Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Addicted to You ❯ Chapter Three ( Chapter 3 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

"Actually you can and you probably should."

"I don't." She shrugged.

"Hell, I would. He's taken away how many years of your life? Let’s see, you were in a training bra when you came here, so judging that you aren't a late bloomer I'd say you've been here at least three or four years. That's bull shit."

"It's not like I had much to start with. We moved a lot so I didn't make friends a lot. School sucked. Always did. I finished school here." She looked up at him. "You are freaking me out with you caring more about my personal issues than me. When are you getting out of my room?"

"When the nice men in the white coats with the tight asses tell me to."

She groaned.

"Come on and lay down here. You look tired. I'll give you a massage."

Looking him over, she laid on her bed. "Put that thing out."

He groaned but did as she asked. He was almost through with it anyways. "Where do you want me to massage?"

"Back." She moved on her stomach and closed her eyes with a deep breath. "No funny business."

"I make no promises," he smirked, his hands moving to her back as he moved over her. He started gentle at first, guiding and molding her flesh with care.

She hugged her pillow. Slowly he began to knead harder, feeling the tension in her flesh as he worked it out of her, his hands moved over her arms and shoulders, then to her back, and then to her lower back and sides. She moaned as he hit all the right spots. He grinned at the way her body contorted beneath his hands. After a while, once he felt like she trusted him, he began to move his hands over her thighs, kneading the flesh there as well. She relaxed under his touch and took soft breaths. As his hands slid over her legs, he then moved to her calves, stroking them up and down, his hands moving higher and higher.

"You're...really good..."

"I dated a massage therapist once. She taught me all about this stuff," he admitted, his fingers rubbing against her panties while he worked her inner thighs.

She nodded. His fingers began to rub against her lips faster and with more pressure as he guided his hands up higher.

"Easy...pervert..."

"You're panting and seem to be flushed. Maybe you want it."

"I will kick you again..."

"You liked it last time. let me do it again so you can feel that way again."

"No."

He sighed and moved against her. "Very well, but you're very disappointing."

"I'm sure. I'm not your personal sex doll. Just get out and find one of those nurses."

"I could, but I think it would be more fun with you."

"Only because I'm not giving it up so damn easy."

"Yeah, probably so. It's the thrill of the chase. That and despite you being flat everywhere, you're kind of cute."

She turned over under him. "If I'm so flat, stop looking, PERVERT!"

"I couldn't look until you turned over," he smirked, pinning her down as he stared down at her, his lips just inches from hers.

Her face flushed. "My ass...you were looking at that..."

"Yes, well, it is quite nice. If you roll back over I'll massage it for you." Before she could answer, however, his lips were on hers, gently massaging them while he held her down, making certain to keep her legs from his crotch.

Her eyes widened and she tried to fight under him, moving her legs with no use and pulling at her wrists though they wouldn't move. He smirked against her lips, kissing her eagerly, his tongue flicking over her lips before pressing against them, seeing if she would let it into her mouth. She opened her mouth, but as soon as his tongue came in, she bit him.

He pulled his face back, cursing at her. "Damn it!" He let her go as he sat up and rubbed his sore tongue.

She pushed him on the ground. "If you ever try that again, I'll kill you!"

"Oh, come on. It was just a kiss. It's not like I was going to rape you."

"I don't care! I said I'm not your doll!"

"No, but you could be...."

"Get out!"

He sighed and stood. "Fine. Fine." She glared at him as he walked out. He stopped at her door and leaned back to blow her a kiss. "Listen, no hard feelings, right?"

"Don't show back up in my room, pervert."

"Please tell me I wasn't your first kiss."

"Get out!"

He froze, his face almost serene as he examined her. "I was....wasn't I?" She turned her back to him trying hard not to stand and punch him in the face. "Hey uh...I'm...sorry?"

"Just leave already before I kill you."

"Alright, chill. Look, I didn't realize. I was just goofing around."

"Leave already. You are pissing me off."

"Fine. Night," he muttered, grabbing the door and slamming it shut.

She laid back on her bed. She hated that man.

He was whistling as he nodded to the orderlies and nurses. He loved that girl.

Peyton didn't go to the group session. She slept in and ignored the stupid bell that went off over and over to let people know where to go and when to be there. So what if she didn't go?

After group, Dr. Green was in her room. "You weren't there today."

"Thank you captain obvious," Peyton said while she ate and flipped the pages on a magazine.

"Why didn't you come?"

"Because I wanted to sleep in."

"This doesn't have anything to do with Eli being in your room does it?"

She glanced at the doctor then flipped the page. "Sure does."

Dr. Green was curious at this. Sitting down on her bed, she looked down at her. "Why? What did he do?"

"Obviously you know if you know he was here."

"He had sex with you?"

"No. He would be dead if he did."

She smiled at that. "Then what did he do?"

"He kissed me... And it wouldn’t be so bad...I mean, it's just a damn kiss...but he acted like it was nothing. Meaningless. I'm not that kind of girl."

"So, to you it's a kiss, but you don't like it when it's just a kiss to him?"

She closed the magazine. "It would be ok if he meant something. Because then I could just say I don't feel the same way and be done with it. But he just laughed it off...like taking something from me was his God given right. He's so cocky and so self centered...I just want to hit him until I break my hands..."

"I see. I will do my best to keep him from you then. I will also punish him for what he did," she said softly. "Though you might want to try talking to him.... I know you don't like it, but maybe he will listen to you."

"I don't even know the guys name. And I want to keep it that way. No, I won't talk to him. And if you don't keep him from me, I'll sue for sexual harassment," she said and opened her magazine again. She hated this place so much.

"Feel free to sue him. Your dad signed a waiver, however, that doesn't hold the hospital liable should anything happen to you."

Now she just wanted to slit her wrists...

"I will talk to him then. Take care and make certain to relax and take your medicine." She smiled and patted her back.

Peyton rolled her eyes.

Dr. Green left and went down the hall and up the stairs to the sex addict wing. However, while she was going up there, Eli was slipping into Peyton's room. "Yo." Peyton threw her magazine at him. He caught it and looked at it. "Huh, she's hot. Though girly magazines really aren't my thing unless there’s lingerie involved somewhere."

"I told you not to come back, and I swear you are stalking me now," she said bitterly.

"Yeah, probably," he admitted. "Even so, I'm the only person you talk to, so I figured I'd come by and check on you."

"I'm fine. Get out."

"Nope. I'm in a good mood, let me give you another massage. I'll keep the hands above the wait. I promise."

"I don't have any reason to trust you. What is it that you want from me? My virginity? If I give it to you, will you just leave and never speak to me again?"

"Sure." She fixed her pillow on her bed and started taking her gown off. He moved onto her bed, smiling as she revealed her body before him. "You're actually serious?"

She threw her gown on the ground then pulled her panties off. "Just get it over with and don't come back here."

He grinned as he moved over her. "You're offering your body to me, just like that? Do I get to kiss you to, or are you going to bite me again?"

"No. No kissing and no groping. Just fuck me and leave."

"I want all of you. Groping and kissing and all of it."

"Too bad. You said you would never speak to me again if I gave it up. So I'm giving it. Take it and don't come back," she said and glared hard at him.

He thought about it for a moment. "And what if I earned it?"

"Earned what?"

"Your body."

"Not likely."

"But if I did?"

"You wouldn't. You can't. I hate you. My mind isn't going to change."

"Well too bad. I'm going to annoy you some more before I get rid of you. Maybe in a week, maybe in a month I'll be ready to take you. You never did specify a time."

She really wanted to kill herself now. Pressing her hands on his chest, she pushed him off and picked up her gown.

"Uh huh, while you're already like that, why don't I pleasure you some?" As he said this he was slipping his hand between her legs and his fingers slid up into her.

She kicked his chest. "BACK OFF!"

He hissed and rubbed his chest. "Geez, okay. I was just trying to give you something to smile about."

"You touching me will never make me smile. You in general make me want to beat my head against a wall to forget you."

"Now why is that, exactly? What about me pisses you off so much?"

"You just take! Take and take and take! And it's all a game! Everything is some childish game! Grow the hell up and stop messing around with a teen! God! You're only here because you want to annoy me! Job well done, pervert!"

"Yay? Okay, fine then. If I just take take take, what would you want in return?"

"To leave me alone! I'm not one of those girls that will love to have your cock. I have feelings. And once you are done with me, I'll regret it and carry it around with me for the rest of my life. You are the type who will mess with a person's feelings then after you get what you want, the person is left empty and broken." She pulled her panties on. "I won't fall for it. I won't play this game. Do your worse because I will never want you."

"I accept your challenge..."

Peyton stared at him. "This...is just a game to you. I don't think it's funny. You can't promise me anything. You won't visit when you leave. You won't think of me when you are gone. You won't date me or marry me or even come close to that. So sitting here...and wasting my time with your game is just bull shit. Go ahead. Accept it as a challenge. But it won't get you anywhere."

"Okay. Let me get this straight. The girl who accepts any fucking challenge, no matter how stupid it is, just to prove she is right is upset because I'm accepting a challenge. You know what, you really are crazy."

"Well now that you know that you can finally leave. And for the love of God, don't come back this time!"

"Yeah...nope. Not going to happen. Despite the fact that you're by far the most hypocritical person I've ever met, I think I'm going to stick around."

"Why?"

"Because, I find you fascinating."

"Why?"

"Because you're a walking enigma wrapped in controversy and tied up in a huge big bow of what the fuck."

She stood. "If you won't leave, then I will." Walking out she slammed the door. Her hands were in a tight fist as she walked down the stairs to the bottom floor and out back to the fenced in court yard. Going to the very center...she screamed. She screamed and screamed, stomping her feet and yelling out curse words of all kinds.

"What is wrong!?" Dr. Green demanded as she saw her, orderlies coming to make certain that she wasn't going to hurt herself.

She stomped her feet again. "You said you would keep him away from me! Keep him away or...or...or I'll cut myself up with lots and lots of sharp things!"

"Okay...." Dr. Green nodded and the orderlies moved to her sides and quickly pushed something in her to calm her down.

"Mother fuck!? What...what...the...hell..." she said just before passing out.

"Carry her back to her room," she sighed. She thought she was making some sort of progress with her. "And make certain that she doesn't have anything that she can hurt herself with."The orderlies nodded and moved her back to her room, strapping her to her bed with the restraints.

When Peyton woke, she was only more pissed. She stared at the ceiling with a hard face while trying to work out of the restraints. A familiar whistling sound filled her ears as Eli stared down at her. "You should learn to play nice with others."

"I hate you so much."

Seeing as how she couldn't move, he smirked and crawled over her, his face moving close to hers. "And why is that?"

"You don't know when to leave people the hell alone," she groaned. "I'm going to ignore you. Every time I see you, I'll look through you. Every time you talk to me, I am going to pretend to hear nothing."

He smirked and ran his hands over her body before sliding them down to her wrists and undoing her straps. "That is a pity," he whispered before crawling off of her so that she could undo her legs. Instead, she crossed her arms over her chest and continued to stare at the ceiling. "What? You don't want to be free? Cause if not, I can always tie you back up." She said nothing.

He knew a way to get her to react. He slid his hand up her thigh and pressed against her panties. Her legs closed tightly. He hissed as her legs tried to crush his hand in-between them. Of course all that really did was force his fingers against her harder. She didn't react other than make her face even harder.

"Fine, if you want to play that game lets see how long you can last," he whispered. His fingers pushed past her panties and slid into her, pushing into her insides as they curled up, pressing against her spot which made her cry out in pleasure.

Her mouth parted but she clamped a hand over it. He moved over her, his legs on either side of her hip, straddling her while he pushed his fingers in further. Another finger slid into her, rubbing upward while he teased his clit, rubbing it in small circles. She shifted and closed her eyes tightly.

"You can loosen up and enjoy this. You don't have to be so tense...." He began to put more effort into it, his body moving down as he gently began to kiss her thighs, moving his face up beneath her gown.

Her eyes shot open. "Stop! This is rape!"

"I'm not going to rape you," he said, lifting his head up from her gown. "I was just going to give you oral, but if you don't want it then I will stick to fingering you."

"I don't want any of it!"

"That's not what your body is saying," he replied, feeling the torrent of juices flow from her.

"If a woman has an orgasm during a rape, it doesn't mean she wants it!" She pulled back and punched him hand in the nose then cried out and shook her bleeding hand.

He hissed, his nose bleeding as blood poured from it. "Damn, I was just...holy shit that really fucking hurt." He looked at her hand and shook his head. "What did you do to your hand?"

"Get out! Get out! Get out!"