Page 61 of Like Fathers, Like Son
My hands threaded through her hair and I kissed her like my life depended on it, like somehow I could win her over with this one kiss. She actually started kissing me back, and then her hands were pushing harder against my shoulders.
“Please,” I whispered, taking her lips again, my tongue delving deep again to get more of her taste. I wanted her on me, and in me, and I wanted to feel, and smell, and taste her forever.
Anneka
WAKING UP TO FIND Blaze in my room was both horrifying and a strange kind of relief, because it meant I hadn’t inadvertently killed him that night. Did I want him touching me like this though?
His kisses were hot, intense, and forceful, and for some strange reason I was returning them, my fingers suddenly in his hair. He groaned low in his throat, and trailed his lips down my neck, as I felt a ripple of pleasure tingle its way down my spine. What was I doing? It was Blaze; the man who’d kidnapped me, raped me, and terrorised me.
Why was I letting him kiss me, and why wasn’t I arguing as he eased the covers down to gain access to more of my skin? Somehow, the covers were suddenly no longer separating us, and his weight pressed down on my barely dressed body.
I wore a thin t-shirt and shorts, and when Blaze pushed the t-shirt up and stroked my breasts, I should have said no. I’d learned that the word meant nothing to him in the past, but I should still have been saying it, because the important part was showing him that this wasn’t okay.
I didn’t want his touch, and I didn’t want the tingles of electricity that kept shooting downward when he stroked my nipples. When he eased me out of my t-shirt, and sucked on one of my nipples, I found myself tugging at his hair, but I wasn’t trying to pull him away. I was pulling him closer.
Together we helped him out of his jacket and t-shirt, and then his bare chest was pressed against mine as he kissed me again. What was I doing? Was I out of my mind?
There was an alarm screaming in my head to stop, to stop letting him do this, and call for help. There just seemed to be a disconnect between that alarm and my body, which was responding to him, andoh god… growing wet for him.
Blaze teased my nipple with his teeth, and while he had me distracted with that, he must have been easing my shorts down while I wriggled and writhed. I realised only when I felt his fingers sliding between my legs, and gliding through the wetness I hadn’t wanted him to find.
The triumph in his eyes, as he sucked harder on my nipple, almost sobered me enough to put a stop to things, but suddenly his fingers and his mouth were clouding my judgement enough with unwanted pleasure, and I started rocking into his touch, my pleasure building and building, until I was panting and desperate for the orgasm I knew he could wring from me.
“Fuck yeah, look at you, babe. Look at how fucking sexy you are.” Blaze moved up from my breast to take my lips again, and suddenly his cock was driving inside me with a sharp thrust. What? How?
I’d been so lost in my pleasure and that bastard had been freeing his cock. He hadn’t even asked, or waited for permission, but it was Blaze, wasn’t it? He wasn’t one to wait for my consent.
I pulled away from his kiss to demand that he stop, and that’s when his hand eased back over my mouth, and his hold on me hardened enough that I was no longer a willing participant at all.
He had me pinned to my own bed, and he was ramming his cock inside me with abandon, a satisfied grin on his face as he watched me struggle to free myself.
“I missed you, babe. You feel so fucking good around my cock,” he murmured, reaching up to grab something. Suddenly he was stuffing my t-shirt in my mouth and then he used one hand to pin my wrists, while the other settled loosely around my throat.
I was back in the situation I’d been in before, and all because I’d given a little. I’d trusted a little,like some kind of idiot.
“Still want you filled with my babies, Anneka. You’re still mine, and I’ll keep fucking you until you’re radiant and round with my spawn.” Spawn? What the hell? I kept trying to spit the t-shirt out, but the satiny fabric kept sticking to my mouth and fighting me.
Blaze tightened his grip on my throat, and leaned closer.
“I’m going to release your hands, and you’re going to hold the headboard. If you don’t do as I say, I’ll knock you out, and go kill your mum. Understand?” Oh my god! I tried to scream and he rolled his eyes, tightening his grip on my throat until I started to panic, and the room started to get hazy as my vision blurred.
“No screaming, no fighting. Just take it, babe. Take my cock, take my cum, and be a good girl. Nobody gets hurt if you do as you’re told.” Except me, but apparently that didn’t matter to him.
“Nod to tell me you understand, and I’ll release your hands,” he muttered as he rammed deeper, and I winced. “Now, Anneka.” I nodded frantically, and he squeezed tighter.
“If you’re lying to me, I’ll make your mum pay for your lies.” Oh god. I kept nodding and eventually he released my hands and throat, and I desperately tried to inhale enough air to shake the dizziness. Blaze reached for the t-shirt and glared at me.
“I’m going to take this out, so you can breathe, but you’re going to take it just like you promised, aren’t you?” I nodded again, because I needed the air. I was more desperate for that right now than anything.
Finally the t-shirt was out of my mouth and I dragged in a few deep breaths, even as Blaze reached down and pinched both of my nipples hard. I choked on my next breath, and he laughed quietly.
“You like that, don’t you? My sweet sexy baby, you love being fucked and you love pain. It’s why you’re perfect for me, because I’ll always hurt you while I fuck you.” He leaned down to kiss me again, and I had to let him, had to kiss him back, or risk pissing him off.
“That’s good, babe. Now you’re going to tug on my hair again like you did before. We’re in this together, remember? Make me feel how much you want me.”Asshole.
I did as he told me, because I had no other choice, and he groaned with pleasure as he seemed to somehow start fucking me harder, deeper, rougher. He was getting rougher by the moment, but all I could do was take it. All I could do was let him fuck me.
I’d thought I was safe now, but maybe I’d never been safe. Maybe this had always been destined to happen. Maybe I even deserved it somehow?
