me, Phoenix,” I groan. The cane hits the floor with a small thud before I feel his warmth consuming me. His hands wrap around my waist, holding on tight.

“Not until you answer my earlier question.” His lips come to rest on my back, working their way up my spine.

“Phoenix.” Whining gets me nowhere with him, but I still try. His earlier question is complicated. I’m torn with my decision. I’ve never had this much indecisiveness in my life.

“Jess… Come on. You’re growing my baby in you. Just say yes,” Phoenix coos, trying to get his way. The idea of a small person growing in me scares me. I don’t know how to be a mother. I don’t know how to be anything but what I am, and I am so afraid I will corrupt this child. Phoenix knows and understands this, but that doesn’t stop him from trying.

“I don’t know, Phoenix. I don’t want to ruin anything.” Phoenix stands up, his hands still around my waist. Before I can think about anything further, he slams into me. I cry from the intrusion, but Phoenix is relentless.

“Say yes to me, Jess. Say you will fucking marry me!” He grunts as his thrusts become harder. The higher he sends me, the more I rethink my choice of taking some time. I want to be his wife, I do… but at what cost to my sanity and his? We already have one of the most emotionally charged unstable relationships I’ve ever seen in my life. It’s scary enough that we are together fighting our demons but adding a child to that? I’m terrified. Since everything happened with Jake, I’ve become too reliant on Phoenix. I force him to do things to me at times that he isn’t always comfortable with. I need to feel that bite of pain. Not just the way he uses the cane on me or the whip. I need more. I need that branding physical pain that Jake used to instill in me. I’ve tried to ignore it. I’ve tried to stop it, but I can’t, and when I need it I turn to Phoenix. His bloodlust seems to be under control, and most of the time if he needs it, I give it. It isn’t anything out of control, but enough to satisfy the both of us.

His thrusts become more impatient. His hips become uncaring as he plunges deeper. His body is tight with tension; I can feel it.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans and growls as I feel him swell inside of me. The heat that courses through my body pushes me further and further into him.

“Yes! Fuck! I will marry you–just don’t stop!” I scream as I give in to what we both want. I need to feel him, and he needs me to say yes. Phoenix runs his hand up my back and yanks my hair around his fist. The harder he pulls, the more the sting in my neck rises and pushes me. One last thrust and we both lose hold, coming undone together in a wave of pleasure and pain. We pant through most of it until he pulls out. He moves around me and drops onto the bed, spent from his orgasm. Patting the bed next to him, I climb up and snuggle with him, his massive arms surround me, keeping me safe and warm.

“I don’t want you to say yes just for the pain, Jess. Tell me yes when you’re sure.” He presses a kiss to my head and holds me a little tighter. I don’t know what to say, so I say nothing. I lie in his arms and just breathe.

“What time are we meeting your dad?” I ask through my sex-hazed brain.

“Thirty minutes ago.” He chuckles. I can’t help but laugh with him. I yawn as I pull out of his grasp, knowing how much it pisses his dad off when we’re late. We’ve met with him many times since everything happened. I knew what Jake and Phoenix did for a living but when I heard about the human trafficking, it kind of hurt. His dad was going to do that to me. I remember it clear as day. The thought alone sends a shiver up my spine. I walk into the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror; the fading scars that were self-inflicted and the others a product of Jake, the heart tattoo that now rests over the burn that Jake placed disturbs me at times. I know Phoenix picked it to represent our love, but there are times that it feels like Jake is still pulling my strings.

“Stop thinking about him. He’s gone. I will do everything in my power to erase that motherfucker from your brain.” I didn’t even notice Phoenix had entered the bathroom. His hands slide around my waist, pulling me into him.

“It just hurts sometimes. I let him have that hold over me for so long,” I mumble.

“I know… and it hurts me to know that it was all happening under my nose, Jess. It fucking kills me that you never told me what was happening to you.” His grip tightens, and I know he’s getting angry. I shake my head, spin in his arms and press my lips to his chest.

“Let’s just go see your dad and forget this. I have you now. That’s all I care about.”