Cause You are Mine

Despite the Resistance

I was sitting on an unfamiliar couch in a living room of a mansion I never knew that existed, harking back those good old days with my brother at the backyard of our two stories house that had a porch full of flower pots in all color. My eyes were fixed at a point on the Iranian carpet full of complexed designs, each knot keeping a different sad story of the weaver. The red rose that I was focused on was faded at the ends of the petals as if the veins that are rooted in the heart of the stem couldn't carry any more life and gave up on the last pieces. Just like my soul which my heart slowly trying to sacrifice to survive its basic routines of living and nothing much, like it has been willing to give up on life and live as a simple root.

How did I end up here? In this room I've never been before?

I surrendered. He looked impatient when he entered my room to find me still sitting on my bed in deep thought. He yelled to pack my things. I obeyed his wishes automatically not that I had this smart plan to escape and was pretending to be in his command. I was totally surrendering maybe because I gave up on my life, or his tone of voice was directive enough and woke up the slave inside me that I never recognized before, or the fact that I could see the bulge just beneath his waistband hinting a gun with a potential of shooting any part of my body.

Whatever.

It didn't matter anymore. Cause I was here. He was standing by the fire place playing with the tong, swinging it like a sword. He had a glass full of amber liquid in his other hand. I guess he was talking to me but I was so lost in the story of that carpet that I was not paying any attention.

He put back the tong and staggered towards the couch and almost fell on it. Was he drunk? He lifted my head by my chin and got closer, I could smell the alcohol.

"Are you drunk?" I murmured.

"Yes doll face but not because of alcohol, purely cause of you." He sighed.

"Why do you do this to me?" I felt encouraged by his soft expression.

"Do what?" He lifted his one eyebrow mockingly asked.

Back to square one.

I sighed and stood up. "Where can I sleep? I am tired" I really was tired. Exhausted by his manhandling and mind games, unsure of what the future hold for me. There were so many questions in my head that I want to throw up at his face but I was too numb to ask them away. How long was I going to stay with him? Till he gets bored with me? Then what will happen? How about my school? I will miss my classes and my chance to keep my scholarship. What about my family when they couldn't hear from me what would they do?

Yes I was tired.

He took me by surprise by rising to his feet and hugged me. My arms on my sides without any emotionI waited for him to finish what he started. He pulled me closer until my body was lined with his, the heat radiating from his every hard muscle to my soft body, sent a sudden jolt of sensation directly to my core. He started kissing my neck feverishly sucking my soft spot just below my earlobe causing me to moan. I unwittingly raised my arms and hold onto his neck and inhaled his toxic smell, citrus and spice mixed with his manly skin odor. I could get used to it if he kept on consuming me at this rate.

He lift his head a little to meet my lips and kissed them for the second time today but this time with more haste and possessiveness. He bit my lower lip which caused me to gasp allowing his tongue to invade my mouth. I could taste the whiskey on his tongue. My whole body swimming in haze ignited with desire to fulfill my needs that I was never aware of.

He pulled away slowly and put his attention back to my neck savoring by licking sucking. I parted my legs instinctively in order to satisfy my need burning me and my core between my thighs causing all my panties wet and sticky and grind on his hard on. He growled vibrating me and pressed himself more. I want this thick hard thing inside me I craved for it.