Unfaithful
Chapter One: The First Time
Elena Gilbert
After the sacrifice was over Stefan and I learned about John's efforts to keep me alive. The spell that should have ended his life instead took years from him instead of taking his life completely as he was in good health unlike the person who performed the spell before him for their child. John had left the old witch house before anyone could say anything more to him. Afterwards Stefan drove me home and I headed inside and sat down with Jeremy to tell him what had happened to Jenna. We cried together and shared memories of happier times before we headed upstairs to exhausted to talk anymore.
Jeremy headed straight to bed but I needed to shower and remove all tracings of the ritual. I washed and dried my hair before dressing into my white bath robe and headed to my bedroom.
I walk into my bedroom wearing only my white robe, I pause finding John sitting on the side of my bed staring back at me. He's been lying to me my entire life he's not my Uncle he's actually my father. It then hits me hard why he is there, why he's suddenly in my bedroom at this time of the night. I feel sick at the thought but the reality was undeniable. John had saved my life and he did nothing without expecting something in return. And despite being his daughter I'd never been a part of his life, he hadn't raised me and so that was why he was here now because he saw me as something more than his daughter. I was disgusted that he came here to have sex with me but the way he looked at me, I could just see it my eyes what he wanted he wanted from me. If I slept with him he would leave Mystic Falls forever and never come back. But it also meant I'd cheat on Stefan in order to keep him safe from John. Could I actually do it? Could I sleep with my biological father? Just drop my robe, walk over to my bed, lay down and let him have his way? Could I do that?
I stand in the doorway as I slowly close the door behind me. I know this isn't going to be easy. I'm still angry at him for the lies, the secrets, the deceit, everything he's put us through. But I know if I want to be with Stefan, and protect him and the ones I love I'm going to have to go through with this. It's my choice and the choice
I'm doing this for the ones I love. This is how I know the love is true.
My hands slide along the edge of the white robe, my fingers pull on the tie around my waist, the robe slides down off my shoulders and drops to the floor. My eyes meet his as he stares back at me, his eyes roaming my naked body. I walk slowly towards him and as I stand before him, his eyes rise up to meet mine. The lust is clear in his eyes as he reaches up placing his hand around my neck and pulls me into him, he kisses me forcefully and my body reacts without any control, I kiss him back. He moves his hand into my hair pulling at the roots. His hands run along my hips as he stands up from the bed. I don't know if I want to do this but he seems sure that he is going to have his way. I don't feel like kissing him anymore. My hand slides down his arm as his hands are exploring my naked body, my fingers find his. I look at him and then down to our hands, his eyes follow and then his hand wraps around mine.
I lead him towards the bed, he turns me and pushes me onto the bed, he leans down on top of me and I stare into his eyes. I could do this for him. I could give him what he wants. Then he would leave town and I would just have to learn to live with the fact that I had cheated on Stefan. Even though just the idea was enough to break my heart. This was going to happen, John was going to have his way and I just had to pray it wouldn't be as disgusting or sore as I thought it could land up being for me.
John stares back at me, he kisses me, and it was rough, hard, demanding. He pulls away from me and stands up. He stares down at me as he takes off his jacket, unbuttons his shirt and takes off his belt. I watch him, his eyes not leaving mine as he pulls off his pants. His hands then slide across his waist as he pulls down his underwear. He walks towards me and climbs onto the bed.
He kisses me again and my arms wrap around his neck, he breaks the kiss and starts kissing my neck, my hand running through his hair. His hands run across my chest, and I close my eyes. He starts sucking and biting my nipples. I don't want to enjoy it but the feeling of his tongue running over my nipple is too good to fight. He slides down my stomach and spreads my legs, he starts sucking on the inside of my thigh and then the other. I look down at him and he's staring back at me as he's getting closer to my entrance. I look away and close my eyes.
I don't want him to go down on me it's way too personal. It's gross. He should just have his way and then leave me in my shame and disgust.
But then his tongue is between my legs, and I can't stop the moan escaping from my lips. It feels amazing, his tongue moving over me. I hate that it does, I hate myself for enjoying it. But I can't deny how much I do
"Stop."
He doesn't stop.
"Please, John. Stop. Just get it over with it. Please."
His mouth and tongue are driving me crazy, and I can't help but grind against his mouth. It feels good, too good, and it's wrong.
I'm so close to orgasm, and I don't want to have one. He pulls away, and I gasp at the sudden lack of sensation.
"I need you to ask me. To beg me."
I close my eyes and swallow hard.
"I need you, please. I want you."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Please. Don't make me say it. Please."
"Say it."
I groan, frustrated. I just want him to get on with it.
"Fine. Please, John. Please, fuck me. Just, please, fuck me. Please."
He smirks and positions himself between my legs, and I take a deep breath.
"This will hurt, I'm gonna be bigger than him. Probably stretch you out."
I close my eyes at his words and take a deep breath.
The feeling of him entering me, it was something different than Stefan, Stefan wasn't near the size of John and John saw the pain he made me endure edge across my face as I gripped the pillows for support above my head.
"He won't ever ask if you've cheated. He's in love with you. But he'll always suspect." John groans and edges in deeper "He'll think you got a dildo, he'll never see you the way I do."
"And what do you see now?" I gasped in pain.
"That I am the only man who will ever be able to satisfy you."
I whimper at his words.
"No, don't, please."
"I'll tell you when it's over."
His voice is firm and commanding, and I can't help but obey him. I can't believe this is happening. I'm having sex with my dad. This is wrong. So wrong. I try to push the thoughts away, but they keep coming back.
"Don't look at me." I warn him.
"I'm in charge now you...fucking...tight...bitch"
John grunts in between each thrust. I can't believe I'm doing this. Why am I letting him do this to me? What is wrong with me? Why can't I just stop him?
"Oh god." He groans, his pace picking up, his grip on my thighs tightening.
I cry out in pleasure, unable to stop myself, and John slams into me even harder.
"Can't you just do it from behind?" I plead, trying to keep my voice low.
"I like watching you suffer." He snarls and pushes me down against the mattress.
I'm completely helpless, and all I can do is lie there and take it. He's taking my body, and I can't stop him. I don't want him to stop.
His movements become faster, his grunts getting louder. His eyes are fixed on mine, and I can't bring myself to look away.
"Fine turn over." He groans.
I turn around and John positions himself behind me, his hands on my hips, his cock sliding between my thighs.
I can't help the moan that escapes my lips, and I bite down on my bottom lip.
He's fucking me, and I can't get enough of it.
"That's it. You like this don't you? You're a whore. My whore."
I nod.
"Yes."
He leans over and kisses the back of my neck.
"Good girl."
He kisses my shoulder, and I can't help the whimper that escapes my lips.
His lips move down the back of my neck, to the curve of my shoulder.
He spanks me in between thrusts "Nothing wrong with leaving a little mark or two."
"Don't talk to me."
"Oh, I'll talk. Because I want you to remember this, Elena. Remember the way you begged for my cock, and the way I made you scream."
He bites down on my shoulder, hard, and I cry out in pain.
"Jeremy is in the next room." I remind him of my brother, his nephew.
"And? We're just fucking, what's wrong with that? He's heard it before, I bet. Besides, it's not like he doesn't already know you're a whore. He can hear your moans from his bedroom."
He pulls out and flips me over, and I look up at him in shock.
"You want me to stop?"
"Yes!"
"Say it. Tell me you want me to stop. Tell me you want me to end it."
I open my mouth, but the words won't come out. I can't say them.
"Please. Please. I want you to stop. Please, John. I can't take this."
"Then beg me to stop."
"Please. Please. Please. Please, stop. I can't do this. I can't take this. Please."
But it doesn't change anything.
"No."
"Please."
"Beg me, Elena."
"Please!"
For the next half hour John continued.
It was all too much for me, the pain, the humiliation. I just couldn't handle it. He just kept going and making my body twist into positions such as doggy style and even 69. I didn't want it but the way he used me, the way he took control. I had never experienced anything like it before, not even with Stefan. And then he made me orgasm, I screamed out in pleasure and he kept going, he wanted to hear me beg him to stop and I couldn't.
But he wasn't done yet he then started using me like a sex doll and pushed my body to new extremes such as the pretzel and wheelbarrow. My mind was gone by this point and my body was weak. I felt sore and used, and John didn't care. He was relentless, he didn't stop until he had finished. And he wasn't close to finished despite my body being a sweaty mess he continued, he wasn't close to finished. It wasn't until he told me to say his name as he had his way that he turned my head in the direction of my nightstand where my jaw dropped finding his phone was there and pointing at us. He'd been filming us. He then turned me to face the camera and got behind me again. He held onto my shoulders and slammed his body into mine repeatedly, making my body shake, making my body quiver. My cries echoed throughout the room as his thrusts got harder and harder.
He didn't hold back, he was so forceful, and I could feel every inch of him inside.
"You really are naive, thinking one time would be enough." He told me.
And he was right, after this night. I wouldn't be the same girl, not after tonight, not after this.
My body is covered in sweat, and I'm exhausted. My breathing is ragged, and my heart is racing.
"Keep looking into the camera." He instructs.
I can't, but I do. I can't look away. The shame, the humiliation, it's too much.
"Who's your daddy, Elena?"
I hesitate, and John's grip on my hips tightens.
"Elena."
"You are."
"Whose cock does Elena like?"
"Yours."
"And who else has been inside you?"
"Stefan."
"Not Damon?"
"No."
"Good, that's right. Damon isn't worthy of a pussy like yours. He's too weak. Stefan is. And Jeremy."
I gasp, shocked.
"Oh, yes. Don't think he isn't interested in you."
"You're disgusting! He's my brother!"
"Step-brother."
"We grew up together!"
"So? It's not like it would be a surprise to him. I've heard his door opening at night. I've heard his bed creaking. I'm sure he's pleasured himself thinking about you. Maybe even in the bathroom while you're taking a shower. Maybe he's even jerked off to videos of you. What do you think? Does he jerk off to you? Does he dream about you? Imagine fucking you?"
I feel sick.
"No."
"Liar. You're tightening up around me. You like the idea of sex with someone you shouldn't have. Someone who would keep it a secret for you. Just as long as you felt like the innocent one and gave them control."
"Shut up."
"Admit it, Elena. You've thought about it. About fucking Jeremy. You've thought about it."
"No!"
"I'm going to keep asking. Until you admit it. Or until you orgasm."
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!"
"Come on, Elena. Admit it. Admit you're a slut. Admit you want Jeremy. Admit it, Elena. Come on."
I can't help it.
"I want him! I want Jeremy!"
"That's right. Say it again."
"I want him."
"Louder."
"I want him! I want Jeremy! I want him! Please!"
I can't help myself. My body is responding, and I'm getting close again. But am I lying? Did I actually want Jeremy?
John laughs.
"Oh, that's so sweet. You want your step-brother. But he doesn't want you, Elena. He'll never want you. Not the way I do."
I can't think straight. I can't stop thinking about Jeremy.
"Fuck, Elena. You're squeezing me so tight. Keep doing that. Make me cum. Make me fill you up."
"Stop talking about him."
"He'd probably mess up. Knock you up or give you something he's carrying around."
"No. Stop. Please. Stop."
"Oh, come on, Elena. I'm doing this for your own good. I'm giving you what you need. What you crave. Someone who's not afraid to use you, not afraid to hurt you. To break you."
I'm so close, and he knows it.
"Don't worry, Elena. I'll take care of you. I'll make sure you're safe. And satisfied. Fuck me you are the tightest I've ever had. Keep looking at the camera."
"Please, stop. Please, don't."
"Come on, Elena. Tell me the truth. You want your step-brother, don't you? You want him to fuck you. You want him to make you scream. You want him to make you his whore. You want him to own you. Don't you?"
"Yes."
"Say it."
"I want him."
"What would he think of you making a sex video?"
"He'd hate it."
"Of course he would. That's why we're making it. Because he'd hate it."
"But-"
"Don't worry. He'll never see it. Unless you want him to. But you won't. You won't want him to see how you beg for your step-brother. How much you enjoy fucking him. How wet you get for him."
Am I wet for Jeremy or John? Or worse both?
"I'll tell him everything. Everything you said. Everything we did."
"Go ahead. He won't believe you."
"I'll keep this video forever." John graunts and begins to kiss my neck.
"You'll destroy my life."
"Do you think I care?" He asks as he returns to giving it to me, causing my breasts to bounce.
"Do you think I care if I ruin your life? Do you think I care if your boyfriend leaves you? If your friends reject you? If your brother disowns you? Do you think I care about you, do you?"
I can't answer.
"I'll ruin you. I'll break you. I'll destroy you. And I'll make you love it."
"I don't want to. I don't want this."
"You don't know what you want. You never do. You say that more times a day then you smile."
He's right, and that pisses me off.
"Don't you see? This is the only thing that can give you peace. Me. My cock. The pleasure I can give you. You've been waiting for it, for someone to take control. And now I have."
"Please, stop. Please, I can't take it. Please. I can't. Please. Please."
"I'm gonna come. Try to push it out. I don't want to get you pregnant. I don't like the idea of you getting fat."
I'm not on birth control, and I know the chances of me getting pregnant are slim, but that doesn't mean it's not a possibility.
"You can't. Please. Don't."
"It's just one time calm down."
"That's all it takes!"
"Well if you get knocked up it's your own fault anyway"
"How?!"
"Just shut up I need to focus."
My body is tired, and my legs are numb, but John keeps going. I'm so exhausted, and my vision is blurry. I can't think, I can't move, I can barely speak.
"Don't stop looking at the camera."
"...Ok" I whisper as my vision blurs slightly.
"Look at the fucking camera!"
"I am."
"I said, Look. At. The. Camera!"
John pushes my head towards the nightstand where his phone is pointed at us.
"You're such a fucking tease."
I lick my lips and try to put on a good show thinking it's what I'm suppose to do as another orgasm threatens to take over me.
"Yeah, that's right." John spanks me. "You like this? You like being a fucking whore for your daddy? You're so fucking hot. I'm gonna make you my personal little slut. Yeah, yeah, yeah."
John groans and continues to slam his cock into me.
"I don't wanna get pregnant" I say as my vision blurs.
"You won't, but if you did it's not like it would matter anyway."
"Why's that?"
"I'll take care of you,"
"Really?"
"Yeah...of course" He says but he doesn't mean it.
John is lying, but I'm not sure why. Is it because he thinks I'm a stupid teen or is it something else?
"Don't stop looking at the camera. Don't look away from the camera."
"Dont...sell this..."
John doesn't reply and it worries me.
"Did you hear me, John?!"
"You're so tight."
"Answer me!"
"Yeah, I heard you. But who cares."
"I do!"
"It would let others see you. As who you are...Katherine."
I realize then that John is trying to make me act like Katherine Pierce so that he can sell the footage and pretend it's him and her and not me. Let's face it Katherine and I were dopplegangers, and no one would believe it was me. John had said my name countless times tonight but that could be all part of his act. And him being with Katherine on my bed was something sick that he would do.
"But...you...said...my...name."
"Don't worry about it. Just keep doing what you're doing."
"This is wrong."
"It's not. It's fucking amazing. And you're gonna love every second of it."
"Please."
"Don't stop."
I don't. I can't. He's too big. He's too strong. I can't fight him.
"You're gonna take it. Like the little whore you are. You're gonna take my cock."
"No, no, no."
"You're gonna take my cum."
"No, please."
"And when I'm done with you, I'm gonna fill your mouth."
"Please."
"You're gonna suck me dry."
"Please."
"And then, I'm gonna fuck your face. I'm gonna fuck your mouth."
"Please."
"Yeah. That's right. Beg me. Beg me to stop."
"No."
"Beg me to come."
"No."
"Beg me to make you come."
"No."
"Beg me to make you mine."
"No."
"Beg me to break you."
"No."
"Beg me for more."
"No."
"Beg me for my seed."
"No."
"Beg me to fuck you. To own you. To break you. Beg me, Elena."
"No."
"Beg, Elena. Beg."
"I...I...I...I."
"Come on. Come on. Come on. Beg."
"Please...don't."
"Beg, Elena."
"Please."
"Beg, Elena."
"P..p...p.."
"Beg, Elena."
"Daddy!"
I scream out, unable to stop myself.
"Yes. That's it. Good girl."
"Please. Please. Stop. Please."
"That's right. Good girl. Keep begging."
"I'm gonna...come. Please. Don't make me come."
"Good girl."
"Please. Don't. Please. Don't."
"Say it, Elena. Say it. Say, "Please, Daddy, let me come."
"Please, Daddy, let me come."
"Again."
"Please, Daddy, let me come."
"Louder."
"Please, Daddy, let me come."
"Come, Elena. Come for me. Come for your Daddy. Come, Elena."
"Daddy, please."
"Come, Elena. Come for your Daddy. Come, baby. Come."
"Please, Daddy. Please."
"Come, Elena. Come for Daddy."
"Please, Daddy."
"Come, Elena. Come on."
"Please, Daddy, come inside me. Please, Daddy."
"Yeah, good girl. Come on."
"Please, Daddy, fill me up. Please, Daddy."
"I'm coming, baby. I'm coming."
"Please, Daddy, come inside me. Please, Daddy. Please."
"Fuck."
"Daddy."
"Fuck, Elena. Fuck."
"Please, Daddy, don't stop."
"Oh, Elena. You're so good."
"Please, Daddy, don't stop. Please, Daddy."
"Oh, Elena."
"Please, Daddy, please."
"Oh, Elena. Fuck."
"Please, Daddy, keep coming. Please, Daddy. Please."
"Elena. Fuck, Elena."
"Daddy, please."
I'm being filmed by him and he is taking advantage of my efforts to get him out of our lives. But I can't stop. It's too much.
"Come for me, Elena. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come for your daddy."
"Yes, Daddy. Yes."
I don't actually want him to come. I'm afraid he'll make me pregnant and I'm also afraid he won't. But I have to keep doing what I'm doing. I can't let him know that I'm not enjoying it. I can't let him know the truth.
"Come for your daddy. Come for your daddy."
"Daddy, please."
"Keep going. Keep coming."
"Please, Daddy. Please. Please. Please. Please."
"Come for me, baby. Come on."
"Yes, Daddy. Yes, Daddy. Yes, Daddy. Yes, Daddy. Yes, Daddy."
Then he does it, he ruins my life.
He empties himself in despite my efforts to push off of him. I can feel it filling me up, and it feels so wrong. So disgusting. So dirty. I can't even look at him.
"Oh, Elena."
"Don't!"
"You're so beautiful."
"Stop it! Just stop!"
He grabs the phone before I can get a hold of it to delete the footage. He puts his arms around me and holds me tight, keeping me in place as I struggle against him.
"Let go of me!"
"No."
"It's over. You're ruined now."
"Shut up. Shut up!"
"You can't deny it anymore, Elena. You came for me. You loved it. You loved every second of it. You can't deny that. Not anymore."
"You're insane. You're crazy."
"I'm a man. A man who knows what he wants. A man who knows how to take what he wants. And I wanted you. And I took you. And I will again."
"No, you won't."
"Yes, I will. You want me, too."
"I don't."
"Then why didn't you fight me? Why didn't you stop me?"
"Because I thought doing it just ONCE would make you leave town. To let us be happy without you in our lives."
"You fucked me the night Jenna died. You're a piece of work."
"I let you do this because of grief" I said and tried to get up to my feet as he kissed my back.
"I'm gonna keep this video and use it to make you obey me. Whenever you want, you have to do what I want. Or else the whole town will know what a slut you are."
"You're sick. You're sick. You're a monster."
"Just lay back now. I'll sqeeze out one more before it's light out."
"Please, John. Don't. Please. Please. Don't. Please. Don't."
"I love it when you beg."
He rolls me over onto my stomach and starts pushing back inside me. I can feel him stretching me out. He's still hard, and I can't help but cry out.
"That's it, Elena. Take it."
"No."
"That's right.
"Not again once was enough."
"I won't film it this time. Just let me get this out. I'll be quick."
"Please. Please."
"You can't tell me you didn't like it."
"No."
"I made you come."
"No."
"You're lying."
"I'm not."
"It felt good, didn't it? Didn't it?"
"No. No."
"Didn't it, Elena? Admit it. Admit it. Say, "It felt good, John. It felt good, John.""
"No."
"Fine suit yourself and lay still."
"No."
"I'll do all the work."
"Please, I'm so sweaty."
"I can smell you. It's nice."
"I don't want this."
"You'll be fine."
"I'll be sick."
"I'll make you feel better."
After just a few minutes he nears his end. I can tell by his grunts. He's close.
"I'm almost there."
I stare blankly ahead.
"Where do you want me to finish?"
"I don't care."
"Say it."
"Just pick a place and get it over with." Did I really just say that?
"Tell me where you want it."
"You already made me come, John. Just finish up."
"Tell me where, Elena. Tell me.
I don't say a word and he spins me around onto my back and I know what he's gonna do next.
"Say it. Say, "I want you to come in my mouth, John.""
"No."
"Do it. Do it."
"I can't."
"You can."
"I can't. I'm not a whore. I'm not a whore."
"Say it. Say, "I want you to come in my mouth, John. Please.""
"I want you to come in my mouth, John."
"And?"
"And?"
"Beg me. Beg me.
"Please, John."
"You can do better."
"Please, John. I want to swallow your cum."
"Good. Good. Keep going."
"I want to taste your cum. I want to taste you. Please. Please. Please."
"What's my name, Elena?"
"John."
"Whose are you?"
"Yours."
"Good. Very good. Now open your mouth. And remember, you asked for this."
"Yes. Yes."
He grabs his cock and points it towards my lips.
"Here it comes. Take it."
"Yes."
"Taste it."
"Yes."
"Suck it."
"Yes."
"Drink it."
"Yes."
"Swallow it."
"Yes."
To my horror he reveals his phone he's been filming us again. And so I just play the part as he pumps the last bit of himself into my mouth.
"There you go. Good girl."
"You promised to delete the video."
"And you said you'd do whatever I say. But now that I have this you'll be at my mercy."
John slides off the bed as I roll onto my stomach and he slaps my ass.
"Good girl. Get dressed."
"I need to rest."
"Suit yourself. I have a funeral to plan."
"Don't talk about Jenna." I said and crawled beneath the sheets they stink of us and I'm completely ashmed.
I watch him dress and he keeps his back to me.
"What are you gonna do with the footage?"
"What do you think? I'll show it to a few guys on the founding families. They'll believe its Katherine. Some will know it's you."
"But..."
"It will ruin your life and Stefan will probably leave you for the lies."
"Don't, John."
"Too late Elena." He began to button his shirt as he turned to face me "You gave it up in two seconds flat."
"For the people I loved. I am protecting them from you."
John looked me dead in the eye "You just let me fuck you. Do you realize that?"
I nodded "I'll do whatever I have to in order to protect them."
"You really are pathetic. You actually believe that. You're not some saint Elena."
"I've done things. But none of it compares to what you've done."
"I wanted to get off."
"But...techically I'm your..."
"The way you were screaming and moaning. You didn't stop. You begged me. You didn't care who I was to you. Related or not."
"I was trying to get you out of our lives."
"By having sex with me? You're a fucking whore."
I didn't know what to say.
"And the fact that you actually believe what you're saying is pathetic. You're a piece of work."
"I love Stefan and Bonnie and Caroline and Matt. I'd do anything for them."
"Anything. Even fuck your Uncle."
"We both know who you really are to me. Let's not pretend."
"Fine. Let's not. Now get dressed. I'm gonna shower."
"And then what?"
"Then we'll see. Maybe I'll fuck you again. Maybe I'll film it. Maybe I'll just keep it to myself."
"Please."
"Why should I do anything you ask me to do? Huh? What have you done for me lately?"
"...I let you...I mean...you emptied..."
"Yeah, I did. I came. And it felt amazing. But I didn't get what I really wanted."
"I don't understand."
"You're so naïve."
"So what do you want, John?"
"For starters, I want you to admit it."
"Admit what?"
"Tell me how much you enjoyed having my cock inside of you."
"I won't do that."
"Why not? Are you ashamed?"
"You're my...fath"
"Don't. Don't even say it."
"Why not?"
"Because it's not true."
"It's true. In the eyes of the law and in the eyes of God, you are."
"I don't care!"
"You're my father. And I let you do it. I let you do all of those things to me."
"And it was so good, wasn't it?"
"No! It was...an arrangement."
"An arrangement?"
"I did it for the people I love."
"So you say."
"What else would I have done it for?"
"Maybe because you wanted to."
"No. No. No."
"Elena."
"NO!"
"Why did you really let me do it? Huh?"
"I told you."
"You told me a lot of things. None of which I believe."
"Because you're a psycho."
"Because I know that you're a liar."
"I'm not."
"Are you telling me that it was my fault? That I raped you?"
"No. You're twisting my words."
"I'm not the one who's lying."
"You are. You're manipulating everything."
"Oh, really? Am I manipulating this?"
John unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out and I saw how hard he was again.
"...we can't" I say as I look from it and then to him.
"Yes. We can. We can do anything we want."
"But if someone finds out" I say and try to get up off the bed.
He moves quicker than me and pins me down to the bed.
"We can't, John. Not again. We can't"
"We can."
"No. Stop."
"Tell me to stop."
"Stop, John."
"Then make me."
"Let go of me."
"I'm not touching you."
"Please."
"Tell me."
"What?"
"Tell me that you want me. Tell me that you need me."
"I need Stefan."
With that John begins all over again this time angling me so that if Jeremy were to open the door to my bedroom right now he'd see my legs spread wide open and John's butt tensing as he gave it to me. I just had to pray that didn't happen. I just had to lay here and not listen to my body.
"You can't do this" I said and tried to push him off of me.
He was strong and didn't even budge. He just continued.
"Get off. Get off of me."
"Tell me, Elena. Tell me."
"I won't."
"Tell me that you love my cock. Tell me. Tell me, Elena. Tell me, Elena."
He gives up trying to get me to talk and just continues to thrust.
"I hate you."
"You don't. You can't. You can't. You can't."
"I can."
"But I'm your father."
"And look at what you're doing to me" I say and motion to my naked body.
"Who cares" He groans and continues to grunt and thrust.
"I'm your daughter."
"Who cares?"
He began to suck on my nipples as he gave it to me.
"No. Don't" I say and try to push him away.
He doesn't let up and continues to thrust and lick and bite.
"Don't"
He stops thrusting and leans his head back up.
"Just finsh already" I tell him.
"Just give me a minute" He groans and takes a deep breath.
"Hurry" I tell him and push against his chest.
"No. Wait. Just wait" He says and grabs my hands.
He holds my wrists and stares at me and I try to look away.
"No. Look at me" He says.
"I can't" I say.
"Look at me."
"You're crazy."
"Look at me."
"Don't. Stop."
"Look at me."
"Just finish. I don't want this. Just finish."
"Another minute" He groans and tries to focus.
"No. Now."
"I'm trying to savor the moment. This is incredible."
"It's not. It's sick."
"I love the way you feel. I'm close."
"Please. Finish."
"I am."
"Please. John."
"That's it. Say my name. Say it, Elena."
"...John."
"Say it again."
"John."
"Again. Again."
"John."
"Again. Again."
"DADDY!"
"That's right. Oh, yes. That's right."
"I'm getting there now."
I feel sick as I asked "Oh my god...are you getting hard again...were you..sof"
"Just for a second" John said and then grabbed my hips as he began to pump again.
"I need a break" I say and push his chest.
"This is your fault" He growls and starts thrusting again "Let me focus."
"I can't take anymore. Not yet."
"Just shut up and take it. You did it before. You can do it again."
"Please. I can't."
"Just lay there and take it. Just like a whore."
"That's not fair."
"Neither is the fact that I'm fucking my daughter. But we're doing it anyway."
"Please."
John grabbed a pillow then and placed it over my face.
"I need to focus." He tells me.
I could hear his groans and grunts but couldn't see anything. I was so scared and tried to pull the pillow off of my face.
"No. Stay still" He ordered.
I couldn't breathe. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't breathe.
I could feel him thrusting harder and harder as his breathing became labored.
"Almost. There. Almost. There."
His hands gripped the pillow tightly and pushed it down harder onto my face. I struggled for air.
"Take it. Take it."
The harder I struggled the more he pressed down on my face. I could feel the pressure in my head. It was like being underwater. My vision became blurry. The only thing I could hear was John's grunts.
"Yes. Yes. YES."
When I push the pillow away he sighs and tells me "Fine just look the other way."
I turn my head and stare at the wall.
"Now you can't see what a disgusting monster I am. Is that better, Elena?"
"Just get it over with."
"If you insist."
After a minute he groans in fustration and I sigh and despite him trying to keep me pinned down I relcuntanly turn over onto my stomach.
"Are you ready now?" I ask and turn my head slightly.
For a moment he says nothing but then tells me "Shake your ass a bit or something to help me"
"Are you serious?"
"Yes. I need a distraction. Shake your ass."
"You're crazy."
"And you're a filthy little whore. Now shake your ass."
"You're sick."
"I can be sicker if you want."
"No. Fine. If it'll get you to stop."
"Good."
I shake my hips and his hands grab onto my ass cheeks and spread them apart.
"I'm watching. You're so filthy."
"Please."
"Keep going. Shake your ass."
"I can't do this."
I can hear him pumping himself trying to get hard and with tears in my eyes I continue to give him a show.
"Oh yeah. Good girl. Keep going. Nice and slow."
"This is sick. I'm begging you, John. Stop this."
"Not when I'm this close. I'm almost there." He enters me and sighs "Your dry" he groans.
"I can't. I can't" I say and push him off of me.
He pins me down.
"I need this, Elena."
"It's been an hour."
"That's not my fault. You keep distracting me."
"Please."
He spits onto his hand and then angles it between my legs.
"Spread your legs, Elena."
"NO. Get off of me!"
"Get into it then you tease. You were wet earlier."
"And you could get hard earlier."
"Stop saying your my daughter then." He says and pulls out again and again he pumps his member trying to harden it "Just help me out" He tells me.
"There's no way. Get off."
"You can. Do it, Elena. Do it. Please."
"I can't."
"Please, baby. Do it for daddy."
"Daddy? That's not fair."
"Please. Please. Just help daddy out."
I don't reply and he continues to work himself. He spanks me and I sigh and begin to shake my ass for him a bit.
"Come here." He says and turns me around and immediately puts my mouth around his member and holds my nose. He bends down and takes the pillow cover off the pillow and puts it over my face "Okay try now." He groans annoyed.
I can feel his member harden in my mouth as he begins to thrust and he releases my nose and begins to thrust faster and faster.
"Good girl. Good girl. Good girl. Good girl. Good girl."
He pulls out and climbs onto the bed and lifts the pillow cover.
"Lay back down but cover your face" He tells me
I lay back down and cover my face.
"Put a leg up" He orders.
I raise a leg and he begins to thrust.
"Spread 'em" He grunts.
"Please."
"Shut up."
He continues to thrust and I cry and then I feel him spank my ass.
"Do it again."
I don't comply.
"DO IT AGAIN!"
When I refuse he pulls out of me and I hear my nightstand draw opening and closing, before I hear him unpeeling something. I know that sound anywhere.
"I'll wear a condom its wetter than you anyway." He tells me.
I look over my shoulder to him.
"Dont look at me I need to focus."
"So you can have your way? Destroy my life?"
"So I can come."
"I've done everything. What else can I do?"
"Lay back down. Now!"
I lay back down and cover my face again.
"Now you can't see. Happy?"
I feel the tip of his member touch me and then he pushes forward.
"Just don't call me daddy." He tells me.
I didn't like calling him that anyway. But why did it hurt my feelings that he could no longer keep hard when with me? I mean the things that came out of his mouth, the things he was doing. He was sick.
"Can you hurry please" I tell him.
"I'm almost there. Don't talk."
After a few more thrusts he pulls out and says "Try sucking it again."
I sigh and begin to suck on his member.
"That's it. Good girl. You're getting the hang of this. You're a natural, Elena. You're a natural."
I can feel his member getting harder and I just know that he's going to come soon.
"Take off the condom and keep sucking" John orders and pushes my head down on him.
I comply.
"That's right. Like that. Use your tongue. Lick it. Taste it. Good girl. Keep going. Oh less teeth" He tells me.
He once again places the pillow case over the top of my head so he can't see me.
I continue to suck his cock and can feel him hardening even more.
"You're so good at this, Elena. Oh God. So good."
He thrusts and I choke a bit.
"Oh yeah. You've never deep throated I can tell. Try it now."
I attempt deep throat for the first time then.
"Don't use your teeth. Relax your throat. Relax. Don't panic."
I calm myself and continue.
"That's right. That's right. Don't rush it. Less teeth!" He pulls my hair a bit then.
"I'm almost there. Almost."
He continues to thrust into my mouth.
"Suck. Suck. Suck. Suck."
I suck him with everything I have and after a moment he tells me to stop.
"What is it now?" I ask, my voice sounding a bit husky from all the deep throat action.
"Pretend you're enjoying it! You're like a corpse!" He tells me.
"You really are an idiot."
"Well if I'm such an idiot, why do you keep doing what I tell you to do?"
"Because you're stronger than me."
"You have a fucking cover over your face and you're still doing what you're told. Now keep goin!"
"I hate you."
"Yeah? Well, the feeling is mutual, sweetheart. Believe me."
He pushes my head down onto him again and I start sucking and licking.
"That's it. Keep going. Oh yeah. Like that. Use your tongue."
He thrusts again and again and after a moment he pulls me off of him.
"Why are you stopping now?!" I shout.
"You were about to make me come."
"And?!"
He takes off the sheet and tells me "On your hands and knees. Hurry up don't make me work so hard for it."
"I'm exhausted. This is the last time."
"Whatever. Get into it."
"How? I'm tired. You've been on top of me for the past hour and a half."
"Fine."
He grabs me and gets into position and tells me "Get in the doggy style. Spread your legs."
"You're disgusting."
"Just do it."
I do as he asks and he spreads my legs and tells me to arch my back.
"Spread your cheeks, Elena. Spread your cheeks."
I reach behind me and do so.
"That's right. That's right, good girl. Oh, yes. That's good. Very good."
He begins to enter me again and groans in satisfaction.
"Spread your cheeks wider. Wider. Wider."
I do so and he starts thrusting.
"Spread your legs wider."
I do so.
"Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. That's it. That's it. Yeah, that's it. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah."
He continues to thrust and groans.
"Oh, yeah. That's good. That's very good. That's good, baby. That's good. That's good."
He continues to thrust and grunts.
"That's right. That's right, baby. Oh, yeah. That's it. That's good. That's real good. Oh, yeah."
He starts thrusting faster and harder.
"Oh, yeah. Arch your back, moan or something. Jesus!"
"I'm not going to pretend anymore."
"Then don't make this about you. Just do what you're told."
"You're sick. This is so sick."
"Stop talking. I need to concentrate."
"You can't even get off."
"I can't concentrate. Stop talking."
"No. We're not doing this. This is not happening. Get off of me."
"I'm not finished. Shut up" He tells me and presses the pillowcase over my mouth.
"No."
"You know it's funny, Elena."
"What?"
"You're so smart."
"Thanks."
"But when it comes to sex you're such an idiot."
"You're an asshole."
"Maybe so. But you're an idiot. Now shut up."
"No."
"Yes."
"FINE! YES! OKAY?! YES!"
"Good."
"This is sick. You're sick."
"Just shut up and spread your cheeks. And stop moving."
"You can't even get off."
"That's it! You're going to get it now!"
He begins thrusting and slaps my ass.
"OW! Stop it! STOP!"
"SHUT UP!"
I sigh and tell him "...Picture Katherine" and with that John begins to get rougher with me.
"I can't."
"Think about her. Think about fucking her."
"I can't"
"Imagine she's me and you're fucking her."
"Elena! You're making me harder."
"You're such a freak" I groan.
"No, you are."
"We're both freaks" He tells me and pulls out.
He climbs off the bed and stands in front of me.
"Come on. You can't even get off" I say.
"You're so pathetic. Look at you."
"At least I can still get it up."
"You're a whore. A cheap whore."
"You're the one who keeps coming back."
"You're the one who won't admit you like it."
"Fuck you."
"Shut up and let's finish."
He pulls me under the covers with him placing my head on the pillows and kisses me.
"Just think of Katherine. Think of how wet and warm she was. How good it felt to be inside her. To hold her. To fuck her."
"Oh God. Elena."
"Think of how good it felt. Think of the way she looked at you."
"Elena."
"Think of her tight little cunt."
"Elena" He groaned.
"Think of her soft breasts. Think of her tight ass. Think of her sweet little mouth."
"I can't."
"Just think of her. Picture her. She's on top of you."
"Elena."
"She's riding you. She's moving on top of you. She's moaning."
"God."
"You're so hard. You can't hold back any longer. You're about to explode. You can't control yourself. You have to come. You have to come inside her."
"Oh God, Elena."
"She's riding you, John. She's riding you."
"Yes."
"She's moaning."
"Oh, yes."
"She's riding you, John."
"Oh, Elena."
"She's moaning. She's coming. She's coming, John. She's coming, John."
"Oh God, Elena. I can't. I can't hold back anymore."
"Come for her, John."
"Yes. Yes. I'm coming, Elena. I'm coming. Oh, God, Elena."
He stopped then and smirked before kissing me and stopping his thrusts "Had you fooled didn't I."
He was just trying to get me to talk dirty to him.
With that he turned me around so that I was gripping my headboard.
He entered me and wet my down there so I wasn't dry for him.
I remained silent, staring ahead not close to an orgasm. Feeling like nothing as he continued also remaining silent.
"You're so tight. Even after all that."
"I want to stop."
"We can't."
"Why not?"
"It's not that I want this. I just need it. I need you."
"I'm so tired, John. Please. Please just get off me."
"Not until I come. I need to come. I'm almost there. Hold on a bit longer. Please."
"I don't know what else I can do."
"You can do it."
He starts thrusting a bit more and I moan.
"You're almost there."
"I'm so close."
"Come for me, Elena."
"Come for me, Elena. Come on, Elena. Come on, Elena. Come on. Come for me. Come for me, Elena. Come on. Come on, Elena. Come on.
After a few more thrusts he groans loudly.
"Ah, that's it. Oh, that's it, Elena. Yes, that's it. That's it, Elena. Yes, that's it. Come for me. Come for me, Elena. Come for me."
I can't hold it back anymore and I climax and begin to cry.
"Yes, that's it. That's it. That's it. There, there. That's it, Elena. Yes, that's it. That's it, Elena."
He groans.
"Please" I beg "You took off the condom"
"Talk dirty or don't talk."
I remain silent and he continues his thrusting and eventually groans.
"Play with your tits" He demands.
I move a hand off the headboard and grip my left tit, playing with the nipple.
"Oh, yes. That's it, Elena. Yes, that's it. Ah, oh, yes. Yes.
After a moment he stops and pulls out.
He moves to his side and I stay on my stomach staring ahead.
"Are we done?" I ask.
"Roll on your side" He tells me.
"Please, John."
"On your side, Elena."
"Please. It hurts"
"Roll on your side."
"Please."
"You can take it."
"Okay. Fine."
I roll onto my side.
He lays down behind me.
"Spread your legs."
I do so and he slips back inside from behind his hand on my hip.
After a few minutes he says "This isn't working do something."
"I'm tired. Just do it."
"I'm close but not there."
"Okay. You want to talk dirty again?"
"Just say something"
"Your cock feels good."
"No"
"You're huge. I've never had anyone fill me like you."
"More."
"I love the way you stretch me."
"Yes."
"My pussy was made for you. For your big dick."
"Oh God."
"Come for me. Come in me. Give me your seed."
"That's it."
"Do it.
He puts me back into doggy position forcing me down hard.
"Oh God. You're so good."
"Please come"
"Oh God."
"I love the way you touch me. I love the way you kiss me. I love the way you suck me."
"No! Don't be so delicate talk real! Tell me you hate it"
"I hate the way you treat me"
"Yes."
"I hate the way you make me do things."
"Yes"
"I hate the way you make me feel"
"Yes."
"I hate your disgusting cock"
"Oh God"
"I hate the way you fuck me."
"Oh God"
"I hate your filthy mouth."
"Elena!"
"I hate the way you look at me."
"ELENA!"
"I hate the things you do to me"
"ELENA! ELENA!"
"I hate the things you make me do"
"ELENA! GOD! ELENA!"
"Come, John"
"Oh God"
"Come in my tight, wet cunt. Fuck my dirty, filthy pussy"
"ELENA!"
"Give me your come. Give me your come"
"ELENA! I'M COMING! ELENA! ELENA! GOD!"
"That's it. Come. Come in me"
"I'm coming. I'm coming, Elena. Oh God. Oh, God, Elena."
I can feel his come fill me and the wetness running down my thighs.
He lays his head against my shoulder and pants.
"Oh God, Elena. Oh God."
I lay my head down as well.
"I'm exhausted"
"That's enough"
When I willed my legs to stand up and get out of bed he slapped my butt before I listened to him get up and begin to dress behind me as I picked up my robe sliding it on.
He walks over to me and turns me around to face him and he leans down to kiss me but I turn away.
He grabs my chin and forces his lips onto mine.
"You're amazing, Elena."
"Go, please."
"Elena"
"Don't ever come here again. I mean it"
"Fine. You know where to find me when you change your mind."
"Go"
When he turns and I ask "What about the footage?"
"It's mine. Get over it."
"John"
"I'll see you later"
"No you won't. Never again"
"Right. We'll see."
I don't say another word I just listen as he closes my bedroom door.