Diaries: Seasons

11: Obsessed

"Why you so obsessed with me?" -Mariah Carey

Tristian

"Baby, I'm back. Come get your food."
"Fuck you!" I yelled.
"You're still so fiesty. I love it, baby girl. Turns me on. Now come eat. I know you're hungry." He cooed.
"I am fine. Take me home." I demanded, glaring at him.
"This is home. Now eat up. I don't want you passing out during tonight's activities." He smiled.
"Tonight's activities?" I murmured. "What are you planning, Jasper? I want no part in it."
"Oh, that's too bad, Tristian. You kind of don't have a choice in the matter but don't worry, it'll be amazing for the both of us." He chuckled darkly.
"I know you aren't talking about--"
"Sex? Yes, my dear. You are mine, I can do whatever I want with you. We'll be doing more than that but if that's what you're focused on, then yes. That's one of tonight's lovely activities." He purred, looking pleased.
"You're disgusting." I spat.
"No, just eager. Now for the last time, baby, eat. I need you nourished."
"Hell no. You could have poisoned that. I'm not falling for it." I snapped.
"Very well then. I'll set it down right here," he whispered, putting the tray of food right in front of me. "It's there if you want some."

Then he left.

I'm such a liar. I'm so hungry it hurts. I'm sure that he could hear my stomach growling as he mocked me. But I'm sure as hell not putting my mouth on anything made in this house. Damn. What to do.

Well... If I try a little, then I'll know what's in it because if there something I'm it, it should affect me as soon as the food begins to digest. Buuuuut, if I eat it and pass out or something, with the way Jasper defined 'tonight's activities', my virginity is a lost cause.

After what seemed like years, Jasper returns and looks disappointed that I decided not to eat my food like he desired. Oh well. Again, he must he the definition of crazy if he thinks that food is going inside me.

He looks down at me like I'm some kind of dog and gives me a frustrated stare. I stare back defiantly, letting the unspoken war between us go on. He needs to know that I'm not going down without a fight. I have too much to live for. My brother, my mother, even my dad. I have my Aunt Nicole, Uncle August, and A'Brianna. I have the damn dog that I've wanted since I turned 15! I never got him but if I get to live long enough, I'll have him/her to live for as well.

I keep eye contact until I can't anymore. I finally back down and he grabs my arm out of the blue. I gasp and try to yank my arm back but he has me in a vice grip. I whimper and he gives me a sickening smile that makes gross chills crawl up my back for someone so attractive on normal circumstances.

"Look. I don't care if I have to force-feed you. You are going to eat if it kills you." He threatens.
"Why are you so worried about me eating? Most psychos wouldn't give a shit." I point out.
"Most psychos aren't in love, now," he said, dipping the fork into the food then bringing it up to my lips," eat, darling."
"But--"

He takes the opportunity to shove the food into my mouth and he swiftly covered my lips with his hand so nothing could exit. I give a muffled scream in irritation, pinching and scratching fiercely at his arms in hopes of it catching him off guard, but his gargantuan hand stays over my mouth, pushing as he wills me to swallow. I beg myself not to swallow but my throat ignores my pleas and the food goes down my throat unwillingly. After he saw that I swallowed, (A/N - lmao) he takes his hand off of my mouth and pushes me to the ground.

"U-Um, what the hell do you call yourself doing?" I ask shakily, trying to push his ass off of me.
"Oh, you're so beautiful. This should kick in right about now." He mutters mischievously into my ear.
"What are you talking about," I growl, struggling in his heavy grasp.
"The aphrodisiac." He smirks, caressing my face.

It was like a switch was turned on and I had the urge to become... Intimate? I was becoming horny out of my mind and it just worked its way up to everywhere. I could feel it in fingers, my arms, my legs, my stomach. But most of all, I could feel it right in the core of me and it was disgusting.

I hate this man with all of my heart. He stalks me, then kidnaps me, then drugs me so I can have sex with him. He claims to be in love with me. He claims he wants a family. He claims this, he claims that but it's not real. None of it. It's just some delusional idea in his mind that's got him in a vice grip, and unfortunately, for me, won't let go.

He wants me to be his slave. His damn slave! I don't even listen to my brother and he's the closest fucking thing to me! So what in the hell makes him believe that I'm going to just jump at the chance to be his hoe? Whatever it is must be powerful as hell because we both know that without these unnecessary drugs, chains, and threats he wouldn't be getting any luck right now.

"How do you feel, Tristian?" He asked, licking my ear.

Fucking horny.

"I'm fine," I lied as the feeling started getting stronger.
"Really?" He laughed. "Well, I guess is only be right if I do something about that. Right?"

Pleas--

No way.

But I want it....

No, you don't.

Oh shit.

Coming up to the spot just beneath my ear, just his breathing made me want to beg for his lips on my skin. He kissed the sensitive spot gently before kissing down to the base of my neck. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of letting him know he was making me feel good like this so I held my moans in, panting softly in hopes that my body wouldn't betray me.

"My love, you are so quiet. Do I not satisfy you?" Jasper asked, his eyes staring into my soul.
"Nope." I panted.

Tsk, tsk, tsk. I'm quite the liar.

"In fact," I started, "I feel that you should stop now. You know, to save you the embarrassment." I whispered, nodding, feigning understanding.
"Is that so?" He asked.
"Yes," I pleaded weakly.

His large, smooth hands caressed me everywhere, bubbling the overwhelming pleasure to a new level. They found themselves fondling my breasts down to the sensitive surface of my stomach until teasing the ticklish exterior of my bikini line. Sparks of liquid hot desire tore through me as his heavy, sensual touch covered all of me.

"So sexy," he mutters to himself. "Why do you try to run from me?"
"Maybe," I moan, "because you're a psycho."

Slipping his fingers in between my wet folds, he finds my jewel and rubs in a circular motion that chases all shame and common sense away. I feel his dense, uncontrolled breath on my neck as he pleasures me.

"Don't... Please don't stop," I begged shamelessly.
"I don't plan to," he growled. "You want more?"
"More," I copied with a groan.
"Anything for you, my love." He whispered.

Unbuckling his pants with one hand, he pulls them down along with his undergarments and presses himself against me. I whimpered pathetically as he teased me with his length. Writhing against him, he groans and hold my hips in a solid grip, pressing into my eager core.

"You want me?" He asks tauntingly.
"Please."

There's no turning back now.

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