Your Teeth In My Neck

What Happened Before

Sometimes when he hurt her she would be so shocked she barely felt a thing. One second they were arguing about the Prom, she wanted to go as part of a bigger group and he didn't, and the next his hand were around her throat. He held her there and just looked at her, almost as if she were just some science experiment. And then she was on his kitchen floor, violently coughing. Tears flooded her eyes and her hands soothed her neck. "Get up Maggie." Campbell said as he casually walked by her and into the living room, throwing himself down on the couch and flicking on the TV set. As if nothing had ever transpired.

An hour later they were sitting at the dinner table with Sam and his parents. Campbell had one arm casually thrown around her as they listened to his parents talk (mostly for her benefit) and sign to Sam about school. Every now and then his fingers would trace her collarbone. She couldn't tell if it was teasing or threatening. Maybe they were the same thing to him.

    "So Maggie," His mother turned her attention, "This is your first prom, in the first year of high school no less, you must be so excited!"

    "Very!" She nodded enthusiastically, glancing down at the food she had barely touched.

    "Just the benefits of dating a senior kiddo." Campbell smirked, ruffling her hair for affect. His parents beamed, they liked that their son had a nice girl around, one who he seemed completely taken with. It was a relief for them.

    "Are you going to go with some friends? Or are limos too cliche these days?"

    "Actually we decided to go on our own." He answered for her, "I want to take Maggie out to a nice dinner first." He reached over with his fork and stabbed the piece of chicken she was pushing around her plate and brought it up to her lips, "You can't just toy with it all night." He scolded. His parents had gone back to talking about work but Sam was watching the interaction very closely. She smiled tightly and complied, "Good girl." He kissed the side of her head. She noticed his brother wince.

After dinner he drove them to the large secluded field outside of town. "Get in the back." He ordered as he opened his door to do the same. She had been quiet the entire car ride, he hadn't seemed to notice and grabbed greedily for her face as soon as they were settled, pulling her into a long kiss. She responded a little shyly. "Mmm." He pulled away to look at her face, "You know I hate treating you like that." He lightly put his hand around her neck again, without adding any pressure, "Why would I ever want to mar something so fucking beautiful." She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding in when his hand moved away from her neck and instead affectionately rubbed her cheek.

    "I know." She whispered, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to act so bratty." Maggie had learned what to say in moments like these. When to stroke his ego, "I'm just nervous about the Prom, we didn't go last year."

    "You were fourteen last year. As much as I wanted to announce to the whole school I was fucking a middle schooler." She flinched at the language, "Taking her home after her eighth grade math..." He continued with a softer register. Kissing her neck and moving his hand up under her skirt, "Stripping her naked and teaching her how to properly ride my cock, making her come all over it." She blushed and giggled into a moan before reaching for his zipper. He bit her neck and snatched her hand away, "What have I told you about being too needy?" He pushed her down onto the backseat and climbed between her legs, "Hold your hands behind your head or I'll tie them there." She did as she was told and whimpered a little when he started rubbing her over her underwear, "Poor baby, you're already so wet for me." He practically ripped her blouse open, roughly grabbing at her tits. He made quick work of the rest of her clothes and undid his zipper to finally release himself, rubbing the head of his dick between her folds tauntingly, "What do we say?"

    "Pretty pretty please?" She whined. He pushed himself roughly in.

    "That's my good girl." He tipped his head back, "Fuck you're so tight."

The first couple times after she lost her virginity to him he had been gentle. Campbell wasn't small and it had hurt. He had leaned her down into his bed and held her very tenderly as he eased himself inside her slowly. Brushing her lips with his at every movement. After that, it had been different. There was nothing sweet about the way he took her to bed now. Even when he wanted her on top he grabbed her hips and jammed her body down on him so hard it left litters of bruises for weeks. She had adapted. There was no other choice. This was the way he wanted her. This was how she could make him happy. If she made him particularly happy he'd respond in kind, he'd give her anything she wanted, tell her he loved her, take her to dinner and to parties, and hold her hand in the school hallway. Sometimes though, when he was in a bad mood, fucking her was just a release of frustration, regardless of the increase in violence, that's when she felt the most used.

But right then as he pounded into her, one hand holding her wrists above her head, watching her writhe under him, she knew, this time, she had made him very happy, "Thank you daddy." She moaned submissively. That was all it took to send him over the edge.

After the first time, as he held her to his chest, he brought his hand between her legs and and looked at the blood on his fingertips thoughtfully, "I'll pick you up tomorrow after school and drive you to the clinic to get the pill." He stated absently, then showed her his fingers, "You know this means you belong to me now right Maggie?" He kissed the top of her head possessively, "Your body, your everything, it's mine now." How had she not seen what was coming?