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Tobias... the figure of the bird in my room alerted me that I was still dreaming. That and my breath came out in a mist which was something I remembered happening in only my childhood dreams. Can't say I remember what types those were when it happened though, good or bad?
I closed my eyes then opened them again.
The cold mist floated from my mouth. There was no longer a shadow bird outlined by the moonlight coming through the window, but the silhouette of a person.
"Tobias." I called out and stepped forward. "I need your help."
The figure shifted toward me but otherwise stayed put.
"Please." I pleaded to the darkness. "I miss you."
It responded this time and began walking over, my heart soared further into the sky with every step he took. "Did you now?" It plummeted from the air to the the ground. That wasn't Tobias. "Tell me exactly what you missed so much."
My throat tightened and I choked on the words. "Go away Tom."
"Should I tell you what you missed so much instead?" he questioned completely ignoring my response. Then without waiting for me to reply he smirked at me and said, "My cock."
I growled softly and turned away. Not real. Remember Rachel? You are dreaming.
I exhaled a breath just as a small tingle began along my arm. My head turned to see his hand there and I jerked back drawing in air so I could scream.
The noise startled me from my sleep. Eye lids flying open, my gaze whirling around the room. The door slammed open and I stilled.
The creaking of the bed alerted me to a weight sitting on top of it. "Rachel." My name was whispered, soft and pleasant.
You know, if a cousin fucking bastard was capable of being pleasant. Which he wasn't. Though Tom would beg to differ. I didn't want to deal with this right now. Hell, why couldn't he go find a girl that wasn't taken?
I was... My breathing stopped for a second. No, no, don't start thinking about it Rachel. But... I had been Tobias's hadn't I? Not had! Is, am, always. I bit at my lip sharply but the sob came out anyways.
Tom leaned over me soon to see that I was crying. I could hear him sigh. "Time to get up Rachel."
"No." I told him trying to keep up with my defiance but I didn't bother with too much force. See, I had a hint as to why he was in here early. My clock was reading 11:55 A.M. and so far when he... wanted me it was later, the sky would be dark. So when he took off the chain from around the bed post and lifted me off the comforter I didn't complain. Though I did notice that he didn't take the cuff off from my wrist. Jerk.
I turned my head looking around the house as I was led downstairs and into the kitchen. Just trying to find something to distract me from that dream. From the last few days. From whatever would happen today.
My call was answered when I caught a scent. I closed my eyes and sighed in content already feeling better.
Tom laughed and I froze, eyes opening on reflex as he set me down on the table. "You're adorable Rachel." I tried to close my eyes once again but he captured them with his own as he leaned forward. Brushing strands of hair out of my face before his hand slid down to cup my chin.
"Don't." I murmured softly.
"It doesn't matter what you say. I'll do whatever I want to do to you, whenever I want." he raised his head, pressing his lips on my forehead. "Get used to it." Tom moved away to come back with a plate filled with some type of Chinese fast food.
Not that it mattered. It was food. I needed no encouragement from him for this and dug in with plain fingers. Flavors were bursting in my mouth; rice, peas, pork, and tiny bits of egg with a light touch of soy sauce. Then there was chicken dipped in a sweet thick orange flavoring. I'm pretty sure there was a rainbow in my mouth like how the cartoons would have. My jaw went slack for a moment. I hoped my sisters were having a good time in Florida with our mother, watching their cartoons late at night.
A finger tapped at my shoulder.
I whirled my head around to look at him and immediately regretted it. Could he see how close I was to crying again?
"You done?" I gave a small twitch nod. "Good. I'll put the rest in the fridge. Now go up to the shower." I slid from the table and walked slowly from the room. I breathed slowly in and out once away from the kitchen, eyes sliding to the door for a moment. No. He would come up with some punishment for me. I wanted his hands off of me for as long as possible.
With that thought I began climbing up the stairs and moved into the bathroom. I closed my eyes as I turned in, leaning forward to grip the counter dreading what I was about to see. After counting to ten I let my eyelids fly open.
My hair was an absolute mess. There was just no other way to explain it. If I had been able to see myself before this I would have demanded that Tom let me fix myself up. Even if he would just continue with his actions afterward. I wasn't the sort to let myself get like this. The simple fact that I hadn't showered for days was already making my head spin. How could he have gotten close to me all those times when I smelled of sweat and whatever fear smelled like.
Pulling open a drawer I quickly found my brush and started tugging at the tangles in my hair with it. A few minutes later I could hear footsteps on the stairs and I had only gotten some hair in the front untangled. This day was definitely not the highlight of my life. At least Tom hadn't tried anything on me so far today.
"You can quit with the hair for a moment Rachel." I ignored him when he got into the bathroom. Opting to watch him move around in the mirror as he turned the water on to the shower. He turned to look at me, taking a step forward and I tried to move farther away from him. It wasn't successful as he made the last few steps closer and grabbed the brush from me. "Get in." he practically growled while grabbing my hand and with a few quick movements of his fingers the handcuff around it fell off. I felt relief at having the metal off my wrist but could hardly think about that when a retort for his words was on the tip of my tongue. Just before I could get it out though he spoke, "I got something to show you." his tone of voice made my skin crawl. Whatever he wanted to show me could not be good.
Reluctantly I moved into the shower and the cold water began assaulted me immediately. I gasped at what felt like a natural stream from a high mountain. Soon I was shivering and went to turn the heater up.
A hand wrapped around my wrist to stop me and I glanced upwards to Tom. I almost made a small pathetic sound when I saw he was completely naked. I should have atleast been able to guess that he would do that if I would guess anything.
"You don't need that." his hand gave a sharp squeeze as he slid the curtain back close. "I'll warm you up."
What? Here? Now?
He clearly saw my surprise and laughed. It sent goosebumps down my arms and I backed against the tiled wall only to be pulled toward him within the next second. "Don't look so frightened Rachel."
"No one in their right mind would be scared of you. You're just an asshole." I retorted quickly even when inside I was just a small terrified girl, kicking and screaming at an invisible tormentor.
"I would appreciate it if you didn't talk to me like that." he said as a hand rolled over my shoulder pushing all my hair to the left side.
"Fuck off." I snarled.
"That will happen later." he promised then pressed his lips to my collar bone.
"Keep thinking that." I said, seething as his mouth touched my bare skin.
"You want to know what I think?" his lips kissed at the part of my neck running parallel with my shoulder. "That you'll be begging for it tonight."
"Never." I growled.
"We'll see." he replied, seeming rather confident that I would. As if.
I felt skin trail over my hip and glanced down to see his hand there. Traveling across my flesh then in between my legs only to stop.
I started to shift away then stilled. No matter which way I moved his hand would still be there, unwilling to shift. So it would hardly matter if I did.
I cursed under my breath. The pounding of the water hid the few words from Tom's ears. Even though he probably wouldn't care at this point. Seeing as I was where he wanted me to be. My teeth ground against each other in anger. I would never beg for him to do anything to me. "That all you got?" I snarled not caring about the hand anymore.
He didn't answer my question with words. Rather I felt something slip inside me making my bones freeze cold. It took a moment for me to realize it was a finger of his. I tensed when he probed deeper inside me, curling his finger in to...
I gasped at the burst of pleasure that filled my body. Tom's lips kissed at the other side of my neck as a second finger slipped in. They began to pump inside me.
I shivered at the feel of his digits moving continuously and tried to step away to no avail. An arm wrapped around my chest drawing me closer. I finally spoke, "Stop it."
"Is that what you really want?" The speed of his fingers increasing took me by surprise. "Think about it." he hissed.
I refused to answer only to let out a small gasp after some time had passed. Tom's fingers left me only so he could turn my back toward him. Then he pushed his fingers back in. I was shivering in the cold water even as my body heated up. "No." I growled at him, grabbing at the shower curtain to try and pull myself away.
"What did I tell you before about not being obedient?" he snapped. I hissed at him when his hand closed over mine disentangling it from the curtain and drawing it back. "Well?" I pushed my lips together, refusing to say anything. "Since you won't answer me..." His voice trailed off and a shiver ran down my spine.
I tried to brace myself for whatever he was about to do but it didn't matter I could still feel pain like before, plus I was sore from last night.
He took me from behind, driving deep into my ass. I could hear him give a groan in pleasure. A second later I moaned, eye lids fluttering. I only got louder as he moved in and out.
"Please, stop." I whimpered as my body called for more. There was too much friction down there, his fingers were still moving even now and I gasped as a delicious shock traveled up my body.
"Bend over." his voice growled against my ear, ignoring the earlier request. I did as I was told, hands moving to grip the edge of the tub in front of me. Water pounded down onto my back, streaming down my sides. His free hand was now holding onto my hip as he moved. My body rocked against his. I could feel his fingers pumping fiercely inside me and I moaned.
My mouth was opening and I forced myself to not make a single word. Just pleasured moans and encouraging whimpers.
My breath slowed down as he drew out slowly now. What is he doing? I hadn't felt him cum and I knew that's what he ultimately wanted. Right? He plunged into me barely a second after that last thought. I screamed unsure if it was from the pain or the pleasure that left sparks within me. Either way I could feel his ball sack on my ass cheeks so he must've gotten all himself in.
A finger trailed up my spine to brush my hair away from my ear. "What do you want Rachel?" Tom's breath was heavy and hot against my skin.
"I," A moan passed my lips, "I want you Tom." My eyes closed as a river of pleasure ran through me. "Please, please." I repeated the word as if it were a mantra.
Lips enclosed on my neck sucking at the flesh and I shivered. His fingers were pounding into me and I moaned as my muscles tightened. I drew my teeth over my lip as my head tilted back then gasped. "Oh god." Something was dripping out from between my legs and his fingers slipped out to rise to my mouth.
Panting I drew my tongue over his skin then soon surrounded his soaked fingers with my warm hot mouth. I drew the juices from his fingers only letting go when they were clean. I was leaning back on Tom in complete bliss when he turned the water off, drew back the curtain, and began drying me with a towel.
"How do you feel?" he asked while drying my hair with the towel.
"Amazing." was the first word out of my mouth.
He chuckled picking me up and taking me across the hall to my bedroom. Once the blanket was covering my body lying on the bed he murmured a, "I'll see you tomorrow Rachel."
Still wrapped in the bliss he had given me I shook my head. "No." he turned back toward me slowly and I could see his hand curling into a fist. "Stay with me." I grasped at his other hand and drew him forward, onto the bed. I edged backwards so he could have room then once he was lying there with me I snuggled close. A few seconds passed before his arms were wrapped around me.
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