“Seriously?” he asks as his hands clench into fists and I try to sink back in myself. I don’t know what he wants, so I do the only thing I think he needs.
“I’m sorry,” I say in a quiet voice.
“For?” he asks me.
Shifting my eyes back and forth, trying to figure out what to say. When I come up with no answer, I raise one shoulder in a shrug. That was the wrong reply. Lifting his arm quickly and with no hesitation, he slaps me hard. My hand immediately goes to cover the cheek he just slapped and tears come to my eyes. I keep my eyes downcast and try it again.
“I’m sorry, Jason,” I whimper.
He slaps me again, over my hand this time, causing that also to hurt, throwing me to the bed. He reaches down, striking like a cobra and takes a handful of my hair jerking me back up. The pull on my strands makes me scream. He leans down directly in front of me. I can feel his hot breath fan over my face.
“What. Are. You. Sorry. For?” he asks, emphasizing every single word.
The tears are flowing and I can feel my eye begin to swell. The heat from the stinging in my face throbbing. I sniffle trying to get a hold of my composure.
“I don’t know, Jason. I’m sorry… for whatever it is you think I’ve done,” I try to say to calm him down. He laughs darkly in my face.
“No. You’re not sorry,” he says, giving my head a sharp pull. “But you fucking will be.”
Still holding tightly to my hair, begins to unbuckle his belt. I begin to shake uncontrollably. My hands immediately go to his that are still holding tight to the hair at the crown of my head. “Please, Jas. Don’t do this,” I beg, as the tears begin to fall. He grabs the end of his belt and pulls it from his pants with one hard tug.
Slamming me face down to the bed, he holds me down by my hair. I try kicking my feet out so I can turn over. That’s when the first lash hits the back of my bare thighs. This is why I got so used to wearing sweatpants. Because I knew, if he ever wanted to do something like this, at least my legs were somewhat protected. But wearing these little sleep shorts and camisole, too much skin is showing.
“Stay still and take your fucking punishment, Lexi. You know you fucking deserve it… now fucking take it,” he growls out, as he hits me again, this time on my ass.
I’m screaming and crying so hard I can’t even move. He releases my hair, but then I feel another lash on my back this time. I try to roll over to try and get away, but he places his hand on my back holding me down, and he’s way stronger than I am. I have no strength. More lashes rain down on my back, my ass, and the back of my legs. When it finally stops, I’m so tired from crying, I don’t even hear the belt hit the floor.
I feel him harshly grab my arm and tie it to the rod iron headboard once again, then the other. This time he doesn’t restrain my legs. My skin is on fire to the point when he roughly pulls my sleep shorts and underwear off, he makes me take a quick inhale of breath. Heavy sobs still rack my body from the belting I just took. Sharply moving my leg to the side , Jason kneels between my legs, still fully dressed. I try to lift my head.
“Pl-please Jason… d-don’t do this,” I try to beg through heaving sobs. I hear his zipper in the quietness between sobs. The bed jolts when he leans over me. One hand on the side of my head the other grips my hair pulling my head to the side, arching my neck as far as it can go. It feels like it’s going to snap.
“Don’t do what? Take what is already mine. You are mine, Lexi. Mine to do with as I please. And no one, not even you, can tell me otherwise,” he grits out. Just as he finishes his sentence, he licks up the side of my face making me wince a bit. Without any warning or preamble, he thrusts inside of me. I’m not even prepared or wet at all. I scream at the intrusion, and he’s fully seated inside me with one push.
I can feel him throbbing deep inside me. Jason isn’t small by any means of the word. I try to close my legs but he’s not having any of it. He sits up releasing my hair. He grabs my hips with bruising force and lifts them off the bed, so I am on my knees as my chest is still laying on the bed.
“No… please, Jason. Don’t,” I continue to beg.
“Shut the fuck up,” he says as he starts his brutal thrusts inside me. I can’t move with the way he has me positioned and restrained with the ropes. All I can do now is lay here and take it. Praying that it ends soon.
A quick sharp slap to the ass makes me yelp through the cries. “That’s it. Right there,” he snarls. Another slap and I can feel his movements become erratic. A few more thrusts and I feel him still, releasing deep inside me. My eyes are squeezedshut hating the feeling of him seeping out. My tears are now free flowing, but the begging and yelling is done.
He pulls out of me, moving off of the bed from between my thighs. I drop my hips to the bed and try to curl into myself as much as I can. I feel so dirty and disgusting. And knowing him, he wants to make me sleep with his seed dripping out of me. It’s always been his way of claiming me.
I hear him zip up his jeans but I don’t move from my position. The bed dips next to me but he doesn’t touch me, but I can feel his eyes on me. Pushing the hair from my face, he tucks it behind one of my ears. The gentleness in his touch right now is so contradictory to what he just did.
“Lexi,” he says my name softly, but I keep my eyes squeezed shut. This is how it always has been. Beating me, raping me, degrading me… then he’s sweet but still blaming me. “Look at me, baby.”
I know if I disobey, it could get much worse. Tears are spilling from my eyes nonstop now. However, I slowly open my eyes and look up at him as well as I can from being restrained on my stomach.
“Now, you know I hate having to punish you, baby. But you know you deserved it. You should have never run away from me,” he says, stopping and looking at me. “You know that, right?” He strokes my cheek softly and all I want to do is pull away from him. But I know how bad things can get and I don’t want to push him.
I can only nod. I’m heaving so hard I can barely take in a breath. “Good. Now, you will never run from me again, will you?” he asks, with his brows lifted and a small confident smile on his lips.
I shake my head this time. My words can’t come out, from how hard I was crying.
“If you do, Lexi,” his words drop off as he shakes his head taking in a deep breath. My heart nearly stops at his insinuation. Finally, his eyes meet mine again, and he gives me a little smile. “But I won’t have to worry about that anymore, will I?” he asks.
“No, Jason,” I stammer out.
