The Bullies Obsession

Chapter 2

His grip on my wrists tightens, his fingers digging into my skin as he continues to kiss me roughly. My pleas fall on deaf ears, my tears only serving to fuel his desire.

He pulls back, his chest heaving as he stares down at my tearstained face. A cruel smile spreads across his lips.

"Oh, sweetheart. Your begging only makes me want you more." He say.

His hand slides down my body, gripping my thigh possessively.

"I'm going to take what's mine, Zantay. And you're going to learn to love it. Because once I'm done with you, you'll never want anyone else."

He starts to unbuckle his belt, his intentions clear. The setting sun casts an eerie glow over the scene, the peaceful woods now a witness to his brutal claim over my helpless body.

"No! please, no!" I struggle to get loose from him. I'm trapped.

Jackson push the seat back and letting it go down, placing me in laying position.

My struggles only seem to excite him more, his grip on me tightening as he forces my legs apart. He leans down, his mouth trailing hot kisses along my neck as he grinds against me.

"That's it, sweetheart. Fight me. It only makes it better." He whispers against my skin, his hand slipping under my skirt to grip my thigh.

He reaches down, fumbling with his belt and zipper, his arousal evident. My cry and pleas fall on deaf ears, drowned out by the sound of Jackson's heavy breathing and the rustling of clothing.

"Just relax, pet. This is going to happen whether you like it or not." He growls, rip my panty aside as he positioning himself between my legs. With a brutal thrust, he enters me, ignoring my scream of pain.

My scream pierces the air, my body tensing as Jackson invades me, tearing through my innocence without care or mercy. Tears stream down my face, my hands clenched into fists as I try to push him away, but he's too strong.

Jackson groans, his hips moving in a brutal rhythm as he claims me. He leans down, biting my neck hard enough to leave a mark.

"f**k, you're so tight, pet. I knew you'd feel good."

His hands grip my hips, pulling me closer as he pounds into me mercilessly. The car shakes with the force of his movements, the sound of our bodies colliding filling the air.

My cries turn into muffled sobs, my body shaking with each brutal thrust. Jackson's grip on my hips tightens, his fingers digging into my skin hard enough to bruise.

"That's right, pet. Take it. Take every inch of me." He pants, his movements becoming more and more erratic as he nears his release.

With a final, savage thrust, Jackson buries himself deep inside me, his body convulsing as he finds his pleasure, his hot seed filling my virgin womb. He collapses on top of me, his weight pressing me into the seat as he catches his breath.

"Good girl." He murmurs, nuzzling my neck. "You did so well, pet. I knew you'd be perfect for me."

I lay beneath Jackson, my body aching and bruised, tears staining my cheeks. I feel dirty, used, and broken. Jackson's words echo in my mind, his possessive claim sending shivers of fear down my spine.

He lifts himself off me, adjusting his clothes with a satisfied smirk. He looks down at me, his expression softening slightly.

"Don't cry, pet. This is just the beginning. You're mine now, and I'm going to take such good care of you."

He leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead, a stark contrast to the brutal way he just took me. "Let's get you cleaned up and take you home."

Jackson takes out wet wipes from the cabin in his car. Help me to gently wipe away the evidence of my virgin blood.

As he adjust the seat I pull my clothes right. I curl into a ball on his seat and cry. I just wanna go home and scrub this feeling of me. How am I going to face my parents with this marks? What will they think of me? First day at my new school and the boss's son r**e me. Who will believe me.?

My tears and despair only serve to amuse him. He watches me curl into a ball, my shoulders shaking with sobs, and he chuckles softly. "

"Just remember this is between us. Dare to talk about it and I will make you regret crossing me."

He reaches out, running a hand through my hair in a mockery of comfort.

"Your parents will never know. And even if you do tell them what can they do? I have the power and the influence to crush them. To crush you. So please go ahead and tell whoever."

His hand tightens in my hair, forcing me to look at him.

"You're mine now, Zantay. And you're going to act like it. You're going to smile and play along, or else. Do you understand me?"

His eyes bore into mine, cold and unyielding, leaving no room for argument. "Now, wipe those tears and sit up. We're going home."

Thinking about my father and the hard work he put in for the position he holds now I sits up. Inside I'm broken in a million pieces. My hear, my soul and my virginity. My pride and my joy. All that is left is a dark empty space like a black hole in the sky.

My movements stiff and robotic as I try to compose myself. Jackson watches me, a satisfied smirk on his face, knowing he's broken my spirit.

"Good girl." He praises, as if I'm a dog who just learned a new trick.

"Now, let's get you home. And remember, not a word of this to anyone. Especially not your parents."

He starts the car, pulling out of the clearing and back onto the road. The drive back to my house is silent, the only sound the hum of the engine and my quiet sniffles.

As we pull up to my house, Jackson turns to me, his expression serious.

"Tomorrow, at school, you're going to act like everything is normal. Like we're just two friends. Got it?"

I nod, my eyes vacant and lifeless. Jackson reaches out, gripping my chin and forcing me to look at him.

His nails digging into my skin. "I need to hear you say it, Zantay. Tell me you understand. Tell me you'll be a good girl and keep your mouth shut."

His eyes search mine, looking for any sign of defiance or rebellion. But all he sees is emptiness, a blank canvas waiting for him to write his own story on.

"Say it." He demands, his voice low and threatening.

"Say you understand, and that you'll be mine. Say it, or I'll make sure your second day at school is your last. I'll ruin you, Zantay. I'll destroy everything your father has worked for. Is that what you want?"

"Tomorrow at school I will be a good girl. We are just two friends." I say softly.

Jackson's grip on my chin loosens, a satisfied smirk spreading across his face. "Good girl. I knew you'd see things my way."

He leans in, pressing a possessive kiss to my forehead.

"Now, go inside and get some rest. You're going to need it for tomorrow."

I nod, my movements stiff and mechanical as I open the car door and steps out. I walk towards my house, my shoulders slumped, looking every bit the broken girl I am.

I feel him watching me, his eyes filled with a mix of triumph and hunger. He starts the car, pulling away from the curb and disappearing into the night, leaving me alone with my shattered dreams and the weight of his claim on my soul.

I went straight to my room, strip and get under the showers, I cry and cry and cry until I have no more tears left to cry. I wash my private carefully out. It feels like he took a scissor and cut me.

At dinner I put on the best smile I can but sitting is the most uncomfortable part. I excuse myself and go to my room. I had a terrible night filled with nightmares of what took place. I woke up tired.

The next day, Jackson is waiting for me at my locker, his arm casually draped over it as he leans against the metal. He watches me approach, his eyes raking over my body appreciative. I keep my head down just like yesterday. Inside, I'm dying with each passing moment, trapped in a nightmare I can't escape.

"Well, well, well. Look who's back for more." He says with a smirk, pushing off the locker and stepping closer to me.

"You look tired, pet. Didn't sleep well last night?"

I flinches at his closeness, my eyes darting around nervously to see if anyone is watching. Jackson chuckles, enjoying my discomfort.

"Relax, sweetheart. No one suspects a thing." He reaches out, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "You're doing so well. I'm proud of you."