Own You

Chapter 6

"Please, Jamal. Leave me be. I just want to study in peace."

"It doesn't matter how smart or dumb you are. Your place is here, with me. You will be my whore and slave and tend to my needs. You are no longer your own woman."

"Jamal, I just want to get through the rest of my school year, as normally as possible. I can't maintain normality if I have no peace of mind. I thought you wanted me to make sure I wasn't a distraction to the public or your enemies?"

Jamal stands behind me as I sit at my desk. My hair entwined his right hand, his other hand caresses my cheek. For the last month or so, Jamal has been invading my space every chance he gets. He insists on dropping me off and picking me up from school. When he lets me go to school, that is.

After I found out that my mother and Mason sold me off to Jamal, I stopped speaking to either of them. In fact, Jamal has made it so that we rarely ever see them. He has moved our belongings into the guest house and now we sleep in the same bed. Neither of them can come to the guest house and Jamal doesn't allow my mom to contact me with any form of technology. Jamal rapes me every chance he gets and... I don't know how much longer I can resist the pleasure of it.

As he promised, he has found ways of teasing and torturing me without hurting me. Jamal said he would keep me from orgasming. But now that I'm not a virgin anymore, I hate not having a release. I don't know why he insists on doing this when my mom is practically out of his hair, and he has everything he wants. Maybe hurting me is truly fun for him.

Jamal comes around to my front and takes a seat on the opposite side of my desk.

"No matter what I say, you and your body will always draw unnecessary attention."

"Really, I don't mean to be distracting. I... I just want... you to like me," I say in a low voice, ashamed of my feelings.

Jamal's eyebrow rises in disbelief at my words.

"Like you? What makes you think you're worthy of my affection?"

"I... I... don't know. But since I've met you... all I can think about is how much..." I trail off and cry. "Never mind. Forget it," I say, defeated.

"Mya, I'm not as cold as you think. I pay more attention to you than you realise. Of course, I knew you liked me when we first met."

I stare at him, tears in my eyes and fear in my heart about what he'll say next.

"But obviously, I never liked you. You are nothing to me. Wonderful entertainment, at best."

I lower my head in shame and embarrassment.

"Stand up, Mya, and remove your clothes."

Without question, I stand on my feet and undress. I move as slowly as possible; Jamal likes for me to tease him. When I am completely nude, Jamal stands up and I immediately drop to my knees before him. He beckons me like a dog, and I crawl behind him towards the bed. Jamal sits on the edge, and I sit on my knees.

His hands are quick at removing his cock from his pants. I take him into my mouth, and he moans like he's needed this all day. I suck and lick his cock like it's the only thing that matters. If I displease him with my head, then there will be hell to pay. He expects my best effort every single time.

"Good girl. Keep going, just like that," he says in an almost strained voice.

Jamal places his hands on top of my head and forces it down deeper. I choke, but Jamal doesn't care. He slams his hips into my face like he is fucking my pussy. I try to push his hips away, but he smacks at my hands and face. He warns me to be still and take his cock like the slut I am.