Chapter 3: A Label
I heard my room door slowly open. A little light from the hallway shined in. I slowly opened my eyes. A blurry figure appeared and shut the door. All I was seeing at this point was darkness. My breathing hitched. I suddenly felt a hand on my mouth stopping my approaching screams and felt the cold hit my legs as my covers were ripped off of me. He was on top of me and I tried to scream. Scream for my mother. But even if she did hear me, she was so wrapped up in letting my step dad and his son do whatever they want, she wouldn’t care. My door creaked open again and my stepdad was standing in the doorway looking at the scene. Light poured in the room and I saw the person on top of me was my step brother, Jesse. I tried to push him off but he pinned my hands down. I looked at my step dad trying to ask him for help but he just closed the door and I cried out his name loudly.
Jesse’s hands caressed my body and I then felt something hot and thick on my thigh. I knew what it was. “Mom!” I cried.
“Shh.” Jesse whispered and forced his tongue in my mouth. He moved my shorts down my legs and I cried for my mom again. I felt him slipping my panties down my legs next and I instantly became scared and continued fighting him. “Stop!” I yelled. I felt his hand come in contact with my cheek and it left a stinging feeling and I cried harder.
He lifted my shirt up next and his hand caressed my breasts. He forced his lips back on mine again and something quickly entered me and made me scream out in pain. I felt something painfully rip inside of me. Jesse placed his hand over my mouth to muffle my screams. And I felt more pain as he started thrusting in and out of me. “No! No! Stop it! Get off of me!” I cried trying to push him off. He grabbed my throat and squeezed while his thrusts got harder. I felt like dying. I wanted to die. I wanted him to kill me right now. “Yeah, you like that baby?” He moaned.
“Kill me.” I whispered. He either didn’t hear it or he didn’t care. His lips went back down to mine and this time, I let him. I stopped fighting him. I just laid there thinking…………this is who I am. I’m a slut for letting this happen. I’m nothing.
I woke up panting hard. My forehead was sweaty. I couldn’t believe I had this dream. Nightmare. I never wanted to relive it. But yet I just had a nightmare about every last detail. I felt something wet. I felt around on my bed. I was sitting in a huge wet spot. Really? Really? I can’t fucking believe this. It was that bad that it made me pee on myself. I looked over at the clock. It was almost five in the morning. I got up and out of my bed. I took off my panties and shirt I had on and took my sheets and comforter off my bed. Placed them in the washer. Then I scrubbed and flipped my mattress and got more sheets. I took a quick shower and laid back down in my bed. The dream was still pierced in my mind and even though at fifth teen, I didn’t want it, I wanted it now. A damn shame.
I reached over and grabbed my phone. I got the number of that Aaron guy that I slept with the other day. I dialed his number and listened to it ring. It rang four times before someone picked up
“Who the hell is this?” He asked angrily. I smiled. “I don’t know.” I responded. There was a short pause.
“Angie?” He asked.
“We only met once, how can you tell my voice?” I asked.
“Well I couldn’t get it out of my head for the last two days so it’s still fresh in my mind.”
“Oh. I need a favor.” I said.
“And what’s that?” He asked. His voice became slightly seductive and it did turn me on.
“What other favor would a sex addict need?” I asked. I heard Aaron chuckle.
“Oh. That kind of favor.” He laughed again.
“Then again, it’s almost five. Maybe we could wait until day time?”
“No, actually, I think I need a release also. This is the first night in years where I’m in my bed alone.”
“No prostitutes or strippers?”
“Not tonight.” He answered. I bit my lip.
“Tell me where you live and I’ll be there ASAP.”
“I think it’s a shame that you’re willing to get up five in the morning just to fuck someone.”
“You know you’d do the same.”
“True.” I said admittedly.
“So where do you live?” He asked. I heard some water running on the other line.
“182 Canal drive. The white and brown house.”
“Alright, I’ll be there soon.”
“Okay. Hurry because, I really need to be..”
“I know you do. I’m coming. Give me ten minutes.”
“Okay.” I said and then hung up.
I just waited. While waiting, I used my index finger to rub my clit back and forth. I was already wet from just hearing Aaron’s voice. When I was close to an orgasm, it took everything inside of me to stop myself from just letting it happen. And it pissed me off that I stopped myself but my anger evaporated when I heard the door. I got up and slipped my robe on. I went to the door and opened it. Aaron was wearing a black jacket with a black shirt and jeans.
“You could have just worn your pajama pants. You didn’t have to get dressed.”
“Well these were the jeans I was wearing earlier so I figured why dirty up some pajama pants?”
“You weren’t wearing any when you went to sleep?”
“I don’t wear anything when I go to sleep.” He said with lust in his eyes. So hot.
“Neither do I.” I said.
“Mmh, do you have on anything under the robe you’re wearing?” He asked looking dead into my eyes.
“I don’t know. Why don’t you see?” I asked. He smiled. I stepped out of the way as he walked in and I closed the door. I leaned against the wall and he turned to me and grabbed onto the strings that tie the robe together and he unknotted them. He pulled them apart and smiled when he saw I was completely naked underneath. He placed a finger inside of me. I moaned and closed my eyes.
“Completely wet. I’m not surprised.” He took his finger out of me and placed it in his mouth. It turned me on and I kissed him hard. He kissed me back just as hard and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me to my bedroom. He gently dropped me onto my bed and began to kiss my neck and then my breasts, down to my stomach, and finally the lips of my pussy. I moaned out. I couldn’t take it anymore. He blew on my clit softly and His tongue repeatedly played around with it. “Aaron….please,” I said breathless. “Please fuck me.” I said.
He smiled deviously. “I’m not done playing with you yet.”
The feeling was becoming overpowering. I closed my eyes and tried to control. “Aaron…..I think….something’s wrong.”
“What are you talking about?” He asked. I gripped onto his jacket and pulled him down to kiss me. I wrapped my legs around him to keep him in place.
He stared down at me and pulled back slightly. What was he doing? I fucking needed him right now. “Be mine.” He whispered. I shook my head. I already told him I don’t do the whole girlfriend thing.
“I can’t.” I whispered. He got off of me and a pain shuddered deep in my pussy. I whimpered and sat up on my elbows.
“I don’t mean be my girlfriend. I want you to be my sex slave.”
I stayed quiet for a second. I didn’t quite understand what he meant. Be his sex slave? Serving him whenever he wanted me to?
“What does that mean exactly? Like the rules and restrictions?” I asked. Aaron smiled and looked slightly shocked by my question. “You’d be my sex slave?” He asked. I bit my lip and thought about it for a second. I’d be getting banged and as long as that happens, I’d want it bad.
“Yes. “ I answered. He studied me for a second. “After this, we’ll talk more about it.” He said as he made me lay back down. He lips trailed to my neck and he suddenly pushed inside of me and I gasped and gripped his hair.
“I’m going to dominate you.” He growled while thrusting in and out of me.
“I’m going to teach you to fucking obey me.” He whispered against my lips. “Yes.” I breathed back feeling like I was about to explode with pleasure.
My nails dug into his back and I could feel myself about to cum already. I tried to hold it off a little longer because this felt beyond amazing and I feel like I was going to faint from the extreme pleasure he was giving me. But I needed to cum and I can tell I am about to orgasm hard.
He grabbed my hands and pinned me to the bed while kissing me hard and thrusting harder. I knew he was about to cum. He bit at my neck while he did one hard thrust and I busted into a million pieces and cried out as I came. He whispered my name in my ear as I felt his cum fill me up. His breaths were fast and hard and mine were the same. I closed my eyes and let out a breath and opened them and looked at Aaron. His head was laying on my chest. I didn’t exactly want him to move. It wasn’t physically uncomfortable. Just emotionally because this tells me that maybe he cares. He could have easily rolled to the side of the bed when he pulled out of me. Maybe I was being stupid. Just let him sleep. My inner voice said. And I did. And soon, I fell asleep also.