Page 55 of Like Fathers, Like Son
“Blaze, stop please.”
“No, babe. This has to happen, but I’m making it nice for you. You like it, right?” I eased my fingers around the front of her, easily locating her clit, stroking over it lightly as a shudder ran through her.
“Don’t.”
“Yeah, babe. I want you to come on my cock, I want your pussy sucking my cum from me, so we can make our baby.” I felt her shudder as my teasing of her clit started to push her closer, and suddenly all that mattered was pushing her over the fucking edge with me. Her breathing was becoming more ragged, and she was practically rippling against me. Who knew this stuff would feel so much fucking better if she was into it too?
“Blaze, please…” she moaned, but at this point I don’t think she even knew what she was begging me for.
“You’re doing so well, babe, look at you taking my cock and riding back against me. You’re so fucking perfect, and I…” I what? What the hell did I almost just fucking say? Love? What the hell did I know about love?
I pinched her clit, and she contorted as she rode out a sharp, unexpected blast of pleasure, and her pussy clenched and rippled around my cock. Fuck yeah. My own orgasm was kinda dragged from me by those delicious pulses of her body around mine, and against mine.
Jesus… it was the kind of intense I’d never experienced before, with not only the flood of pleasure searing through me, but the fact that it made me even more attached to her. More overwhelmed by her.
She was mine, but I was just starting to realise that I was just as much hers, maybe even more so.
Anneka
WHY DID HE DO that to me? Not the rape, because I was starting to realise that he had no good fucking reason for that, but to make it feel good, to try and make it nice for me? It felt like even more of a rape, like he was trying to destroy my mind and my spirit, while he tormented my body.
He dragged himself free of me, and then he lifted me into his arms, and carried me from the kitchen.
“I’ll look after you, Anneka, you’ll see. I’ll make everything better.” What the hell? How could he fix anything he’d done? He carried me to the shower, and stripped us both off, getting the water to a comfortable temperature before he lifted me into it, and started trying to help bathe me!
“Get off, stop it!” I hissed, shoving at his hands as he tried to touch me again.
“It’s okay, babe. Let me get you nice and clean, get all this blood off you.”Blood. Yeah, his blood. He had blood smeared all over his stomach and… and lower down. And it was down there on me too, probably all over my back and ass. It was another sign of the wrongness and sickness of his behaviour, but it just went over his head, just like all of my begging and pleading did.
“No! Stop touching me! Just stop!”
Just like he’d ignored me while he raped me, he ignored me now too, almost tutting at me like he found my protests too adorable for words. I think that was the scariest thing about Blaze. He really didn’t seem to function on a normal scale, like a normal person, because his reactions to things were way too off the charts crazy to even understand.
Half an hour ago, he’d bared his soul, cried out his torment, we’d fought over a knife and he’d gained two pretty nasty cuts, and he’d raped me again. And during that assault, he’d suddenly changed his whole persona and instead of trying to hurt me, or punish me, he seemed to think he was being nice to me. Like that wasn’t even more of a punishment.
We struggled with each other, until each of us had almost slipped over in the shower, and finally he stepped back and let me deal with myself, but he wouldn’t leave me in peace.
Once we were dried off, and in that awful damn bedroom again, all I wanted was for him to get out and leave me alone. Fortunately, that’s when he suddenly remembered that we humans needed food to survive, and went off to ‘cook me a nice dinner’.
An hour later, I was dressed and sitting with him to eat a surprisingly tasty pasta dish, which I was surprised he was capable of even making.
“My dad taught me to cook,” he offered when I said as much, and then when I stared dumbfounded at him, he felt the need to elaborate.
“Gray, the blonde dad. He’s an amazing cook, and uh yeah, he taught me all kinds of stuff. We used to cook together when I was growing up.”
I was suddenly starting to remember a little more about the time before I was drugged, and I remembered his parents had definitely been here, but clearly they hadn’t been here to rescue me, or put a stop to their son’s depravity.
“What happens next, Blaze?”
He smiled, reaching for my hand and somehow looking entirely confused, when I pulled away before he could touch me. He tucked his blonde hair behind his ear, oddly shy as he responded to me.
“We stay here, and raise our baby together.” Raise. Our. Baby. Together?What the actual fuck?
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Blaze. We don’t even know if I’m pregnant anyway.” What was I doing? He’d only decide to try and make sure, wouldn’t he? I needed a way out of here, and while he was being slightly more reasonable, I felt like it was my chance to make a plea for freedom.
“I’m sure you will be, babe. You’ve taken a lot of my cum these last few days.” Asshole. I wanted to drown him with his own fucking cum!
“Maybe we should go somewhere to get tested?” Just get me out of that door and I can do the rest. I’d run until I passed out, just to try and escape him. Somehow the nicer he became, the more terrifying this whole situation was, because he seemed to be settling into it, like it was some future he’d decided on. Why didn’t I get to make that decision for myself?
