"I don't think I can ever let you go back to him."
Davis' words hurt. I didn't want to go back to Chris. If only life was fair. I rested my head on his shoulder, shaking it with a sigh. I don't know how to get away from Chris without hurting Lucas and Liv.
"Stay with me, Lisa. I'll keep you safe," he promised with a determined look on his face.
"It's not me I'm worried about. Do you really want to put Liv in danger? Make her life more complicated?"
I knew he would understand if I reminded him of what was at stake. Liv was important to him, much in the same way Lucas was important to me. His eyes clouded as his head dropped slightly.
"Of course, I don't, but I also don't want you around that asshole," he said with a sigh.
"Trust me, I don't want to be around him either."
We sat in silence for a while, letting reality slowly depress us both. He was still inside me, but had grown soft. He laid me back before he pulled out of me and helped clean me off. His hot lips kissed my wound again, trailing tender kisses up to my mouth before he kissed me sweetly.
I could feel the desperation he felt. I was feeling it too. He handed me some boxers, and I took them with a laugh. It didn't go unnoticed that he kept my thong, not discarding it in the waste bin.
"It's time to train, Lisa. If I have to send you back to that asshole, then you're going to know how to defend yourself."
I got dressed in Izzy's clothes that Davis had lent me. I wondered what she was like. My mind wondered where her mother was and if I'd ever meet her. What would she think of Davis dating someone so young?
"I'm ready." I nodded with determination in my voice.
I was ready to beat Chris' ass next time he tried to hurt me.
9: See You There
Chris' P.O.V.
"Do you like it when I fuck you like this?" I asked Layla as she stood on her hands and knees before me.
My hips slammed into her ass, making it jiggle the way I loved.
"Yes, master. I love it! Fuck me harder!" She screamed out.
I pushed deeper into her, pulling on that bun she loved to keep up high on her head. She knows I love to pull on it when I take her from behind like this. Layla knew how I liked it, and she didn't care if I pleasured her or not. She was only interested in taking care of me and my needs. She was my little sex slave, after all. Lisa probably won't let me fuck her again for a while, so for now Layla would have to do.
I slapped Layla's ass hard, seeing it turn red. I loved the sound of her skin being hit. The feel of her plump ass on my hand made me grip it tightly. Layla squealed in pain, turning me on further. I thrust deep into her, not caring about anything but finding my release. I tore into her pussy because it was mine and no one else's.
She knew it. She knew she was mine to do what I pleased with, and eventually, Lisa would understand this too. I just had to break her the same way I broke Layla. Even if I had to do it by force. She would learn. She had to.
"Harder,harder!" She screamed.
I pulled on her hair so hard her head bent back further than should be natural. I thrust harder into her, faster and faster until she was yelling so loud I was sure she could be heard from outside. My dick pulsed as I shot my load all over her ass, rubbing it in with the tip.
"Good girl, Layla. Now don't wash it off. Wear my cum like the filthy girl you are."
"Yes, master," she moaned as she continued to play with herself. "Can I cum?" she asked.
"Yes. You've been good today. You may pleasure yourself until you find your release."
I watched her as she played with her clit until she orgasmed hard. Her cheeks flushed when she realized I was staring at her. She stood up, getting dressed quickly and leaving my room silently. She went right back to work like the good little bitch she was.
Lisa hadn't messaged me since she left me this afternoon, and it was irritating me to no end. I fucking apologized, and she said nothing. She didn't forgive me or comfort me. Lisa seems to be a very stubborn woman. I would have to fix that mouth of hers before anything else. I would shove my dick in her mouth anytime she said something she shouldn't. Maybe I would strap her to the bed and make her watch as I pleasure Layla instead.
I need to be careful not to hurt her stomach again. She had to bear me a child and as such, I needed to be sure she was able to do so. For appearance’s sake, I couldn't slap her face again either. That left me with just her back and sexual punishments. Lisa didn’t know it yet, but by the end of the year she would be begging to please me. She would learn her place as my wife. She better be ready.
Chris:What are you up to?
