by Krissy V
"Why me?" It's the only thing that comes to mind.
"Because you're gorgeous, you're smart, you’re vulnerable, and you're a fighter." He smirks at me before his mouth descends on mine. Tingles run through my spine, I don't hesitate in kissing him back.
He pulls away and I whimper, wanting more. "No, baby girl. Not today. You're too young."
I laugh. "And tomorrow is any different?"
His eyes darken, "Yes, tomorrow you'll be eighteen. There's a big difference."
The creaking of the door opening sends fear and anticipation coursing through me. My nostrils are filled with a soft citrus scent and that fear dissipates a tiny bit. It's John, I've been in his house for three weeks. We spend our nights talking and getting to know one another. We finally went to bed at three this morning, he crawled in bed beside me and held me. At first I was rigid, not knowing what would happen but John spoke to me softly, encouraging me to relax, letting me know that I’m safe with him. It didn’t take long for me to fall asleep in his arms.
Sitting up, I pull the sheets over me. I’m dressed in his t-shirt and a pair of panties. I watch with wide eyes as John walks into the room with a birthday cake in his hand, softly singing ‘Happy Birthday’ to me. Tears sting my eyes; this man is something special, that much I know for sure. I look past the cake to see that he’s just in his boxer shorts. I take this time to soak him in, detailing every single inch of him. His thighs are thick and muscular. And, oh my God, he has a V that runs down the lower part of his stomach, leading to his boxers and his eight-pack is on full display. My mouth dries as I continue to gawk at him. His chest is scattered with thick dark hair, not enough to make it too much, but enough that it looks good on him. When I reach his face, he’s jaw is chiseled and it’s got that five o’clock shadow covering it plus those green eyes of his are heated as he stares at me.
He puts the cake down on the nightstand before placing his hands either side of me pressing into the mattress. His breath is hot against my face as he’s mere inches away from me. “Baby girl.” His voice is so deep with that morning gravelly sound to it that it sends shivers throughout my body. My nipples pebble as he leans even further into me. “I had the best intentions walking into this room.”
I bite back my whimper as his lips graze mine.
“But watching you eye fuck me has changed things.”
My tongue slips out of my mouth, running along my lower lip. His eyes watch the movement. “What are you going to do?” I question breathlessly.
“Baby girl, I’m going to show you what it’s like to make love. I’m going to worship every inch of you. By the time we’re finished, you’ll be spent but you’ll know you’re not broken.”
My body reacts in ways it never has before, my back arches so that we’re touching. I actually want him to do everything he has planned for me and so much more. My hands lift and my fingers tangle in his hair as I press my lips against his. I’m being bold, doing something I had never thought possible but in the space of three weeks this man has changed the way I perceive things. With him I’m not afraid, with him I’m free.
He kisses me back feverishly, we’re all tongues and teeth. I’m clawing at him, pulling his hair, wanting more. No, needing more. He doesn’t hesitate, he gives me everything I want and so much more. He pulls my t-shirt over my head; as soon as it’s off he throws it to the floor and kisses me once again.
He takes off his boxers, I swallow hard when I see his dick, it’s thick and long. God. “John…” I whisper, I don’t know why I’m reacting this way with him but I’m not going to question it.
“I got you, baby girl,” he says softly as his fingers go to my panties. “Do you trust me?”
I nod instantly. “Yes,” I say breathlessly as he tears my panties off my body. I do, I trust him with every fiber of my being.
“Good,” he murmurs, his finger gently caresses my pussy causing me to quiver. “That’s it, baby girl.” He begins to finger fuck me and for the first time in my life, I’m actually enjoying it, I’m letting my inhibitions go. His fingers move in and out of me; he’s a magician making my pleasure rise.
“Give it to me, Reli,” he demands and I do. I detonate. “Fan-fucking-tastic.”
I smile, “I’m not broken.”
He shakes his head. “No you’re not. Do you want to carry on?”
My hands once again tangle in his hair and I pull his lips to mine. My legs wrap around his waist. His dick is at the entrance to my pussy, it won’t take more than a thrust for him to be inside of me.
He chuckles, “I’ll take that as a yes.”
He thrusts inside and I cry out as he fills me. I feel every single inch of him. So much more pleasure than the dildo that Talia used on me. He starts to move slowly, letting me adjust to having him inside of me. It doesn’t take long until I’m moaning, matching his thrusts, needing more. He pounds harder into me and I’m loving it.
“Give it to me.” The demand is one that’s not to be ignored. “I want it all, every single inch of you.” This is just like my dream: this is what I’ve wanted.
My pleasure is rising in ways I’ve never felt before. “Come for me, baby. Come all over my cock, soak me with your juices.”
I’m no longer able to resist, I detonate, doing exactly as he asked. I come long and hard. “Yes, Reli,” he groans as he thrusts into me again. "Fucking amazing," he growls as he comes inside of me, filling me up with his hot cum.
Chapter Seven
"You ready?" John asks.
I nod, a genuine smile on my face, it's been over a month since John took me away from that hell hole that I lived in. Every day he has shown me more compassion than I had ever felt, more love than I believed I deserved, and he's shown me what happiness truly is.
He walks up to me, his arm snaking around my waist. "You have nightmares every night due to this bitch. There's no way she's getting away with what she's done."
My body begins to shake, I don't want to go back to that place.
"Baby girl, do you trust me?"
"Yes." I tell him instantly. I do trust him, he's been my absolute rock. I think I love him but I'm not sure if what I'm feeling is love or gratitude.
"I'm not going to let her hurt you. I'd kill her before she even tries anything." The anger in his voice makes me jump. "Shh, Reli, it's okay." He kisses the top of my head. "It's going to be okay, you'll see." He promises me and if I’ve learned anything in these past few weeks is that he really does keep his promises.
"I know, but I'm still scared."
A smile forms on his lips; he's hiding something, I can tell by the twinkle in his eye. "Of course you are, after everything that woman put you through I'd be surprised if you weren't. But I'm going to be with you every step of the way." His lips softly graze mine, he’s so soft with me when we’re like this, but in bed, he’s everything I need.
"Lance is waiting," he mutters taking my hand.
Lance is his driver and bodyguard. John is a multi-millionaire. I'm not sure how much but I know it's a lot. I haven't asked, nor will I ever will. His money is his and well earned by what I have witnessed. He owns a huge corporation, I'm unsure what it is exactly but it has something to do with security. John was a SEAL and he has a lot of connections, which is what he claims helped his business grow. He didn’t follow his dad’s footsteps, instead he’s forged his own path in life.
John persuaded me to go back to school. He's sending me to a private school, and I'll be starting next week. I was unsure when we first talked about it and took John a lot of time to persuade me. But when he asked me what I'd like to do with my life, I knew instantly that I want to help people who have been through what I have; those that have been abused. I want to help them know that there is a way out and that they're not alone. So I'm starting next week. I'm nervous and excited but I'm determined to finish school, start college, and become a social worker.
He presses the doorbell and I stand behind him, not wanting the first thing Talia se
es to be me. She's here, her car is parked in the driveway. My fear is rising and if it weren't for John, I'd be on the ground sobbing. He reaches his hand behind him and I grab a hold of it, clutching it for dear life. The door opens and I press closer to John's back.
"You!" It's an accusation, "What the hell are you doing here?" Talia's anger makes me flinch, it brings back memories of when she first began hurting me.
The front door slams shut and I look up to see Zella barreling toward me. Her eyes narrowed and her lips pursed, she’s mad. “Anna!” she yells pushing past me toward the stairs.
I’m jolted and the glass I was holding slips out of my hand, smashing to the floor. I stare at the broken pieces on the ground. Damn, that was the last juice.
"Yoreli!" The shrill voice of Talia has me rolling my eyes, what's wrong with her now? Lately, her panties have been in a bunch about something. She's been different, she no longer talks to me as though I'm a human being. Every time she does talk to me it's short and demanding. Mostly to do cleaning for her.
Talia, comes to a halt in the hall, she’s glaring at me. She’s dressed in a robe and a pair of heels. “Clean this mess up.” She shakes her head in disgust, “Then go to bed.”
I frown, “Bed? Talia, it’s not even seven. I’ve not had dinner.”
She takes a step toward me, her look, one of hatred and loathing “I told you to clean it up and go to bed. Are you deaf?”
“No, but it was an accident.”
Her fingers go to my throat, they tighten, squeezing the air out of my lungs as she does. “You are not to have dinner with us ever again. If you want food, then you’ll eat scraps. You are not family: you are my servant. Do you understand?” she says through clenched teeth.
I struggle to breathe as black spots dance in my eyes but I manage to nod, letting her know that I understand.
She releases me, throwing me to the floor as she does. “Good, now clear this up and get out of my sight.”
I scramble onto my knees and begin picking up the pieces of glass. Her foot presses down on my hand and I yelp in pain; the glass pressing against my skin, cutting into it.
“You are my servant, Yoreli, anything I want, you will do. I mean anything…” She lifts her foot and I turn my hand to see the blood seeping from the cuts.
I frown as she grabs me by my hair and pulls me toward the kitchen. Her heels clinking against the floor. Once we’re in the kitchen she slams the door closed and locks it behind her. My mouth dries as I wait for her to explain what’s going on. “Yoreli since your father has died, I have needs that I need satisfied.”
I frown, what the hell is she talking about?
She takes off her robe and throws it to the floor, leaving her standing in only her heels. “Yoreli, you will give me the pleasure that I seek. If you don’t…” She leaves the words hanging in the air as she walks toward the counter and her fingers skim the knife. “You’ll face the consequences.”
I gulp, she can’t be serious.
“On your knees Yoreli.” She instructs and I shake my head, this isn’t happening. I’m not doing this. “Yoreli!” she yells and grabs the knife.
“Please don’t,” I beg but she laughs, “Talia, please.”
“You want to live here, you want to stay under this roof, then you’ll do as I say,” she tells me as she brings the knife past my face and towards my breast.
“Talia.” I’m shaking, she’s not going to hurt me is she?
“On your knees Yoreli,” she demands and I can’t, I’m frozen to the spot.
I scream out as she slices my skin under my breast, blood trickles down my skin and onto the floor. “Please Talia, no!”
“Yoreli, I’ll only say it once more time. On your knees. Now.”
I sink to my knees, tears streaming down my face as she lifts her right leg and rests it against the chair. Her vagina just inches from my mouth.
“Pleasure me Yoreli.” She reaches for my head and brings my lips to her pussy. “Use your tongue.” She instructs, “Fuck me.” She demands her other hand still holds the knife.
I’m scared that if I don’t do as she asks then she’ll hurt me again. I don’t see any way out of this. I flick my tongue out and touch her vagina, I cringe in disgust as she moans loudly.
“More…” She cries as once again I use my tongue to do as she asks.
“I’m here to see you, now let me in.” His voice pulls me from my memories. His hand squeezes mine and pulls me around so that I’m face to face with Talia.
She’s dressed in her smart suit jacket, silky beige blouse, along with a tight pencil skirt. Her feet are bare and her hair is tied up in a knot on top of her head. “Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in.” She snarls at me, rage flashing through her eyes. She’s not changed.
John’s arm goes around my shoulder and he holds me tight against him as we walk into the house. “Where’s the living room, baby girl?”
Having him here with me has made me feel as though I can conquer the world. “This way,” I mutter, tugging his hand and walking towards the living room.
“You’re back?” Zella gasps as John and I enter the room. She’s sitting in her pajama’s eating chips.
“How dare you barge into my house?” Talia yells. I spin around, my back pressed against John’s chest; he holds onto my hips and I’m grateful. Looking at Talia I see that she’s standing in the doorway with her hands on her hips. “You bitch!” she spits at me.
“How about you sit your ass down and shut the fuck up?” His anger is vibrating off him, “I know what you’ve done, so you’re going to sit down and listen to every word I have to say.”
She cocks her hip and glares at him. “And if I don’t?” she questions.
“Then the cops will be here.” She continues to glare at him but walks over to the couch beside Zella.
“What’s going on?” Anna asks walking into the living room, she too is dressed in her pajamas. Seems they’re all having a lazy day.
“This man has barged into our home and is demanding I listen to him.” Talia acts as though she’s the injured party.
“What? Call the cops,” Anna cries.
John laughs, “Oh, please do.”
“Sit down, Anna, let him say whatever it is he’s dying to say. Then he can leave us be and take the trash out with him.”
I place my hand on John’s as his body shakes. He’s pissed but I don’t want him to do anything he’ll regret.
“Ms Maine,” John says through clenched teeth. “I’ve seen the bruises on Yoreli, I’ve seen the scars that you have inflicted on her. Not to mention all the emotional scars that she has due to your abuse.”
“Abuse!” Talia yells, “I gave that good-for-nothing scrounger a roof over her head.”
“Yes, abuse,” John says calmly. “I’ve done some digging on you. You’ve been living this life of luxury when it’s not your life to be living.”
I watch as Talia’s eyes widen before narrowing dangerously. “You, this is all because of you?” She accuses him but I have no idea what she’s talking about. What has John done?
“Of course, you didn’t think that you’d get away with it forever, did you?”
I’m missing something. “What?”
“Reli, your father died leaving Ms Maine with this house, but all his money was left to you and only you. She has been spending your money as though it’s her own. That has now stopped, she no longer has that power.”
“It was money I was owed.” Talia rises to her feet, anger pouring out of her. “I had to have her in my house, with my girls.”
“She had every right to be here, it was in the conditions of you receiving this house. You were to be Yoreli’s guardian.” She rolls her eyes, unimpressed by his words. “I will not get you arrested on the abuse of Yoreli. It would be her word against yours and I would never put her through that; the fear of being branded a liar.”
I suck in a sharp breath, he never said this to me. I wouldn’t ever say
anything to the police, I couldn’t. She’d tell them I enjoyed it, that I wanted it. They’d believe her.
Talia has a triumphant smirk on her face.
I turn in John’s arms and see that he too has a smirk, his clearly says that he’s won this. “But you will however be charged with grand larceny. You also didn’t carry out the full terms of the will. You were to have Yoreli in your care until her eighteenth birthday and you didn’t, so you and your daughters are no longer allowed to live here. You have one hour to remove your shit before I call men in to remove it for you.”
I gasp. “Is this for real?”
He glances down at me, “Yes, baby girl, she hurt you and now I’m going to hurt her.”
“You can’t do this!” Talia yells.
There’s a knock at the door and John squeezes my shoulders. “Reli, please let the officers in?” he asks and I nod.
“What is so special about her?” Talia’s voice follows me out of the living room and into the hall.
“She is fucking amazing, no matter how hard you tried to break her it didn’t work.” He has me on such a pedestal that I’m not sure if I’ll ever live up to it.
I open the door and two officers enter the house, I point toward the living room and they walk toward it. I stay back, not wanting to cause any more trouble. I never expected John to want to get her into trouble. I was happy knowing that I never had to come back here with her.
An hour later, Talia’s still yelling and throwing things in bags, while the girls cry. I walk over to the stairs and sit down. It doesn’t take long for the officers to walk out of the living room with Talia in handcuffs. Zella and Anna have tears streaming down their faces as they follow behind the officers. John strolls over to me with a satisfied look, those green eyes of his filled with happiness. He reaches for me, pulling me into his arms. “Why do you look so glum?”
I shrug. “I never wanted this. All I had hoped was that I could move on and never have to face her again.”