The Storm

Part 20

Ayla turned the shower off and discreetly peeked out of the shower curtain to see if she was really alone. She sighed in relief when she seen that she was indeed alone. She stepped out and as promised there was a towel and clothes where Jack had said. She took the towel and dried off before inspecting the clothes on the counter. She picked up a powder pink crop top and some black high waist shorts. She ran her fingers over the material. These were hers. Jack had been in her house. Her mind immediately jumped to Riley. Her chest tightened as her mind raced. Was she safe? Ayla shook the thoughts out of her head as much as she could, and got dressed. Once again Jack did not give her any undergarments. She felt exposed and uncomfortable. Not to mention cold. It was now winter and Jack put her in shorts and a crop top. Jerk. She wiped her hand across the mirror so that she could put her hair up. Her combed through it with her fingers and tried her best to put it in a high bun on top of her head. She pushed her babydoll bangs down over her forehead. Jacks rule floated through her head. Look nice. She sucked in a nervous breath before calling out.

"J-Jack...I am finished...." She called timidly. She stood in the bathroom waiting for him. She twisted her fingers together nervously. She listened to his footsteps as he entered the room.

"Good girl." He smiled upon seeing her dressed and waiting for him. "Come on." He turned and left the bathroom with Ayla following behind him. As Ayla suspected he was taking her back to her room. She neared the bed as Jack picked her chain up off the floor. He hooked it back onto her collar, pausing with his hand wrapped around the thick chain. He pulled it yanking Ayla's face forward, crashing their lips together. Ayla let out a loud whimper and raised her hands to push him away. His rule about no touching quickly raced through her mind, stopping her. She clenched her hands into fists as she felt Jack's tongue slide along her lips. She clamped her lips shut refusing to let him in. Jack let out an annoyed grunt as he pulled away. He pushed her forcefully, resulting in her being flung back and onto the bed. He smirked at Ayla's stunned expression as he climbed onto the bed, hovering over her. Ayla tried to shirk away from him but to no avail. She looked up at him with her wide eyes. She knew there was no escaping it this time. Jack leaned down, claiming her lips once more. He wasted no time licking her bottom lip trying to get her to open for him. She still refused him entry. He steadied himself on one arm as he brought his other one down. He glided his hand up her stomach slowly earning a groan of protest from Ayla. The further up his hand got the more she started to squirm under him. His hand finally slid under her shirt, sliding up and cupping her breast in his hand. Ayla gasped allowing Jack to seize her mouth. He explored her mouth hungrily as his hand gripped her breast, squeezing it softly. Ayla whimpered as she tried to squirm out of his grip. He let his arm down, lowering himself on top of Ayla more to stop her squirms. He pulled back from her and looked down at her. Her face was red. Embarrassment written clearly across her features. Or was it anger? Either way he didn't care.

"Stop." He commanded. Instantly Ayla stilled. "Easy or hard way..."

Ayla stared up at him. Her face fell before she glared at him turning her head from him.

"Hard way huh?" He whispered nuzzling his nose into her neck. His hand reaching up he grabbed her bun, clenching it in his hand unmercifully. Ayla cried out in pain as she reached her hands up, grabbing at his. "Uh-huh...Rules." He hissed as his teeth grazed over her collar bone. "You've just broke two of them... Do you really want to keep going?" Ayla pulled her hands away and hissed in pain as he gripped her bun harder in his hand and pulled her head to the side. He kissed and licked over her neck. Every now and then he would nip at her skin making her whimper in fear. His hand reached down and pulled at the button on her shorts. Panic bubbled its way up through Ayla's chest. She screamed and bucked her hips, trying desperately to stop him. Jack's hand clamped down around the hem of her shorts and he pushed her hips down as the button betrayed her, coming undone. Jack smirked against her skin. Just then pounding sounded from the front door causing them both to flinch. Jack stilled for a moment before continuing his torment. He slowly pulled her zipper down. More pounding on the door. Jack brought his lips to Ayla's, kissing her roughly.

"Jack. I know you're in there. Open the fucking door. I'll get in there...even if I have to break a window."

Ayla's eyes widened. She knew that voice. Jeff. Jack let out an angry growl as he stopped and sat up, pulling Ayla with him. He bent over picking Ayla's chain up off the floor. He yanked it hard pulling it from the floor like it was easy. Ayla flinched at his aggressiveness. He wrapped the chain around his hand and pulled her out of the room behind him. He pointed at his couch. "Sit." he commanded. Ayla scrambled to get over to where he pointed at. She sat on the floor, remembering his rule about sitting at his feet. She watched as Jack opened the door.

"What the fuck do you want?" He seethed. Jeff pushed the door open as he waltz into the house.

"That's no way to talk to a frie-" He stopped as his eyes caught Ayla. She quickly looked away from him. "What the fuck is the Pikabitch doing here?" He asked plainly not bothering to look at Jack.

He made his way over to the couch sitting in a chair across from Ayla.

"Doesn't matter." Jack mumbled as he followed Jeff into the living room. Jack sat down on the couch next to where Ayla was seated on the floor. Jack looked down at her and then to her chain. Ayla quickly picked it up and handed it to him. She was afraid of him right now. He was so angry. She didn't want to push him. Jack smirked as Jeff watched fascinated.

"What is this?" He howled with laughter. "You made your dinner, your pet?"

Jack growled lowly. "Just mind your own fucking business." Jack paused for a moment. "Actually. I might need your help...She isn't cooperating as much as I want her to... Do you think you cou-"

"YES! GOD YES!" Jeff stood smiling at Ayla.

She felt like she was about to vomit.