Daddy Devil

Chapter 19

As I sat looking down at my phone I couldn't help but wonder what is going to happen now. I did as he asked. I lied to my friends, I told them I was okay.

Truth is, I am so far from okay that even with a map I don't think I'd find it.

"Stop that bullshit right now, Leah!" I hear from In Front of me as he slaps the phone out of my hand. I turned my head away from him, refusing to let him see the tears but all that did was allow him to grab my chin tightly and violently turn my head back towards him. "You will never turn your head from me again. You hear?" I didn't want to answer him. I wanted him to die, instead, I just made him more aggravated by my lack of response and removed his hand from my chin, slapping me across my face. Grabbing my chin again he bent down, looking me in the eyes, his face only millimetres from my own. "You hear me, you little cunt?" The venom dripped through his words as he spoke.

I looked back at him fiercely, not wanting him to know just how much he scared me. "I fucking got it, Mike." The attitude came flooding out of my mouth and anger flooded his eyes.

Mike let his grip fall from my chin to my neck and wrapped his hand around it, squeezing it tightly.

I struggled to get a full breath as he squeezed tighter. He bent closer to my face, giving me a smug grin as he moved his mouth beside my right ear. "I. Fucking. Own.You, Leah." His words sent a shiver down my spine and I couldn't stop the movement before Mike noticed it, that was when he knew he had me.

He loosened his grip on my neck a little allowing me to take a deep breath. It was only a minute before he tightened it back up, pulled me up and threw me on my knees in front of him. I watched him as he let go of me and slowly moved his hands to his belt, undoing it and pulling it through the loops on his jeans. I watched as his hands moved, fear running through my veins. I knew what was about to happen, the pain that I was going to go through. I was defeated. I couldn't fight it anymore, I was mentally drained and had nothing to fight for anyway.

Mike wrapped the belt around my neck, pulling on the end gently, restricting my airflow just enough to have an impact on how much oxygen my lungs could get.

He looked down at me with a look of pure pleasure on his face. Seeing me panic made him hard. Bending down and grabbing one of my hands which I had called into a fist, he opened it up and placed it on the front of his pants. I held my hand in the one spot as he let go of it and started to undo the button and zipper that held the denim up and let them slide down his legs. Grabbing my hand which had fallen when his pants had, he brought it back up and sat it on top of the material that was between his hard cock and my palm.

"Mmmmmm. Do you feel what you do to me, Leah? Feel how hard you make me when you disobey?"

With my hand motionless in its place, he started to move his hips, back and forth using my hand to jerk him off even though I literally wasn't doing anything.

"Mmmm, Leah. Your hand feels so good wrapped around my dick, baby. I bet your tight cunt will feel even better though."

My eyes widened with shock. I didn't want to have sex with him again, he disgusted me, but the smug look on his face said he wants it.

He tried to lay me down but, for the first time in a long time, I resisted and it took him by surprise.

Slapping him across his face, I screamed out. "Mike, stop it! No!" My cries were met with more aggression. The more I struggled and said no the more he enjoyed it. After a good five-minute struggle, he flipped me onto my stomach and pinned me down. Finally, he managed to get my panties off, dragging them down my legs and running his fingers over my skin as he did. I tried to wiggle my way out from under him but he was so much stronger than I was and I failed. I went limp as he plunged 3 of his fingers into my pussy. My body and mind went numb, I tried to block out what was happening but I failed. I could still feel his fingers inside me, I could hear him breathing behind me and I could tell he had that fucking look on his face. The one that he gets when he is forcing me to do what he wants even though he knows I do not want to.

Mike grabbed my hair in his fist and yanked my head back as he slammed himself into my ass. I screamed out in pain and he roughly pulled out. "Leah." He thrust his dick into my pussy. "Leah, you know I don't like to have to use lube. You know I like to be covered in your natural juices, baby." Angrily he kept going in and out, grunting each time he did.

Tears started to fall from my eyes and I hoped he hadn't noticed, I wasn't that lucky. He rubbed his thumbs down my cheeks, drying them, still fucking me from behind. "Little slut, the moisture is coming from the wrong part of your body. Although I do like it when you cry, It gets me so fucking hard." Taking his cock out of my pussy he slammed himself back into my ass. The pain was too much and I screamed out again. Why me? Why do these things happen to me?

I felt him finish inside me and I knew he was done and would be asleep in seconds. Waiting to hear him snoring I got out of the bed and headed for the shower. There is not enough soap to wash this man off my skin but I have to try. I snuck past the kitchen, grabbing the steel wool from the sink and I ran to the bathroom, closing the door behind me quietly and leaning on the back of it.

I have to find a way out of this. I have tasted freedom and I want more.