Damsel Not

CHAPTER 13

The buzzer at her gate suddenly went off and she wondered if their entire village had just arrived. Jake took the tablet from the table and unlocked the gate. A few minutes later, Jacob O'Brien strode into her living room like he owned the place and took in everyone seated there, his eyes then landed on Kevin. And a wide grin suddenly split his face.

"Well well, if it isn't my long-lost friend, and his son. How splendiferous. Fancy meeting you in my daughter-in-law’s house. To what do we owe this honor?" he asked as he stretched his legs apart and folded his arms across his chest.

"Mr. O'Brien, I did not realize you'd be here." Kevin’s dad mattered, rather shockingly.

"Oh we are all here, see we were supposed to be having Branch at the sports club but my kids were nowhere to be seen, and then I receive a message that the oh famous Salvador wants to take away my daughter in law, we had to come and see." Jacob was now standing beside us.

The door flew open and James, in tow with his pregnant wife stormed in followed by Jean, Cassie and Beatrice followed suit. Katie looked at Jake, confusion in her eyes, what did his family have to do with this? But it wasn't his family, not all of it though, it was Beatrice.

"I believe you've met my wife, Beatrice," Jacob said.

Salvador suddenly began to sweat. He swallowed hard and looked at Jake intently, like he finally pieced something together. His brows narrowed and realization hit and slowly he rose from the couch, threw a piercing look at Kevin, who quickly rose and followed his father.

"The wedding is called off. I wish you many happy days." They both bowed to the elders and left, taking a larger group of the women in the crowd with them. The elders looked at each other questioningly, but none of them spoke, their work is to officiate weddings, circumcisions and disputes between families and since none of that was happening, they too slowly rose and left.

Her aunt, father and mother stood alone in the middle of the room. Too dumbfounded to speak. He wondered who the man before them was. But he did not ask, he took a glance at his daughter, his face marred with spite and spit on the floor.

"Evil has its claws rooted in you, and you can no longer be saved. You disobey your father's command; hence you are no longer fit to be my child. I denounce you." Her mother gasped and began to cry uncontrollably.

"Oh no Papa', lest I'll die if you don't have me. No way. When was the last time I was your child Papa', have you asked yourself why I never come back home? You have no power over me Papa', I'm glad you've denounced me, because it makes such a huge difference. Oh wait, it doesn't." Her words spewed pure sarcasm and her father almost struck her.

Before the cane hit her, Jake grabbed it and brought it down gently. Not a word come out of his lips. Her father then stormed off with her wailing mother and aunt in tow, and left. The room remained aerie a few more minutes before Cassie broke the spell.

"What in God’s name are you wearing!' Cassie cried.

"Respectful clothes. I realized too late that my father wasn't visiting me, but rather selling me off." Katie let out a sad laugh.

"Come, let's go changed." Jake said.

"I'll make food. Everyone must be starving." Beatrice offered.

"And I'll connect this x-box. You've officially moved in brother, the x-box is everything." Jean laughed.

"We are married actually, if my memory serves me right." Jake smirked and Katie punched him on his biceps. "Ouch! You said it yourself." he said, rubbing his arm.

"I was looking for a solution, if you had told me you had one already I wouldn't have said so much." She complained.

Prisca, James' wife, and all her 8 months of pregnant, snacked herself a whole couch so she could relax her feet. James sat at her feet and began to rub them gently; he loved his wife and would do anything for her.

"So you two really are serious, huh! No child's play here." James came up suddenly.

"Of course they are bro, his Xbox is in her house, and you can't go back from that. You never can." Jean said, shaking his head, and Katie thought she saw sadness in his eyes. "And if you come back, nothing will be the same again." Everyone in the house was now looking at Jean.

Jean knew he had opened a wound he so tried to bandage away, a wound called Lisa, and his entire family was about to rain down on him with questions. He looked into each face and saw the very one question he never wanted to hear, 'What happened?' Well, nothing happened, and that's for sure. But he had to shoot them down fast, because away in the kitchen, his mother was wiping her hands, ready to come to his side. He couldn't have that.

"I've seen it happen to a few friends, damn it sucks to watch." He said and got back to connecting the Xbox.

He had shaken them off, for now, and he knew a time would come, when all his escapades will be discovered, and he'll have to hear his father yell at him to be a man and swallow his childish feelings. Or 'tap on that emotion, and bring me more clients,’ he couldn't do that to himself.

So in the next three months, Katie watched Jean closely, saw how withdrawn he become. With her degree in behavioral psychology, she could easily read people. And Jean, he was hurting, and this wound was recent, but he did not want to look weak, especially to his father. One day, during brunch, Katie approached a spaced out Jean, tapped his shoulders and looked deep in his eyes, and said,

"A cow falls, and yet it has four legs so please, stop crying over spilt milk and fetch you another glass." Then walked away.

Jean looked at her go, and knew her African proverbs were at work again. She knew. She knew he was nursing a broken heart.

Jake tagged her arm and they slowly left. She was sweating in all the clothing and couldn't wait to get rid of them. She quickly undressed and breathed a sigh of relief. Her skin could now breathe, her pores opened and cool air hit her bare body. She felt free. She turned around to find Jake standing behind her, with smoldering eyes. She knew that look.

"I can't believe this words are about to come out of my lips but, we can't your family is out there."

But Jake was beyond a few words, he was already in another world, and he wanted her on her knees, begging him to f**k her more, even if more meant hurting her beautiful skin. He snaked his hand to the back of her head and brought her lips to his. If there is one thing he has grown to love, is the sound of his woman trying to say no, because now he knew her no meant take by force. She never used that word lightly in the bedroom, only when she really needed it, and right now, he knew, she knew, they both needed it.

His kisses began to be more aggressive; he pulled her small curved body into his, like he wanted her to merge to him, and began to move towards the bed. Katie's legs hit the edge and Jake suddenly let her go, causing her to fall backwards limply from the vigorous and passionate kiss. She watched him reach for the side of the bed and heard chains rattle, oh she loved that sound, but his family could be listening in. She began to scoot over to the other side of the bed, running away from him, and that made his Mr. Victor even harder.

"Jake, no! Your family is downstairs."

He grabbed her ankle and secured it quickly before she had any other ideas of running away, Mr. Victor couldn't bare the chase, he'll detonate anytime.

"I know, I also know you like the danger of wanting not to be caught. Let's see if I'm right." He run his fingers along her back down her ass and drilled them forcefully into her opening making her gasp aloud.

"Wet. So very wet my little succubus," A wet pool formed in her s*x instantly, 'Aah! You like that, don't you kitten. You like that I know who you truly are, don't you?" He said, kneeling behind her, one leg secured to the bed, that's all he needed.

"Yes, please." She whispered.

Jake unbuckled his belt and placed it next to her body, so she knew it was there, her body responded in very appealing ways and Jake loved it. Like how her butt was now wiggling in the air, seeking the touch of the leather, how she looked at him, silently begging, with her eyes, to be stroked, how her back arched, offering him her wet lips to f**k. He freed Mr. Victor eventually, took all of his glorious inches and stroked the seams of her lips.

"I'm not motivated enough," She knew what to do.

"I want you deep in me Jake. Please, f**k me, f**k me." She whispered, breathless.

Jake positioned Mr. Victor on her entrance and watched her tight p***y swallow it. It was a sight to behold. She started to wiggle, wanting more force, and oh did he plan to force. He slowly pulled the belt making sure she saw it, her anticipation growing. Katie knew her pain was about to come, a few strokes later, but it was coming, and she waited, and waited, Mr. Victor was now halfway in her, that was torture. She heard the buckle rattle and knew what was coming until she didn't.

The belt was suddenly thrown over her head and she felt it tighten around her neck as she was forcefully yanked up and backwards, driving the rest of Mr. Victor deep inside her. She let out a loud scream as both of her hands went to release the assault on her neck. She struggled to peel off the belt, but her fingers couldn't squeeze between the belt and her neck.

Jake watched her. One hand firmly holding the belt, the other on her hips as he mercilessly pounded into her, she was so wet, enjoying this even, but her fear of living the unexpected still had a hold of her, and that’s what he wants. He watched her straggle to free herself; her lips trying to call to him to let her go, only no words escaped her beautiful lips.

His strokes grew harder, he wanted to go deeper. He pushed her back lower and drove home. Squeaky sounds come from her; her hands were now trying to push him away while the other held the belt, trying to pull it loose. To no avail. Her body began to go limb, her hands growing weak and that's when her body also began to shake violently, she was hanging on a thin thread, her soul was knocking on the gates of heaven, or hell and her body was here, shattering in a deadly orgasm. He watched her body giving up, her hips jerking violently. He felt her walls grip him tighter than before, like it knew it was final for them, like a last breath, milking Mr. Victor, and he shot his seed deep inside her, granting roughly as he found his release, but kept pumping a few more times before releasing the belt.

He heard her desperately draw in air and he began to f**k her again. A few strokes later they both come and fell limb on the bed. Jake's belt still hangs on her neck, her body was shaking uncontrollably, her mind wasn't that awake from having being deprived of oxygen for so long and her limbs were only now coming back to life.

Her fantasies had clearly been misleading, because she found more pleasure in the belt this way than how she found it in her imaginations. Jake's hand began to trace her body, willing her to calm down, to breathe evenly. He traced her stomach lightly, then went up to draw circular motions on her exposed breasts, and pinched her n*****s, causing her to react and slam her hips in his groin.

"I love f*****g your p***y, and because of that love, I can't f**k you again, I'll destroy it." He said, gyrate meeting her butt with every harsh pinch.

"That, what you did to me, it felt really good. I've never imagined being taken that way." She said her voice hoarse. Her throat was acting up; he'd have to fix her a cup of tea.

"Taking you, taking your body, does things to me, to my imagination." He began to kiss her arms tenderly, and Katie turned to look into his eyes.

Her hands held his face and admired the adoration she saw in them. He adored her.

"I want to take you, Katie, f**k you anywhere and everywhere, take your pleasures however they come, to feed the incubus inside me. I want to own you and every release you find to be by me. Am I asking too much?" He traced his finger along her cleavage, to her breasts and pinched again. Her hips jerked between his legs where he gripped them.

"You have to stop doing that." She whined, her voice scratchy.

"Why, I like how your body automatically seeks mine, even in your sleep."

"You pinch my n*****s when I'm asleep." She asked, star eyed. Jake saw it and knew she liked the idea.

"Yeah, makes you jizz." He said, rather casually.

"Makes me jizz, what do you mean makes me jizz. In my sleep?"

"Yeah, when I'm f*****g you." He said smiling. His hand now caressing the swell of her luscious hips.

"You f**k me when I'm asleep?" she was on her elbows, looking at him like he had grown horns.

"Yes, every night. Guess I too like the thrill of trying not to get caught." He pulled her to him and kissed her full lips.

"Why divulge?" She was curious.

"I want you to know how I abuse your little body every night without your knowledge, everyday kitten, I never fail, and I'll keep doing it, until your body is conditioned, and every morning, when your body is acting against you, you'll know why, your body will call for me, every night, a not rest well. Until I'm by your side." He whispered the words to her lips, tracing his tongue on her lower lip, watching her eyes constantly flutter shut. She was loving it, but wary too.

"You want me dependent on you. Why?” Her lips quivered as she asked.

"You've made your life in a way that you no longer need anybody. That was your goal from the start. You have all the money in the world, and your heart is shut, a huge stone wall is built in here." He touched her chest. "I'm afraid of being disposable, so before your heart opens up for me, I'm going to claim your soul, and you'll forever need me."

"I want to let you in; I just don't know how it's done. I don't know what I'm supposed to do, Jake." A tear fell down her face.

"I won't give up, just know that. Your wall has been built over the years, but I promise you my little Kitten, I'll have your heart too. Mind, body, soul, and heart. Blood, sweat, and tears. And then, and only then, I'll fill you with tiny pups, and I hope they have your eyes." She was not ready to tell him about her inability to bare children, she couldn't, not after all that. Not after he just poured out his sick twisted aspect of love and made it all seem right and just, under the very words that made them unjust and juvenile, owning. He wants to love me by owning me. Interesting.

"My family is about to come looking for us." He said sweetly, because that's exactly what they'd do.