Chapter Eight

OLAMIDE

"Jason, please..."

His eyes glinted dangerously as he grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me closer, causing his erect penis to brush against my thigh.

"Watch your tongue kitten," He warned, effortlessly keeping his face bland."Now address me properly."

"Alpha," I choked out. " I-I meant to say Alpha, please..." I would have said and done anything to agony his punishment. The things that flashed in his mind were horrible and degrading. Acts that could destroy one emotionally and mentally. He wanted to take me mind, body, and soul. A total submission but how could I give him all that. My identity was everything I was. I could not let that be stripped away from me. He was a more frightening version of my foster father. Then I had college to run to for shelter but here, there was no path to follow. There was no light at the end of the tunnel.

Give in to him, a voice in my head coerced. And it was right. I wanted to live. I wanted to understand why this happened to me and that could only happen if I submitted. So submit I did. I let him lead me into the bed and I did not protest when he sat behind me and proceeded to undress me. His touch sent shivers to my spine each time his callous fingers made contact with my skin but I made an effort to block my emotions. I would let him do what he wanted just so he could get over it.

The nightdress slid down my body and only then did it occur to me that it would be more than difficult to shut off my emotions and let him do what he wanted. The room was cold and his teasing made it painfully aware. His hands reached down and completely ripped the nightdress from my body. I gasped when the nightdress flew across the room and Jason proceeded to sit in front of me proud and naked.

"Do you know how to pleasure yourself?" He asked with that ever calm demeanor that never failed to frighten me. He could say the most horrifying of things and just brush it off like it was normal. Well, sick things were probably 'normal' here.

"I..." I tried saying, breaking before the truth or lie could escape my lips. Did he want me to masturbate in front of him? The plausible option to go to was a lie here but there was a decent possibility that he would proceed to teach me or perhaps he would go as far as to punish me for my lies. In the end, all I could manage was a plea. I wanted this nightmare to end. "Please..."

"I asked a question. The favorable answer to my question should be a yes or a no. So tell me?"

"Yes," I admitted with tears burning my vision. It was painful of course, but the pain was mixed in with fear, humiliation, and many other vices I could not even begin to comprehend. It was disgusting that I had admitted to it but something told me, it could be much worse. His junk twitched at my reply and that only made bile rise to the back of my throat while effortlessly turning me on.

"Ok then," He drawled on his words, his eyes fixated on my panties. "Show me."

I shuddered in revulsion at such a ludicrous statement. It wasn't like I wasn't aware it was bound to happen but it shocked me nonetheless. couldn't contain it anymore. All my resolutions to be agreeable and obedient to Jason in hopes for mercy evaporated in the face of such humiliation. "I can't."

"It's fine," He said, an obvious smirk creeping up his lips. "Let me help you."

"No!" I reeled back. "I can do it."

I reached down, finding my vagina. I passed through a stubble area caused by excessive shaving before putting a finger within my folds that were soaking slippery in my juices and finding my core. It sent a jolt through my entire body. It was wet, slippery, and strangely warm. It felt weird. I should be dry as a desert but instead, My nipples went erect and the room grew even colder causing goosebumps to form on my skin.

Jason had a knowing look on his face. It resembled something sort of praise and the flying thoughts in his head kept prompting me to push beyond my walls. I dug deeper, thrusting two slender fingers inside while looking at him. The humiliation and the need to please him clashed but I knew what was winning. The strange feeling of wanting to make him happy. I dripped wet in my thighs mumbling for him to come closer and take me for the whore I was. His massive member was fully erect but he refused to acknowledge its presence and simply stared at me. That damn look made my body heat up as I rubbed at my clitoris faster. I could not stop. Moans escaped my lips as I continued to thrust my fingers into my folds in a circular motion and before I knew it, my legs had spread wild apart and my back arched to the bed as I moaned and mumbled something stupid.

"Ohmigod... Oh..." I breathed, reaching climax as every inch of my wall clenched to my fingers. It felt good. Warm and above all, almost perfect. I withdrew my finger, my breath heavy like I had just run a marathon and my pussy pouring like a faulty water faucet.

I heard him give a clap as he walked over. It managed to momentarily return some lost energy to my body. I tried getting up to face him but instead, he dropped unto me, keeping me in place with his strong arms. I gulped, wondering what he intended to do next. His mind was blank. Though, I suspected it had to do with the fatigue I had brought upon myself.

"And here I thought I was trapped with a vanilla virgin."

"I..."

"Goodnight." He effectively cut me off, rolling to the left side of the bed and pulling a blanket over himself to cover his nudity.

I heaved deeply. I hadn't expected that to be the end of it. It was certain this man was all shades of wild. I pondered on what he had called me. A vanilla virgin. I had not the slightest clue what that meant but my head was too hazy to even begin to think straight. I contemplated getting to my feet and making a run for it or smothering him with a pillow but I was too drained of energy to even move and before I realized it, my eyes welcomed the sweet temptation of sleep.