The Strange Good Girl

Chapter Thirteen: Holding Back

Jason wasn't quite sure what to do, all he knew was he wanted the girl to finish whatever it was she had started. One of his hands ran down the un-bandaged side of her face, she sucked in a breath and closed her eye. She pressed her body against his putting pressure on his erect cock. Yes he liked that, and became more excited gripping the girls shoulder hard. He felt her hand push on his chest. "Whoa, calm down, or else you're going to crush me." She breathed and he released his grip on her shoulder.

The girl ran her small hands down his chest and she tucked her fingers into the top of his pants then ran them under his shirt and slowly up his chest and back down again. He could hear the beat of his own heart pulsing in his ears. He feared Mother would yell at him any moment to kill the girl for what she was going to do to him. It felt good, and she wasn't a bad girl, so what could Mother object to?

Lisa was trying her best to stay focused on what she was doing ignoring her own urges the best she could. She rubbed her hands up and down his chest a few more times warming her icy fingers and feeling the interesting texture his scars gave his skin. There was no way she would actually have sex with him, at least not tonight. She knew that easing him into this was still the safest plan. Start out with the basics.

She wanted to kiss him more than anything, but she knew he wouldn't take his mask off. She tucked her fingers into his pants again and he slammed her hard against the wall. "Fuck! Jason I don't need to add a concussion to my list of injuries. Be patient!"

He looked down at her. He knew he was hurting her but didn't care he was sick of her teasing. She pushed on his chest and he obeyed hoping she'd give him what he wanted. He wasn't entirely sure what it was he wanted, but knew the girl would give it to him. In a quick motion she unzipped his pants and pulled out his fully erect cock. She wrapped her hand around it one finger at a time. Each finger sent a new wave of stimulation through his entire body. It was a hundred times better than when he brushed up against her.

She slowly worked her hand up and down its length. He gripped her hard by both her shoulders urging her to continue. She felt the size if it in her hands and looked down at it with her one eye. It was bigger than what she was used to, but she had only been with only two other guys and they were both rather small, so technically he was relatively normal sized. His grip tightened more on her and she loosened her grip on him using just her fingertips to stroke the silky flesh of his swollen shaft. She didn't want him to cum so soon, let him enjoy it for a little longer, or at least until he started to crush her again.

It was hard to keep himself from slamming her into the wall again. He wanted her to give him his release from the pressure building up inside of him. But she kept slowing her movements. His breathing became labored with anticipation. He wished she'd go faster.

He released one of his hands from her shoulder and ran his large fingers up the back of her neck and traced the outer part of her ear. It did what he hoped it would, she sucked in a long breath and her grip tightened around him. His hand returned to her shoulder. He looked down and mused at the sight of her hand moving faster and faster on his hardened cock.

The pressure inside him was rising and he felt ready to explode. As he slammed the girl into the wall as he came spilling his seed onto the floor between the two of them. There was no way to describe the way it felt. If he could he would've screamed out in pleasure, but all he could let out was grunt from the back of his throat. His hips twitched and convulsed and his hands released the girl to hold himself upright against the wall.

He was surprised Mother hadn't objected to what he was doing or demand that he kill the girl for engaging it. But it felt good, better than good, and he was a good boy, and she was a good girl. And now she really was his good girl. He looked down at her, she was taking in deep breaths as she zipped his pants back up. He could see the want in her eye. What was he supposed to do now?

Lisa put her hands on the cool wood behind her to keep from falling. She couldn't focus anymore with the ringing in her ears. She could feel the warm blood trickle down the palm of one of her hands. She had dug her nails into her own palm when he was touching her neck. Looking up at him she feared he'd touch her again and send her over the edge. She hadn't planned on getting as far as she did, and it was taking a toll on her self-control.

She took in a deep breath and closed her eye. Her shoulders ached from being in his vice of a grip and the heat from his body and her burning lust were starting to consume her. She hastily took her jacket off to cool herself down. As she ducked under his arm to make it to the door he grabbed her by the arm.

"Jason..." The girl breathed. "I just need to go outside for a few minutes." He released her and followed her out into the rain. She looked up into the sky letting the rain soak her bandages and the rest of her clothes. Closing her eye she whispered something he couldn't hear. After a few moments she turned to him.

"So what do we do with their bodies? It's too wet out to burn them." What did that matter? He'd take care of them later when she was asleep. All he wanted was to know why she was acting so strange, acting as if what just happened in the cabin was nothing to her. It meant something to him, what he wasn't quite sure, but it had to mean something to the girl. She stared at him for a moment. "Well?" she shrugged at him.

There had to be something that she was hiding from him. He was getting angry. It was obvious she was holding something back from him. He swiftly grabbed the girl by the throat and pinned her to the side of the Cabin. He made sure to not choke her, but kept enough pressure on her neck to hold her in place.

"What more do you want from me? Haven't you tortured me enough for one night?" He tilted his head to one side in confusion. "You don't even know what I'm talking about do you?" She sounded annoyed. He shook his head. "Well when you figure it out, let me know! Now let me go!" He didn't release his grip. He wanted to know. He stared at her waiting for her to tell him. Instead of giving him an answer she gave him a knee in the groin. He instantly released her and stepped back dropping to his knees.

He didn't necessarily deserve it that time, and she felt a little bad for doing it, but she couldn't take anymore of his toying with her. She retrieved her jacket and axe from the cabin and turned on her flashlight as she disappeared into the trees.

Jason watched after her until the light from her flashlight disappeared into the darkness. Luckily she didn't kick him nearly as hard as the first time. He waited a few moments for the pain to subside.

Itbothered him that she wouldn't tell him. Was it something she was afraid totell him? As he dragged the bodies into a pit hidden in the floor of one of thecabins with the bodies of the men from earlier he pondered what it was shewanted him to figure out.