“You said that she needed to find God again. You said that she was writing all about sex because she had too many fantasies. You said that she needed a strong man to help her out in the bedroom so she didn’t have to write anymore, that her fantasies would be reality. You said this is what she needed.” Jakes voice was very accusatory.
“I didn’t mean this Jake. This is too far,” Dad said.
I was totally speechless. Seriously, all this started with my dad.
“Well, this is what it is. You need to leave now.” Jake’s pinned stare on my dad didn’t cause him to back away.
“I will not leave my daughter like this. Let her go now.” Dad took a step closer to Jake. Before I had time to blink, Jake hit Dad on the side of the head, causing blood to fly everywhere as he fell with a thunk on the floor.
“Dad!” I screamed. Jake began to kick Dad several times in the chest as he lay there.
“You started this old man! You wanted her away from writing! You wanted her with a man!” Each sentence was punctuated with a kick.
“Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!” I yelled, trying to get Jake’s attention. By the fourth one, he finally looked at me. Fury laced in his eyes. He turned back and punched him hard in the head, causing Dad’s body to go limp. I screamed as loud as I could.
Jake came around the bed slapping me hard across the same cheek he did earlier. The taste of metallic iron surged in my mouth, as I turned my head to stare at my Dad’s lifeless body. I didn’t know what to think, just that now more than ever … I had to get out of here.
“Jake, I’m sorry. I won’t scream anymore. I thought my dad loved me.” This was first angle that came to mind. The sad thing was … I didn’t need to act. All those hopes of him loving me were squashed and it killed.
Jake was seething. “Your dad loves you enough to send you a real man to take care of your sexual needs so you don’t write them for the world to see. But … he stepped too far and got way too into my business. I know my mom loves him, but she can’t know this is how it went down.”
“What went down?” I whispered.
“How we fell in love. He’ll never forgive me, so I’ll take him out … Mom will be sad and Sydney will deal. I mean, hell, I did fine without a father around, right?” He smiled, my stomach rolled. “Problem solved.”
Jake walked over to Dad and panic flooded me. I hadn’t quite worked out all the shit that had blown up here in the past few minutes, but I knew I didn’t want him dead. I couldn’t do that to Sydney, knowing firsthand what it meant to grow up without a father.
“Jake, wait.” He stopped and turned to me. I tried to give him a small smile.
“Yeah.”
“Come here.” I bit my lip trying to be as seductive as I could even when my body was screaming … ‘don’t do this.’ Jake came to the side of the bed and stared down at me; I was truly at this man’s mercy. “Kiss me,” I whispered.
Jakes smile was revolting, but I kept mine plastered on my face. When his lips met mine, I kissed him full out. I gave it all to him, lips, tongue … everything. When he pulled away, he stared down at me. “What was that for?” he asked.
“I’m seeing that maybe Dad was right. I do need a real man,” I said sweetly.
“Stop playing games with me, Savannah,” he growled.
“Kiss me again and see if it’s a game.” I stared into his angry eyes as his lips came crushing down on me hard. I gave everything I had to the kiss, hoping like hell that I could pull this off.
As he pulled away this time, I saw a flash across his eyes, but still unsure what it was. “I love you,” he said, staring into my eyes. I knew I couldn’t say the words, it was too much, and so I gave him an award-winning smile, which he returned.
“Let me touch you,” I whispered. “I want to make love to you, but I can’t do it like this.” I pulled on the ropes to punctuate my words. Jake stared at me as if he was thinking whether he should or shouldn’t.
“I’ll undo your arms only, but if you scratch, you’re getting tied up again.”
“I won’t. I promise. I want to make love to you. Can you please do my legs, too? I want to wrap them around your body.” The sweetness in my voice made me want to gag.
“One. Only one.” I could deal with that.
“Okay. Thank you.” I bit my bottom lip and made myself begin to start breathing a little heavier as though I was waiting for him. As he tentatively climbed up my body, he untied my left hand and then my right.
I rubbed my wrists to get the circulation flowing again. I used caution, as they were raw and tender from the rope he used. As he untied my leg, I whirled it up and down trying to get the blood to flow there as well. He did exactly as he said and kept the other tied, but after watching how easily he unwrapped the ropes, I thought I might have a shot.
“Better?” he asked.
“Much. Thank you.” I kept smiling sweetly.
As his body blanketed me, his mouth met with mine again as I began to kiss him again. I tentatively wrapped my arms around him beginning to caress his back, feeling his skin form goose bumps. He began kissing down my body. I laced my fingers through this hair, massaging his head as I frantically searched around the room for something to help me.
The lone lamp on the side table would help if I could get a good grip on it. The alarm clock may work better; it was much smaller, though, and wouldn’t pack as good of a punch. Jake’s lips continued to kiss every part of my body. I added a few moans and groans along the way, which had him speeding up his efforts. My body was on full alert.
One thing came to mind, but I needed to act with caution. I tugged gently on his hair as his eyes flew up to mine filled with lust. Smiling, I asked, “Can I have my turn?”
“What?” His eyebrows pulled together as if he was confused.
“I want to kiss you. Will you let me?” I smiled with venom.
“Absolutely.”
“I know you won’t untie my leg, but you could loosen it so I can climb on top of you?” His stare told me he thought I was playing him again. “Please. I will make it totally worth your while. I want to wrap my lips around that cock of yours. Please,” I said breathlessly, well I was shooting for breathless, I’m not sure how it came out.
He nodded, climbing down to the foot of the bed. He didn’t take the knot wrapped around my ankle off; he simply gave me more length so there was slack for me to move. Perfect.
“Thank you,” I said shyly. “This is one of my fantasies ya know. To be tied up, but the guy still allows me to pleasure him. Can I get up? Because I want you to lie down.”
Jake’s eyes bore into mine for what seemed like an hour. He held out his hand, and I took it, pulling myself up off the bed. As he lay down on the bed, I kneeled down at the end. This was my chance.
I rubbed my hands slowly up his legs feeling his coarse hair in every move. I held the bile that was threatening to escape. Reaching his shorts, I undid the snap and zipper pulling down slowly. “Careful with that,” he groaned as I began to massage his dick through his pants, feeling it was already hard.
I smiled up at him “Always.” I pulled down his pants and underwear, throwing them to the side of the bed. Looking at his dick, I was repulsed. Not only was it small and puny, it was hairy and looked as if this clean cut guy did not give two shits what his dick looked like.
Normally, I wouldn’t care about it, as Deke’s not manscaped, but with Jake … everything was yuck.