Chapter 16

I wake up to the smell of sex and the unique smell of Brea. He is curled around my body, encasing me in his warmth. I feel sleepy, so sleepy that I don't mind being curled up in his arms. There's a blanket over us, Brea must have pulled it over us at some point after our activities.

I lay there droopy eyed and warmed from his body heat. It's really nice and comforting. I find myself drifting in and out of sleep continuously, until finally about the fifth time I open my eyes, I feel Brea stir and I know he's going to get up.

"Morning baby," he whispers in my ear. "How did you sleep?"

"Good," I tell him and he moves closer into me, his erection poking we go again.

"Good," he says in return. "Are you hungry? You must be after that?"

"Eh, kinda," I say and he slowly gets out of bed and gets dressed. He only puts on his boxers before going downstairs. I pull on a T shirt from my own closet across the hall and follow him down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"What are you making?" I ask.

"Oh, I'm not making anything, I'm getting you some ice cream though," he says.

"What is that?" I ask. I've never had it before.

He looks at me as if I'm an alien that has just grown three heads. "You mean you've never had ice cream before? You can't be serious."

"No, I've never had it," I tell him and with that he rips open the other half of the fridge and pulls out a big tub.

"What flavor would you like, chocolate, vanilla, or both? You know what I'll just give you both so you can taste both of them."

"Okay, but just give me a small amount in case I don't like it," I tell him. He turns around from scooping ice cream into bowls and looks at me like I'm crazy.

"Oh, you'll like it," he says, and scoops a large amount into each bowl. "I mean if you don't, and don't want to eat it, that's fine, but I guaruntee you'll like it, there aren't that many people on this earth that don't like ice cream." He hands me the bowl and I take the spoon and scoop into the soft white and brown mush. I get a flavor of each on my spoon and look at it suspiciously.

"Try it before it melts," he says. I take my spoon and put it in my mouth and the flavors explode around me. It's hard to imagine anything could taste this good. My eyes grow wide and I take another spoonful and then another, until the whole bowl is consumed. It is only after I've taken my last bite and swallowed do I realize that Brea has been watching me the whole time.

"Yeah that's what I thought," he smirks. "I knew you would like it."

"That was really good, thank you." That was the best dessert that I have eaten the whole time that I have been here, the best I've had in my life actually. It gives me chills that are not associated with how cold it is, it's creamy goodness fills my stomach and another part of me, a happier part of me.

"Oh you're welcome," he says.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure, anything."

"Why did you stay home from work today?"

"I didn't feel like going in," he shrugs. "And with the amount of money they are paying me to house you it's not a great financial concern that I go in."

"Oh."

"Yeah baby, you're worth more than my paycheck. That's why I don't mind taking the time off to fuck you."

I don't say anything. I need to fight these feelings that I am having for him. They are beyond ridiculous. He doesn't love me, he's just using me. He took the day off for his pleasure, not mine. He doesn't care about me the way I am starting to care for him. I need to stop.

But it's so hard when he has nothing but boxers on.

"What are you thinking about?" Brea's question guides my thoughts away from where they shouldn't be in the first place.

"Nothing," I tell him, and he gives me a knowing sort of smirk. He takes my empty bowl of ice cream from me and places it in the sink and walks back over to me. Taking both of my hands in his he kisses me fervently.

I return his affection with a brighter tone, and he pulls away from me and heads up the stairs, leading me behind him. He escorts me to his room and has me sit on the bed. Pulling my legs up so my back is to his pillow.

"What are you doing?" I ask him. He is looking through his drawers for something, but he doesn't seem to be finding it.

"I wanna make things more comfortable for you, I want to try to learn more about how your body works to get you more orgasms, if you're up for it that is." He finds what he is looking for and turns to me with it. It's a small vibrator, only about an inch in length, and not very wide.

I think about it for a moment, "I'm not really in the mood for that, we just had sex a little bit ago." His shoulders sag in a disappointed tone.

"I know we did, but I want to make you feel good, and you're about to get your period, your hormones are in a weird place right now. You can't tell me you're not horny."

"I mean kinda but I don't feel like it right now."

"Why not? If your horny then why don't you want it, I'm going to please you, don't I do that for you? I have to be, you enjoy it so much, I got you to come for christ sakes."

"Yeah but I just don't feel like it. I don't want to do it right now."

"That's fine, I won't push you, but I just want to know why."

"I don't know," I tell him and pull my knees to my chest. He looks at me and his questioning expression changes to one of concern.

"What's wrong, i can tell something is up, I need you to tell me." And just like that, tears spill out of my eyes and run down my cheeks. I break, right in front of him, he is the only one that knows how to truly break me to the point of confessing.

"Nothing," I tell him, and I can only hope he doesn't take me back downstairs and punish me.

"Don't fucking lie to me, don't lie, you're crying how can you be alright if you're crying."

"I don't know, just leave me alone," I tell him. He crosses the room over to me and hovers over me on the bed, staring straight into my eyes he looks at me with that look that tells me he is looking into my soul.

"You're not fine, I need to know what the matter is, you need to tell me or this isn't going to work."

"What do you mean this isn't going to work, it's not going to! I'm only here for a short amount of time and then I get carted off to that damned place again and then I'll never see you again."

"You never know what may or may not happen. You could be here three more days, or you could be here a lifetime. It's all how you make it."

"What does that even mean? You're not even talking sense."

"I need you to tell me what is bothering you, I need to know so I can fix it."

"I can't, you'll punish me again."

"Is that what it is? Me punishing you? You're afraid of me?"

"Yes!" I yell. I'm terrified of him one moment, and the next I want to lay in his arms forever. I don't know how to handle him, I can't even begin to learn how he functions.

"Baby, if I knew I hurt you that bad I-"

"But you did know! You knew, I asked you to stop, I fucking begged you and you didn't listen to me!"

He looks at me as if I had just slapped him across the face, there is a slight twinge of hurt in his eyes. "I'm sorry, I guess I just got so caught up in the scene that I wasn't paying attention. I didn't want to hurt you, but I did want to punish you for your behavior. I thought you could take it."

"Well I can't, I can't take it. I'm sick of being beaten and forced to do things I don't want to do. I'm tired of being cummed on and smacked. I'm tired of being tied up and beaten. I can't take it anymore, especially when I'm supposed to have a fucking kind! I can't. I can't. I can't," I sob.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't know you would take it that hard, I didn't think you were having that much of a horrible time. You were wet, I thought you were enjoying it a little bit."

"Well I didn't, I hated it. Don't you get it, I have to get wet. I have to act like I'm interested or something bad will happen to me. That's how I got put in the maternity wing to be bred like a dog."

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize," he says looking bewildered. "I didn't think females could get wet without being even a little turned on."

"Yeah well when your fucking life depends on it there is nothing else you can do but learn to do it."

"I see. Well in that case, why don't we get you cleaned up. I'm sorry what I did, I didn't know I hurt you that badly."

"Well you did, what do you mean by cleaned up?"

"Well let me get you into the shower,clean you up. No sex, no foreplay, nothing but me taking care of you. Let me show you how nice it feels." I give him a wary look and he continues. "Look if I try anything, you are allowed to slap me, you are allowed to yell and scream and do whatever you want if I try anything, because I promise I won't."

"You aren't going to try anything?" I ask. I know this is a full out lie, but it would be nice to slap him.

"I promise I won't. No strings attached, let me just show you how good it can feel." I raise my eyebrows at him but don't say anything else as he takes my hand gingerly and helps me off the bed, leading me into his bathroom. I gasp at the luxury of it. I've never been in it before, I've only seen a couple inches in, never did I even see a toilet or a shower, just the wall and part of the sink.

Now that I look in it's so much more. The room is a light blue color, his shower a white porcelain with multiple nozzles fixed all around so the water will hit from every direction. Brea turns around to face me and takes my hands in his.

"Ready?" he asks. I nod my head, unsure of how to feel about this, but I'm afraid to say no. I'm afraid to go back to the basement, I don't want him to ever do that to me again.

Brea grasps the ends of my shirt and slowly lifts it up, I put my arms over my head so he can get it off easier, and he marvels at my body.

"So beautiful," he says planting a small kiss on my lips. I give him a warning look and he chuckles at me. "Don't worry baby, I'm not trying anything, but don't blame me if I get hard standing here looking at you."

"Then don't," I tell him and he frowns. Continuing his work, he steps over to the shower and hits the buttons so that all of the nozzles shoot out a nice stream of steaming water. He turns back to me and removes his boxers, then takes my hand and leads me into the warmth.

"How is the water?" he asks me. I take a moment to feel the temperature.

"It's good," I say tell him and he nods.

"Good," he says and grabs a wash cloth and a bottle of soap and squirts the soap on the wash cloth. It smells like him and for some reason the scent is comforting. "I'm going to wash you first. Then I'll wash your hair, okay?"

"Okay." he takes the cloth and goes all over my body, scrubbing away the dirt with the soft cloth. It's heaven on my skin, and I never knew how good it could feel to have another person wash you. He washes my back and arms, my front. Then he turns his attention to my hair, grabbing a green bottle and squeezing the soap out of it, he massages the lather into my scalp, the feeling is so pleasant that I moan.

"Oh you like that baby?" he asks me and I respond by leaning gently with my back against his chest.

"Mhmm," I say. I'm sort of sleepy, but I'm awake, it's an odd state to be in. Brea continues to massage my scalp with the soap, and then rinses it off with one of the nozzles that detaches from the wall and is connected with a cord. He sprays my hair and body with the warm refreshing water and then washes himself before turning the water off and grabbing two towels and handing me one.

"See that wasn't so bad was it?" he smiles. I shake my head. It wasn't that bad. It was actually very enjoyable, I feel so good and clean. I've never felt this way before.

Suddenly the feeling to do something for him arises. He took the time to shower me and make me feel better, I should do something in return.

I grab his towel and dry him off, his chest, his back, arms and legs. Until finally I get to his groin. He's erect and growing. Unsure of what to do, I start drying his huge length off, he looks down at me, his head turned to the side in a fascinated expression. "What?" I ask, he smiles and shakes his head.

"It's nothing baby, your just so innocent in this world that we live in, I can't help but to marvel at you."

"I'm not innocent," I mutter. There isn't anything innocent about me, all innocence was taken away months ago, along with my spirit.

"Yes you are, I can see it in you, there is nothing but innocence."

"You know that isn't true, you know what I have been through before this, and you know how you've treated me. I'm nothing but innocent."

"Just because things have happened to you doesn't mean your not innocent. It takes consent to not be innocent. It takes your permission to take it away, you haven't had that luxury, but you are still innocent, still pure of heart."

I look at this man realizing his insanity. He needs to rethink his theory. I am not innocent. It can be taken, and it has been taken away from me and countless others who had no say in the matter.

"You're crazy," I tell him. He looks at me with curiosity. His muscles bulging like he is tense and wants to hit me, but I don't care anymore. What can this man take that hasn't already been taken.

"I don't think I am, you are innocent and oblivious and you will not be until you give it up on your own."

I'll show him I'm not innocent, he needs to see that it has all been taken away from me in haste. There is no way that I have any innocence left. I'm not innocent, and I'll prove it to him.

"If I were innocent and naive then how do I know how to do this?" I ask, trailing my finger lightly around the junction between his thighs before grabbing him with a firm grasp. His breath catches in his throat and I can't help but to smirk. "Not so innocent am I?"

"Ah, yes, you are," he breathes. His stubborn attitude is frustrating me but I know I can prove him wrong.

"And what about this, Brea, is this innocent?" I ask him, taking his balls in my hand and planting a kiss on each of them. He twitches and I know I've hit a nerve with him.

"Ah,fuck baby please. Don't do this, you didn't want me to," he says, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Oh, I'm not doing anything. I'm innocent remember Brea? Well lets see how innocent you think I am when I do this." I grab him and lick the head of his shaft with the tip of my tongue. It's a light touch, but it sends Brea's erection skyrocketing to as big as he will go. He's panting, his eyes are focused on me. Let's show him just how "innocent" I am. I look up at him, and give him another light lick, then another. He groans from deep in his throat and I know he's having trouble handling the light sensation. He wants a firmer touch, and I know just how to tease him until he cracks and begs for it.

I lick lightly up his shaft, moving so slowly he is surely aching for it. He exhales sharply, and I know he needs more. "You're not playing fair," Brea says. "You don't want me to touch you, you need to stop, now."

I know I should, but if I have to receive a fucking to prove a point I can. Why not, I've been fucked over so many times by people who didn't do it right, I might as well fuck the only man that can make me orgasm to prove a point.

"Oh, I'm not stopping now. You're going to stand here, and admit that I am not innocent first," I say with his head dangerously close to my mouth, so close that my lips brush against him when I talk, so close my breath stirs his erection.

"Baby, don't do this. I don't want to fuck you and have you be sorry later, you need to stop. You need to stop now, or I will fuck you and there is no going back. So you make sure this is what you want."

"Oh I don't know what I want. I'm too innocent to know what I want remember?" I say and insert his head into my mouth. He groans something inaudible, that's it? maybe. He grabs my hair and pulls it so I am forced to stand up and look in his eyes. He picks me up and carries me over to the bed, his bed. He throws me on it and climbs on top. I giggle and look at him. His eyes are burning with lust, it's fascinating.

He kisses my neck and I embrace it for a moment, I let him bite me and suck on my neck. He turns to travel downward and I stop him by flipping him on his back quickly. "No, you're not going to do anything to me, I'm too innocent. Let's just see how innocent I am now."

"Baby don't -"

"Hush, now I'm proving a point to you. I'm not innocent, it was ripped from me. You don't think it was but you don't know. I want you to imagine that you're not enjoying this. I want you to imagine me beating you and smacking you and shoving things you don't want into your mouth and ass. I want you to imagine this isn't what you want, I know it is, but just imagine while I'm taking advantage of you, that this was every day of my life. Every day until I met you."

"What changed when you met me?" he asks as I slip his cock in my mouth once more, twirling my tongue around and around before spitting it back out.

"You made me cum, and that is my innocence, gone. It was long gone then, but I gave it up totally, to you. And was it my choice? Maybe, maybe not. It's a debatable subject. But now, I'm going to show you a part of what it is like, maybe a more enjoyable part, but a part no less."

"Baby, don't do this, you don't want it. You don't need to prove this to me. I know - "

"Oh, begging will get you nowhere, you're going to fuck me, and you're going to like it. Let's just see how innocent I am." I climb on top of him and ease myself onto him slowly, taking in his length. My eyes roll back in my head, I'm enjoying this, this power over him.

I move up and down on his length, going in and out at different angles and lengths. He touches my nipples and pinches them and I swat him off. "No, you're not allowed to touch me, just feel."

I pound into him, over and over and over again until he spills his seed into me and I gasp. The wetness spilling down my legs. For once I am loving it, because I am in control, I tell him what to do. He's laying beneath me now, short of breath from his orgasm he lays there and gazes up at the ceiling.

"See how it feels to be dominated?" I pant. "See what it feels like that even after you say no, it still happens."

"Yes, yes I see, now stop guilt tripping me. I can't help that you live like this."

"You can't, but you can understand."

"Yes, I can understand. I understand better now, not what you know, but I understand better now. I will take it into consideration the next time I fuck you, which will be at your consent."

"Good," my head held high, now that he sees a little bit more into my side of this world, I hope things get better for me. I hope I am not punished anymore. Never again.

Never again