I allowed my hand to vacate its comfortable position on her chest to clutch her strands, wrapping them tightly around my fist. I yanked her head back far enough for her to see the excitement on my face. To lick the tears from her face.
“I want to see you if I can’t hear you.”
My father misunderstood. He pulled the string hanging from the colorful shade of a nightlight, and an audience of creepy shadows crept from the walls as brightness swamped from the corners of the dark room and seeped throughout the expanse.
Jolie’s eyes careened in their sockets. Fear altered her skin tone, her expression, and her heart rate.
She finally knew no one would help. . . no one cared.
Her eyes bulged, fixing on my father, who sat nearby.
A part of me still thought she was going to ask for his help, but she didn’t, knowing that there was no chance he’d actually give it.
“Don’t mind me. Forget I’m here.” My father’s words cemented Jolie’s fears. She realized at this moment, exactly why she’d been bought by him. It wasn’t to benefit her life, to save it. It was to benefit his own, to keep me under control. She realized I was right. “Get things moving, boy. I want to get some shut-eye at some point tonight. I have to beback at the hospital before your mother wakes up.”
Well, she would be waking up then. . . as they say, evil never dies. I sighed at the revelation, my eyes rolling with regret over my knife-wound placement.
“Chop, chop.” He tapped the screen of his overpriced watch.
I felt like telling him to fuck off, because I was tired, too. Tired of being told what the fuck to do. But I held my tongue because I couldn’t wait any damn longer. My dick wanted to feel what my fingers did—strangled by her fucking warmth.Who knew suffocation could feel so damn good?
I slipped my fingers from inside her, and I felt her relax a little. The poor little fool thought it was over.
She didn’t realize the fun was just beginning.
I licked her taste from my digits before I wrapped my hand around my cock, fisting once, twice, moaning into her ear as I touched myself.
“Please. . .” Jolie’s eyes were still on my father, who dismissed her with a wave of his hand, moving his attention back to the phone that was now angled towards us, recording what was about to happen.
She shook her head in disbelief, but her wide eyes weren’t on my father, they were locked on the phone in his hand—probably something he’d told her he didn’t possess during a time she’d previously wanted help.
“Woodrow. . .” she pleaded.
“He can’t hear you right now.”
“Please, you don’t want to do this. Nessie could wake up. She could see.” Jolie had moved her attention to the bed where my sister lay sleeping.
“She could join in,” I lied, just to make Jolie uneasy. I wasn’t into kids, didn’t fucking like them, at all, not in any way.
Her breaths rushed to her mouth, and her need to vomit up the wine she’d drank earlier pulled her head away from my sister’s bunk.
I waited no longer, lining my cock up with her cunt. I slammed inside her, not having a fucking clue what I was doing.
Her pussy lips opened and stretched around me, and she screamed before my hand had a chance to clamp around her mouth.
She tried to stare around me, to the bunk, just as my father did. . . but I didn’t bother looking,I knew the little brat was out for the night.
More tears escaped Jolie’s eyes, her glare back on my father. Each tear still begging for his help, still pleaded to him to act as a father, to see her as a child—a teenager who needed help.
Each plea was ignored.
She whimpered as I pulled out and slammed back inside.
“Shut up, bitch. Serve your purpose. . . your master. Please him.” My father slouched back, making himself comfortable.
She became silent, stripped of her voice by his response to her pain.
I pulled out again, then pushed my cock deeper inside her, forcing her to take all of me. The wet walls of her cunt closed in on me, desperate to get me to vacate. I leaned in closer, her round ass making it hard for me to get as close as I wanted.
