Consequences.
I am actually tired of this word. I know he has kept my parents at gunpoint and when he has already reminded me that I cannot go against him, then what is the need to bring consequences into every conversation?
“You heard me, didn’t you?” He insisted, his voice demanding. I knew he was losing his patience.
But I didn’t move from my place. I don’t want to kiss him willingly.
“See, don’t make me repeat things. I don’t like to repeat myself” I could hear the frustration in his voice. “And don’t behave as if you don’t want it. I know in my college days you wanted me as much as I wanted you”
I could feel my ear turning red. He knew the truth, yet he had always chosen to act naive and oblivious.
“Not anymore!” I retaliated, “You have changed completely. You said that you were not the one that I used to admire from afar. The person I liked was a human with a kind heart but you have become a beast” I stated bluntly, not tearing the consequences of my words.
“Then become my beauty” his response was spontaneous.
“I don’t have any intention of a changing you, nor do I want to stay with you. That beast wanted to change himself but you are happy with what you have become now” I told him clearly in a cold tone.
“I was like this from the start. My father always wanted me to be like this. It was just that I was controlling my beast and from the moment I met you, I tried to suppress my darkness because I knew that you would never accept my reality. I wanted to be a normal human being like you. But your brother destroyed all my hard work; he made me the monster in one day that my father couldn’t make in years ” he said everything in a breath.
“If you know that I will not accept you on that bad side, then why are you forcing me to accept you now?” I asked.
“I am not forcing you to accept me. I just want you to accept the fact that you are mine; I want you to surrender to me and understand that you have no one other than me” his words were filled with pure obsession. Although his words no longer shocked me, they still sent shivers down my spine.
“Now come! Don’t waste my time anymore ” he instructed, his hand reaching out for me.
I turned my gaze away but my attention was soon diverted when he dragged me towards himself.
“You have gained a bit of weight” he said as he pulled me by my arm. “Nice, I am impressed” he released a breath as his eyes moved down my body. “My motive for sending you to your parent’s house was successful” he chuckled.
He was now a breath away from me but I better know how to struggle with or fight him. He is going to win in the end and I would only waste my energy. His knuckles softly graze My arm, and his nose inhales my scent from my shoulder. I looked away but his mouth was close to my ear, which allowed me to hear him.
“You know why I was so attracted to you?” He asked but I snapped silent because I knew he was was going to answer anyway ” because your touch, your smell, your smile, your voice, everything about you was so intoxicating” he inhaled once again, his hands moving down my body. “It’s still is!”
I felt his fingers, which were grazing my arm, move to the nape of my neck, his fingers tangling in my hair as he gently tilted my head towards him. His eyes bore into mine with dark intensity.
“Kiss me” this time, he ordered me in a deep, authoritative voice, leaving no room for argument or protest.
Every fiber of my being was screaming at me to move away and slap his face but I knew when all this would lead. I was afraid of what he might do to my parents. I can’t forget the feeling when I thought that I had almost lost my father. I want them to live a long time. I can’t see any of them in pain.
My heart pounded in my chest as he drew my face closer to his, our breaths mingling and noses brushed. My breath caught in my throat as I thought that he would claim my lips but instead, he was waiting for me to take the move with closed eyes.
Curling his fingers in my hair, he pulled them down, giving me a silent warning to follow his order.
I wanted to end this moment as soon as possible so that I could have my private space and breathe freely so reluctantly, I moved my face forward and our lips connected. It was not a kiss of desire but of helplessness and I prayed that he would get satisfaction from this without having a piece of my soul.
I felt his whole body shiver as his hold on my hair tightened when my lips connected to his.
I thought that now that I had done as he said, I started moving my head back but like every other time, he was too fast in reading my thoughts.
His hold on my hair became even tighter, and he pressed my head forward, not allowing me to move away.
Our lips were so tightly pressed that I could feel my lips throbbing, pulsating beneath the force. But he was lost in his own world, unbothered and unaffected by the pain he was inflicting on me, like every other time.
After a few minutes, which felt like an eternity, he pulled back slightly, and our noses were still brushing against each other.
“That wasn’t so difficult, was it?” He rasped against my lips.
I gulped and stayed quiet because I knew that if I moved my lips again, then I would end up kissing him. I wanted to move back to breathe m, but he was holding my skull in place.
Frustration welled up in me but like other times, I was helpless.
“You want to see what you do to me?” He asked.
My eyebrows drew it confusion as I couldn’t get where he was referring to. What do I do to him?
In response, his free hand travelled down my arm until his fingers interlocked with mine. My heart raced as he guided my palm somewhere.
My eyes widened and I gasped when he placed my palm over his manhood.
Though it was covered by his pants, it felt hard and big under my small palm.
As an instinctive reaction, I tried to pull away my palm. I had never touched anyone at such places nor did I want to but I before I could take any action, he grabbed my wrist and forced me to keep my palm in its place. Still, I lifted my fingers, not wanting to touch him there.
“Do you want to feel it?” He asked with mischievousness dancing in his eyes.
My eyes widened in horror and I shook my head vigorously and another gasp escaped my lips as he moved my palm against it.
I don’t want to feel, see, or do anything with it.
“Don’t feel so shy, you are no longer a little girl” he gave me a lopsided smile, which led to a deep dimple emerging on his cheek.
“I… I don’t want anything” I mentally slapped myself for shuttering.
“It doesn’t matter what you want. Because soon you would have to take it” he paused for a second before adding where and when I want” he laughed.
I was still processing his words when, in one swift move, he pushed me back against the headboard and before I could understand what was happening, he sat on his knees just above my thighs and slammed his lips against mine.
Before I could move my head away, his hand came up to hold my face from both sides as he deepened the kiss.
I couldn’t even thrash because I was completely trapped by his beastly body.
With closed eyes, he was practically eating my lips, leaving no room for protest. His move was swift. I could feel the pressure on his lips, the nibble of his teeth, and the taste of his breath mingling with me. It seems like he wanted to claim that he has control over every facet of life and can’t do anything else but listen and follow him.
His palms moved back and locked in my hair as he deepened the kiss and at the same time, he opened his pants and started moving his torso in an attempt to grind against me.
“Stop”
I cried as he left my lips for a second to adjust himself. The only barrier between us was our underwear because my skirt had already been lifted to my waist and he had pulled down his pants.
I was scared to death because, at the moment, it seemed like the kiss from my side had led a beast to possess him and he was not in the mood to stop. I was scared of my dignity because if he didn’t stop there, I was sure he would take it brutally and forcefully.
I couldn’t even handle the passion with which he was kissing me. How would I handle him if he crossed his line?
I am sure I would die.
“At… ” My cries were cut short when his lips open again came over mine.
“You see Nara, resistance is futile” he said as one of his hands moved down to feel my curves, grip my breast, and squeeze my waist.
His breath was heavy as he panted loudly as if he were trying everything in his power to keep himself in control.
“Stay still if you don’t want me to trip off this thin resistance between us and take you right here and now”
His words held such a serious warning that my body practically froze to my place. I wanted to cry, resist, and fight with him but could do nothing because I knew that he had the upper hand and wouldn’t hesitate to do what he said. So at the moment, it seems better to obey his command than to lose everything.
I squeezed my eyes shut when he freed himself from the boxer. I didn’t want to see him. He pressed my thighs together and started moving his manhood in between the small space he created.
I could feel it poking me every time he moved. I don’t want him to do anything to me because I am sure it will hurt like hell.
He didn’t leave my lips even for a second, his hands were all over my body while his hip kept on moving along with the bed.
My heart was pounding so loudly in my chest that I thought it would come out. I was sitting there without moving or doing anything, just praying for all of this to end.
After a few minutes, which felt like an eternity, his movements quickened up and he let out a loud growl that shuddered me. He collapsed on me, his face hidden in the of my neck as he drew a deep breath.
“I can’t wait to have you, Tereso, not at least from now on”
I didn’t move from my place even an inch as he kept on groaning and grunting in the crook of my neck, terrifying me to the core. His words assured me that now he was definitely going to do something that would bring me to my knees and on his feet just the way he wanted.
I was laying there lifeless with him over me , squeezing my body under him not because he ordered me to but because the thing he had just done to me had traumatized me.