His to Save

Chapter 2: My Hell

Allison

Drake sits behind his big desk, his cell phone to his ear, as he moves his mouse around on his pad with his other hand. His focus is entirely on his screen, until he hears the door close behind me. I close my eyes for a moment, not wanting to see the handsome devil. "I have to go, my treat just walked through the door." I hear him say as he stands from his chair. The squeaky noise lets me know the office chair is long forgotten.

I am correct when I feel the heat of his body in front of me. "Let me see those gorgeous green blue globes of your baby girl." My shoulders fold in on themselves with the use of his nickname for me. When his hand touches my skin, his finger and thumb pinching my chin, I do as I'm asked. It's better than the alternative.

He stares deep into my eyes; I swear this monster can see my soul. The dilation of his pupils, and his tongue coming out to lick his lips lets me know he likes the fear he sees held deep within me. "So beautiful. I just want to thrust inside of you and never leave the depths of your body." A lone tear falls from the corner of my eye at his words.

It doesn't phase him in the least. If anything, it only excites him more. He brings his face close to mine and licks away the salty substance. "Hmmm." He moans along the skin of my cheek before he sinks his teeth into me. "That hurts." I shove him as far away as I can manage. The sick fuck loves to dull out pain just as much as he does pleasure.

His once obsidian eyes are now pure black, as he grabs onto my wrists and drags my body into his chest. "It's supposed to baby girl, for there can be no pleasure if you don't endure my pain first." He says the same line he used our first time together. Six, close to seven years ago, when I was at a young age of fourteen.

"I prefer no pain at all." I mumble just below my breath as I look up at him. At the warning look that sweeps into his eyes, I close my mouth, pinching my lips tight. "Now, now you know you love my pain." He purrs against my pursed lips. "Come. Show me just how much you've missed me over the two weeks that I was away." He takes a hold of my hand and drags me behind him to the back of his desk.

He sits down on his chair and pats his lap. Expecting me to sit down on top of him. I look away from him and towards the door, begging for it to open and someone have an urgent matter that he needs to take care of. "Look at me you stupid bitch!" He hollers, causing a ringing in my ears. I cover them, as my face looks back toward him.

My stomach churns with the look he has on his face at this very moment. He looks like he could kill me, and I'm certain if he wasn't so obsessed with my screams and cries, he would. "Fine you want to play it that way. Bend over my desk." He undoes his belt, lifts his butt, and begins taking it out of the loops of his slacks.

A small cry falls from my lips, I do my best to hold it all in, but when I know how bad this will be I can't help myself. I find myself frozen in fear of what's to come. Will he take it easy on me tonight at least? "Do you really want to make me repeat myself?" He raises an eyebrow at me, as he nods his chin towards his desk.

I take some deep breaths, as I slowly make my way to his desk. Once I'm standing in front, I lean against it, onto my hands, spreading my legs and closing my eyes. I just want to be somewhere else, anywhere else right. "Lets get this off." He pulls my stockings down my legs, lifts his hand under my skirt, and tears away my thong.

He rubs my center folds for a moment, moaning against the back of my head. Thoroughly enjoying himself. "I don't know what I love more, you pretty pink pussy or this nice round ass of yours." As he says the last part his hand works its way behind me, and he rubs each cheek. "The things I'm going to do to you tonight." He purrs in my ear, just before I hear his belt work its way through the air and come down onto my left cheek.

I bite my lip, trying to hold in my scream. He comes at me with the belt like a mad man, one swat after another. Not giving me any reprieve at all. By what feels like the tenth swat, I finally scream out loud, tears pouring down my face. I have bitten my lip so hard; I taste the metallic taste of my blood.

"Yes, that's what I like to hear. Scream for me you little whore." I never fully understood how he can call me these names. The only man I have ever been with is him, and I think it'll only ever be him. I'm afraid he would kill anyone else that tries to touch me in such a way. Finally, after what feels like hours, but I'm certain are only minutes I hear the clank of his belt hit the floor.

A moment later, his hand is rubbing my burning cheeks. I want to flinch away from him, but it will only make matters worse for me. So, I stay just as I am, standing here with my ripped underwear on the floor by my feet, my skirt up, and his hands touching my body. "Fuck it! It's been way too long since I've had you." I hear the distinct sound of his zipper being pulled down.

"Drake don't. You know your grandfather will be disappointed if you do this." I bite my lip hoping with everything I am that he will change his mind. I haven't had to sleep with him in over a year. Normally, when he gets hot and bothered, he calls me up here to torture me, and then he has one of the strippers come up.

I have to sit across from him and look into his eyes as he takes her from behind. That's how he has been getting his rocks off for some time now. Unfortunately, he only ever doesn't give a fuck about what his grandfather and father will say when he's been away for a few days to a few weeks. Meaning he doesn't see me at all, and I get a break. The only problem with that is when he gets back this is what I have to look forward to.

I feel his length rub against my folds. He moans out loud, as I feel his lips on my shoulder. He places my black hair over one shoulder, as he kisses me from one side to the other, all while trying to get me wet. It never works, not that he cares in the least. He will still thrust into my body, causing me pain and him the pleasure he craves the most. "I don't give a fuck what he says. He's on his death bed, its only a matter of weeks until I completely get what I want." With those words I cry harder, biting my lip to hide the noise from him. A moment later, he thrusts deep into my body, causing me to scream out.