Page 40 of Creep
I slowly pull out of her mouth and she has the fucking audacity to suction her mouth around me as I do. My dick twitches in effort to get hard again. I yank myself out of her mouth and snake my long fingers around her bicep. I yank her to her feet in front of me, putting my face right into hers. Our noses smash together and our breath mingles. Her chest is heaving with her trying to catch her breath from what just happened and mine is heaving because I fucking hate craving her and what she does to me.
I lick my lips as I say, “Listen here, baby doll. Enough of the fucking games. You’re done keeping yourself locked in this fucking room and you’re done with the fucking attitude. You’re going to do as you’re told and that’s that. I’m sure you realize by now, your life will go so much fucking smoother if you simplybehave. So be a good girl for me.”
She clenches her jaw, but remains silent. I run my eyes over her features, searching for something, but I don’t know what. I can’t focus on shit with this blood smeared across her face and in her hair. It’s too fucking hot. She needs to be cleaned up.
“No objections?” I pause for all of two seconds before continuing, “Good. You need to go get cleaned up. This blood all over you is distracting me and it’s fucking late.” I turn her around and smack her ass, pushing her toward the bathroom. She doesn’t even flinch as she saunters to the shower, her ass swaying slightly from the way she walks.
I reach down to grab my boxers off of the floor when, through the crack of the door, I catch sight of Essa stripping and lose it. I saunter into her bathroom right as I hear the shower turn on. As I’m pushing open the door, I catch the last bit of Essa’s legs disappearing into the shower. With a one track mind, I move over to the shower and fling the glass door open.
Essa whirls around and gawks at me. She flings her arms across her chest and turns the lower half of her body away from me like I haven’t already seen it, or fucking touched it. Or made it fucking come so goddamn hard she was seeing stars.Yeah, right.
I step into the shower and close the door behind me. Essa takes a step backwards and to counter her, I step forward until she is pressed against the tiled wall. She fumbles slightly and I reach my arms out to steady her—a reaction I don’t realize I make—until she falls against my chest. My arms automatically wrap around her waist as she rests her head against me and my hands run across the smooth expanse of her back.
Alarm bells sound through my head. Screaming at me to push her and walk the fuck away. I’m almost tempted.Almost.But the feel of her skin against mine, the feel of her heart beating against me is just what I need right now. So I ignore my instinct of self-preservation and continue to hold her. To live in this moment for the time being.
I grip her waist and haul her into my arms. She impulsively wraps her legs around my waist and lays her hands on my shoulders. She smashes her lips to mine, her tongue probing against my lips in a desperate attempt to gain entry. I oblige and open my mouth, tangling my tongue with hers. She sucks on my tongue and bites down hard before sucking again. The metallic taste of copper fills my mouth from the sting of her bite. She moans and shudders against me and I feel my cock beginning to harden again.
This crazy little bitch makes me constantly desperate for more. Her little surprises and hot and cold attitude fucks me up, but makes my dick hard. If her pussy wasn’t so goddamn good, I would’ve taken her back to her junkie parents the same fucking night I brought her here because of the shit she pulled. But even then, when she was virtually a fucking stranger, something about her drew me in.
She begins rocking her hips against me as she runs her fingers through my hair. Our naked flesh rubs together in delicious ways. I reach my hand between us and grasp my cock in my hand. I rub it between her pussy lips before shoving myself inside of her. She screams and throws her head back as I shove her back against the shower wall. I wrap my hand around her throat and latch my teeth to the skin of her neck. Biting down as hard as I can, I rut into her ruthlessly.
Her screams echo throughout the shower, but I don’t slow down. Her nails claw into the skin of my back, leaving a bloody, mutilated mess behind, but I don’t slow down. Her pussy clamps around my cock and I feel the need to come tingling down my spine, but I don’t slow down. This is a fast, hard fuck. One we both need. Moving my hand from her throat, I reach between us and rub her clit vigorously until she screams out in ecstasy. I follow right behind her and grunt as I sink my teeth into her skin. Her blood trickles out and I lap it up as I slow my breathing.
I pull out of her and set her feet on the floor of the shower below us. She drops her arms from around me and bends her head to the ground to stare at the floor.
“Look at my baby doll acting all submissive already. I’m diggin’ it, baby.” I compliment her. She quirks her lip but remains unmoving. I step away from her to wash myself off before stepping out of the shower. I dry off and move to the bedroom to grab my clothes. Once I have them on, I head downstairs, leaving her to shower alone and gather her thoughts.
17
Essa
Two months.It’s been two fucking months since Vincent forced me to move in with him and honestly? I’ve had it worse. Ever since I decided to give up and submit to him, things haven’t been too bad. I mean, he’s still a complete fucking asshole who continues to treat me like shit, but he also makes it good for me, so at least I have something to look forward to. We seem to have a routine down. Basically, he tells me to do something and if I do it without an attitude, I get rewarded in orgasms.
Though every time he leaves the house, he still locks me in my bedroom until he returns. Not that I blame him I guess, but it still fucking sucks. So here I lie, blaring “Chop Suey!” by System of A Down through my earbuds, waiting for him to return home so I can be let out and make him his dinner.
Yep, that’s another thing I do for him now is fucking cook his meals. But I don’t mind it too much because I also get to eat whatever I make. Vincent is one of those rich people who always has tons of food in his fridge so the possibilities are endless.
Right as I turn my music off, I hear the familiar crunch of gravel as his car pulls through the driveway before slowing to a stop. Speak of the devil and he shall appear. I stay where I am. I know he’ll let me out as soon as he walks in the door and sure enough he does. The front door slams and he comes thundering up the stairs. The keys jingle as he shoves them in the lock then my door creaks open. He stands in the doorway, leaning against the door frame.
“How was your day, baby doll?” I wrap the cord of my earbuds around my iPod as I answer him.
“It was as good as it could’ve been, I guess.”
“You guess?”
“Yeah.” I deadpan as I shift across my bed, bringing my ass to the edge to sit with my legs dangling over.
“Care to elaborate?” he deadpans right back.
“No, it’s okay.” I chirp. “I don’t want to get in trouble.” Vincent strides over to where I’m sitting on the edge of the bed and kneels in front of me, between my legs. Seeing him nestled between my legs has uncomfortable feelings swirling in the pit of my stomach. I instinctively push my thighs together in an attempt to dull the ache which has now settled between them, but of course with Vincent’s body taking up residence between my legs, he feels them squeeze together, making him smirk—a knowing look in his eyes.
“Baby doll. Fucking spit it out. You’ve never been one to bite your tongue.” He laughs out, but speaks the truth. I sigh and slightly shake my head, not wanting his punishments. It’s been two fucking months since I’ve taken any sort of blade to my skin. But that doesn’t mean I haven’tbeencut.
Vincent kept true to his word and whenever I felt the overwhelming urge, I told him and he would do it for me without question. Sometimes he would be happy to, and others he seemed upset by it, but either way he obliged.
Scars now cover a massive expanse of my body. Many of them from the night he cut me open, mutilating my skin because he lost himself. He lost control and now my body proves it. Not that I care, because I truly don’t. What’s another scar? I was already covered in them from not only myself, but from Ben’s abuse as well. Except now when I look at these scars, they don’t bring instant self-loathing and self-hatred to the forefront of my mind. As fucked up as it sounds, they kind of turn me on. And I know they sure as fuck turn Vincent on.
“Okay, fine. I’m just tired of being locked up every time you leave. I’ve been here with you for over two months now and I haven’t disobeyed you in almost as long. I guess I don’t understand why you’re still locking me in my room.” I hurl the words from my mouth before I lose the courage to say them.
