Aftertaste / louis tomlinson

Chapter 2• Helpless

carlys p.o.v.

Michael came into the kitchen as i was making waffles and i flinched as i felt his cold breath on my neck. "Whatcha doing, baby girl?" he wasnt drunk which surprised me. "Making waffles." I replied, flipping one over.

"Thats nice but im hungry for something else." as he said that, the hair on the back of my neck stood straight up. "Um..for what?" i stuttered, obviously scared of what he was going to do. "Come with me." he said as he grabbed my hand, pulling me toward our bedroom.

"No, michael, please. I dont want to." i pleaded with tears in my eyes.

He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. "I'm doing it because i love you."

I found that hard to believe.

He put me down on the bed and hovered over me, his fingers carassing my body with me shivering in fear.

I tried to scream but he put his hand over my mouth. "Hush, princess or youll make it worse for yourself."

I nodded, knowing that disobeying "Daddy" would make it worse for me.

He ripped my clothes off and kissed my breasts, up to my neck, and back down to my breasts. His cold fingers ran through my long dark hair and down to my legs, rubbing them up and down, making me wet.

I tried not to moan, knowing that it would give him pleasure and leave him wanting more.

I was helpless.