Damsel Not

CHAPTER 7

Katie walked into her house with Jake and saw the flicker of untold emotions in his eyes. She didn't know what to make of them. She pressed herself into his body and come up on her tippy toes to kiss him. Jake come down on her lips and kissed her angrily. He kissed her like he was punishing her. He sucked her lower lip and bit it hard Katie yelped and tried to move away but couldn't be free of his grip.

Katie's heart began to race, her body was suddenly thrown over the couch's armrest, her ass in the air and her dress ridden high up her ass to her waist, she was exposed. She looked above her shoulder and saw the anger in Jake's eyes not just anger, jealousy. He was jealous of Kevin. His large arm suddenly grabbed her head and pressed it firmly on the couch while his other hand hurriedly freed Mr. Victor.

Katie began to kick and scream knowing what was coming next, what had come over him.

"Jake, Jake....what...what are you doing,"

She kicked more as she tried to cover her exposed self but her attempts were unfruitful.

"Jake, please stop, you are scaring me,"

She began to sob.

"He said he's your boyfriend. Boyfriend!"

Jake yelled as he kicked Katie’s legs apart, she was fighting so hard he had to hold her down with his entire body. He finally freed his Mr. Victor and immediately thrust into her. Her cries and yells fueled his will.

"Jake...” Thrust. "..No!" Thrust

"You...” Thrust! "…never...' Thrust! "...told..." Thrust! "…him..." Thrust! "...No!" He thrust this time even deeper she felt Mr. Victor hit her cervix painfully.

"Don't tell me no!" He said quietly as he thrust a few more times deeper and they both come, Katie screaming and crying. Jake pulled out of her and left her laying there, Mrs. Victoria dripping with his semen, her body quivering, he couldn't explain it, but forcing her to take him like that, made him hard and desperate. Even thinking about it as he looked at the man staring at him in the bathroom mirror, Mr. Victor hardened again. What was happening to him, he wanted to chain her to the kitchen wall a week ago and now he just forced her into taking Mr. Victor even though she pleaded for him to stop, and he liked it. He was starting to believe his father's words, that he was an out of control bastard. Why did Katie let him in? He asked himself.

Katie slowly rose from the couch and stared at the retreating form of Jake, his shoulders relaxed, even though his head was down. She stood there looking at the closed bathroom door a few more minutes before she quietly spoke to herself.

"Jealousy. That’s what it takes. Jealousy." She said and shook her head. She had tried for weeks to make that monster unleash what he had in him, but he resisted, when she saw Kevin at her gate she just had an impromptu decision. She had to play this meeting to her advantage. But she did not envision jealousy, she thought anger, get the man angry and he'll lose his cool and unleash his monster on you. But instead jealousy did.

Katie made her way upstairs, stripped of her clothes and walked into the shower briefly, she then wore her sexiest red lingerie and went back downstairs. Jake sat on the couch facing the stairs smoking a joint. He looked like he has been thinking really hard. He eyed her as she descended the steps, took in her glorious legs, her generous curve, and her smaller full breasts. She was a woman in every sense, even her locks emphasized her beauty, yet only now did he really see who she really was.

Katie come to a stop in front of him and bent over to take a joint for herself, the wine was already out of her system. Jake watched her, and for the tenth time looked across the sitting area to the kitchen, on the wall, to the hooks, he followed the path to the living room by the door there was a set of hooks there too. He thought back to the bedroom, when he had tied her wrists on the headboard which had several hooks.

Jake found then asked himself whether he had just refused to open his eyes or was she hiding her true self, and was often caught off guard. He raised a glass of whiskey to his mouth and drank the whole thing, as he drew his eyes to look at the woman standing before him, appealing and ready to be taken.

"This is going to sound crazy considering what I just did to you but..." He took one long puff and looked back at her, ”...did you want me to do that to you?" He asked then pinched the bridge of his nose and proceeded. "Every time I'm with you, I've felt like doing things to you, and call me crazy, but is your house covered with hooks?"

Jake let out an exasperated laugh and threw his head back and sighed even louder.

"Yes, my entire house has hooks in many different places," Kate responded quietly. "And yes, I wanted you to do that to Me." this time, her voice was a little quieter.

Jake looked at her wrists and then back to her face.

"Do you want me to suspend you on them, Katie?"

A shudder ran through her whole body, goosebumps rose on her skin and her legs almost gave up on standing. Jake watched her body intently and saw how her eyes darkened.

"Yes,"

"And the leather belts by your headboard are they for your pants?” Jake poured another glass of whiskey and drank the whole of it, then refilled.

"No."

He had to ask, he had to know all of it.

"Do you....do...Katie," he lowered his head and rested his forehead on the back of his hand, still holding the drink. "Do you want....do you want me to whip you, Katie" He raised his head just in time to see her whole body swoon, her lower lip between his teeth biting hard, like she was holding back a mourn, her legs pressed together in nothing but arousal. He couldn't believe it but at the same time, everything finally fell in place.

This is why she couldn't say yes earlier; this is why she never says yes. She was looking for a man who could do all this for her and derive pleasure in it. And she did, only that he was too intent to leaving by society norms and customs to open my eyes and live the life he truly wanted. He was blinded by his little kitten and couldn't see the lioness behind the shadows. The screen in the living room was now playing I'm not Afraid Anymore by Halsey softly. He wanted something so impure.

"Do you know how many times I've looked at those hooks in the kitchen?" She nodded. "Do you know how many times I've imagined you suspend there?" Her eyes grew wide.

"Come here." She took a few steps toward him and Jake grabbed her thighs and pulled her to straddle him.

He placed his glass on top of the table and threw both of their depleting joints to the ashtray.

"I want to bury Mr. Victor so deep inside you right now, I want to f**k you so hard and deny you your release, I want to suspend you on the hooks on your bedroom ceiling and play with your c**t until you are spent, then f**k your p***y until you are well used." Katie let out a moan as her hips moved to rub her opening on the buckle of his undone pants. "I want to know everything there is to pleasuring you, everything Katie, everything."

"Please."

"Please what, Katie. What do you want?" He dug his fingers into her bottom and violently pulled her to sit on Mr. Victor and watched her whimper. His pants were still undone making his boxers the only barrier.

"Play with me, I can't take it anymore."

Jake stood abruptly, taking her with him and took two steps at a time towards the bedroom. On the bottom part of the bed, was a raised island, he never knew the essence, until now. He placed her to kneel on the bed, her entire upper body on the covers. This way her ass was in the air. Perfect position to f**k her deep, and also whip her beautiful light skinned ass.

"Reach under the mattress, you'll find hooks with cuffs attached on all sides."

Katie watched Jake move around the bed, pulling out cuffs from below the Island, two for both legs and two long once from the other side of the bed, perfect for her wrists, leaving her stretched out and her breasts flat on the bed. She was experiencing an adrenaline rush and her entire body was finally releasing all its pent up desires, Succubus had taken over and wanted to play, she wanted to feel the sting of the belt.

She watched Jake take off his t-shirt and walk towards the belts in only his jeans.

God, this man was killing her.

There was nothing Katie found sexier than a man walking around only in a pair of jeans. That alone could charm the pants of her. She took in every move he made, and realized that he was enjoying watching her wait in anticipation.

"Ten for the pleasure and ten for the pain," She offered.

"Ten more for your punishment, for not telling me what you needed sooner," He stated.

"Jake no! I can't do 30 strokes. 20 is my limit. I tried to tell you, I left so many clues lying around."

"I now understand, especially the time you made me choke you, I almost lost it then," he sighed, remembering. "Twenty five."

Katie wasn’t in control, her monster was. And her monster wanted the sting, and she’ll get the sting.

"Okay."