Jessica
My arms are thrust above my head, a belt holding them in place. I knew he put that bar across the top of his door for a reason; I just didn’t realize what that reason was until now.
“Jake and Jess,” he whispers in my ear. “Sounds perfect together, doesn’t it?” His heated breath dances over my skin, making shudders rack my body. His wet tongue slowly drags a hot path along my neck until he stops to nip at my earlobe.
“You need to stop this, Jake,” I cry, but in reality, do I want him to stop? The things that Jake does to me wake up a demon inside of me. If I were to step inside a church now, I’d no doubt erupt in flames. He’s made me into a monster, a living breathing monster that I can’t escape. In my mind, I know the things he does to me are wrong–so very wrong- but at this moment he unleashes that being and lets it free of its confines inside of me. He gives it freedom that I can’t give it on my own, and that’s the part that doesn’t fight him anymore.
“I’m never, ever going to stop, Jess.” His lips suck and tug on the skin near the base of my throat before he moves lower. His hand slaps my right nipple, and a burst of electricity shoots through me. The ache between my legs becomes more and more unbearable with every hit and every bite.
“Please, Jake.” White hot tears pour down my cheeks as I beg him. Am I begging for him to stop? To make me come? I just don’t know anymore. Jake moves lower, his teeth sinking into my flesh. I scream, but there is no one around to hear me. Jake moans as his tongue licks up the blood that is no doubt spilling out of my breast.
“I like when you beg, Jess. You know I do. Keep begging me. Come on.” His hand roughly slaps my hip before he spreads my legs. One finger slides through the wetness that shames me. I shouldn’t feel like this. I shouldn’t want his touch the way I do. I’m a fucking contradiction. Jake hums as he slips a finger inside of me. With one comes two, and he forces his way in. My body jerks at the intrusion, but the ruthless way he’s plunging his fingers into me causes pain and pleasure to collide in a storm of colors. I’m so close to the edge I can feel myself lifting and floating, but Jake being who he is… pulls his fingers out quickly, causing me to groan.
“You come when I let you. Today, I’m not letting you. Phoenix is on his way over.” Just at the mention of his name, my heart leaps in my chest. Phoenix is my brother’s best friend. I’ve always had a crush on him, but he doesn’t seem to reciprocate it. It doesn’t matter anyway; Jake would never go for us being together and he sure as hell wouldn’t let go of me.
“Look at you. Such a little whore. Your pulse is practically beating out of your neck. Is that for him or me?” he asks, his lips painfully close to mine. Sucking air in through my nose, I try to control the beat of my heart with no luck. It’s a trick question. If I tell him the truth, that the thought of Phoenix is what makes my heart ready to explode, I’ll be punished. If I tell him a lie–and say it’s all him–I’ll be punished. It’s a losing situation that I’m in.
“Tell me, baby. Who is it for? Me or him?” His fingers clench my jaw so tightly it causes pain.
“You.” I screech. His hands leave my face only to reconnect with my hip. Hit after hit causes my skin to burn and my eyes to water, yet this traitorous body still gets wet. I’m mortified. My cheeks heat but Jake already knows why. I turn my head to the side so that I don’t have to look him in the eye, but he hates when I do that. His fingers find my clit, and before I can say a word, a gasp flies free. His fingers work to perfection on my overheated body; working me higher and higher until I can barely stand it. Rocking my hips into his hand, I need that last little bit of pressure and I’ll be there, but Jake already told me I wasn’t going to come today. His words ring in my head, and I think he may just let me, but then he quickly steps back as I whine.
“I hate you,” I say through gritted teeth. Jake smiles at me, that dimple in his cheek popping out for me to see. Jake is sexy. I won’t lie about that. He has the body of a god, and he knows it. His shaggy blond hair is the kind you want to run your fingers through and tug with all you have. You add in that dimple and those gorgeous blue eyes, and you’re lost under the spell that is Jake.
“You don’t hate me. You want me. You just won’t admit that part,” he says, pulling his dick free from his sweatpants. I watch him fist the length of himself in his hand, his eyes never leaving mine. The heat in his stare kills me. The wetness becomes an ocean between my thighs. If I were to guess, I’d say that it was running down my legs, but I’m so fascinated by what he’s doing in front of me that I can’t focus on that.
“If I let you down, you don’t fucking touch me. Understand? You suck me the fuck off but never touch.” I nod my head, needing something, anything. I already know that if I refuse, he will only hurt me worse… so agreeing to his terms is the best I can do for now. Jake moves toward me, reaching above my head and letting the belt fall loose. My arms drop to my sides like weightless objects. Jake shoves me to my knees and without warning, pushes his dick past my lips. Pumping his hips, he grasps the back of my head, holding me in place. He doesn’t make me suck him off. No, he makes me gag. He makes me choke and he sure as hell makes me cry. Tears stream down my cheeks the harder he fucks my face. This isn’t anything new, but you would think I’d be used to it. Some people can adjust and get through it–but for me, I gag and choke every time. Sometimes I wonder if it’s only Jake’s dick that does it to me. I wouldn’t know though. He doesn’t allow me to stray that far away from him to find out.
“Get all of it, baby,” he groans. The hand at the back of my head tightens, and I know he’s close. A few more thrusts and he unloads down the back of my throat. Spitting isn’t an option with Jake, so I swallow like a good girl and try to hold back the bile that sits in the back of my throat, just waiting for him to leave. When he pulls out, he slaps my cheek with his dick before tucking it back into his pants. Yanking me by the hair, he pulls me to my feet, pressing his lips against mine.
“You suck the life out of me, Jess. Get cleaned up. I don’t want Phoenix to see you looking like a used-up whore.” The last kiss is quickly replaced by a shove away from him. I stumble back, trying to catch myself before falling to the floor. Jake walks out and slams the door behind him while I try to get a grasp on reality. When I’m with Jake like that, I’m not here. Not really. I feel like I’m in a faraway place where no one can touch me. It’s a place that I force myself to stay at times. We all have ways of coping and, for me, that’s my safe place. I don’t have many of those left anymore now that I’m a sinner.