Intentions | Jason McCann |

Chapter 22 - Pleasure in to Pain

| Savanna |

Jason walked up the driveway and to the entrance, pulling me along with him. The guard greeted us before unlocking the door for us, I followed Jason close behind as we entered his dimly lit home.

"Walk." He said, sternly as he stepped to the side.

I briefly looked at him, fear clear in my voice as he watched me walk past him. I assumed he wanted me to go up the stairs and I did, I felt his eyes burning holes in my back which only made me feel more nervous because I felt so intimidated every time he looked at me. We had this sexual tension that almost was too much for me to handle whenever he looked my body up and down.

I reached the top of the stairs before turning to look at him, unsure with what I was supposed to do.

"To my room" he muttered, glancing over in the direction of his room before looking at me again. I bit my bottom lip before slowly nodding, walking ahead of him again and to his bedroom. I opened his double doors before walking in, I felt shivers down my spine as I felt his presence close behind, shutting the door behind us ending with the sound of the lock clicking.

"Why am I here?" I spoke up as I slowly turned to look at him.

"You ain't never been punished in your life, that's why you can't follow basic instructions" He spoke, his voice low, I knew this was not good.

"I didn't ask to come to this party" I spoke just above a whisper as he stood in front of me. I tried my hardest to look less nervous and just face him, but it was so hard when he looked so damn attractive.

"But you came anyway, you got yourself in a little ass fuckin dress, and-" he paused, his hand wrapping around my neck, softly however, as he caressed my cheek; I had no idea what he was doing but it was making it so much harder for me to stand straight without falling to the ground.

"You showed up... right?"

I didn't know if I was supposed to answer, if I answered he would get mad, if I didn't answer he would get mad, I could never win with him.

Suddenly, he pushed me back, my body hit the wall harshly as he stood in front of me, wrapping his hand around my neck once again but with a lot more pressure, a lot more roughly.

"How many times I gotta remind you to fuckin cover your body huh? You want bitches to fuck with you? I don't like repeating myself Savanna, you be making it difficult" His voice completely changed from being playful and light to rough and aggressive, anger all over his face as his eyes darkened.

"A-are you su-sure you're still doing this for my dad?" I asked, stuttering out. I don't know where I had found this sudden bravery to ask him such a question but it seemed to have worked because he didn't tighten his grip anymore than it already was.

"Why else you think I'm punishing you, eh?" He muttered. His lips were inches away from me, as toxic as it was, as wrong as it was, I craved the feeling of his lips on mine so badly, it was like a drug. It was wrong but I wanted it so bad.

I wanted him so bad.

He looked down at my lips, his brushed against mine and instantly pressed against mine. I felt him bite down on to my bottom lip as he gripped on to my neck harder, pushing me against the wall and keeping me in place. I couldn't help but let out a light moan at his actions, he knew exactly what I liked and he knew how to give it to me. He also loved overpowering me, and this was the best state to overpower me in.

He pulled away, the look of anger on his face didn't leave as his eyes grew darker, possibly with lust. He looked down at my body, licking his lips, "Since you like showing ass so much, take of your clothes." He said, sternly. I hesitated at first mainly because I didn't know what he wanted to do with me. He always surprised me but at this point I wanted him bad enough to do anything he said.