Page 74 of Coming Home to You
Again I nod and this time he smiles wickedly.
His hands move to the drawstring of my pajama pants, he makes short work of it and begins to slip the pants and my underwear down my hips.His legs now allowing my arms loose, I begin to struggle again.Still sobbing, my eyes are blurry and my heart is pulsing thick in my chest and pumping through my ears.
Slapping and clawing at his face and arms, Jason just laughs and cracks me across the face with his bare hand.The impact stings and starts to throb as he connects with my already swollen and bruised cheek.
Once my pants are down, he rests his knees on my arms again, rendering me immobile.But I can’t just give in, screaming as loud as I can, until my voice is hoarse and weak.I keep my eyes closed, as I hear the zipper of his pants.This can’t be happening.
He’s going to rape me.
In that second all I can think about is Beck.He was supposed to be the last man I ever had sex with, but now I’m going to die and this fucker is going to have taken that from me.
When I open my eyes, Jason has his penis in his hand, stroking, but it remains flaccid.
The tears cease and any attempts to struggle underneath him subside as I realize he gets off on the fight.If I can remain calm, there’s a possibility he won’t be able to rape me.
When he figures out what I’m doing, he grows angry and grabs my face in his hands.Sliding his body off of mine, he yanks me up by my hair until both of us are kneeling on the bed.
One hand wrapped firmly around his still limp penis, the other gripping the back of my neck, he forces my head down until it’s level with his penis.
“Suck me off,” he yells, and an unwanted whimper leaves my mouth, my body betraying me as I try to keep myself under control.
His penis is bumping against my mouth, but I will not give in.I take his balls in my hand and he groans with pleasure, but a second later, I squeeze as hard as I can and his groan turns to a scream.
I feel his hand tighten in my hair and he pulls firmly until I release him; my scalp burning at the place where it feels like he ripped my hair out.He shoves me back so I’m now flat on the bed again, his penis growing hard as I kick and scream.
“I love it when you fight back,” he spits out as he fists his penis and places himself between my legs.
This isn’t happening.
A sick feeling rises up in my throat and I turn my head to the side and vomit.It runs down my cheek and on to the bed.Jason immediately slaps me across the face and punishes me for the mess I made.
“Get up,” he screams, yanking me from the bed by my arm as I begin to cry all over again.The smell of vomit permeates the air and makes me gag.“Now I have to fuck you on the floor because of what you did.”
He forces me roughly to the ground, his leg sweeping mine out from under me as I crash into the floor, falling hard on my side.
Jason’s still erect penis is sticking out from his body as he mounts me, taking my wrists in his hand and forcing them above my head.
At this point my body is exhausted and defeated.I ache all over, my head throbbing, my face burning, and I’m not sure how much more I can take.
I finally give in, my body going lax as I feel Jason’s penis nudging at me.I close my eyes and pray for it to be over.
He tries several times to insert himself into me, but I’m willing my body to stop him, knowing I can only fight him off for so long before he wins.I can hear him huffing above me, as he grows more frustrated.He rakes his hands through his hair, tugging and letting out a few more mumbled curse words before trying again.
“Fuck!”he screams out as he punches the floor next to me.
I open my eyes, but look past him.I can’t make eye contact with him or he’ll see the fear I know is written all over my face.My body is already shaking uncontrollably and the tears are falling from my eyes without a single sound leaving my mouth.
In the doorway to the bedroom, I swear I see Beck.
But it can’t be.
I’m dreaming.
Yet I still call out his name.
“Beck.”I hear my weak and ragged voice whine as I focus on his eyes.They’re filled with fear and hatred, but more than anything they’re filled with love.So I say his name again, louder this time, and it takes everything in me to get it out.
Jason whips around, his body still on top of me, holding me in place and that’s when I realize it isn’t a dream.
