Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Pain and... pain? ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER 5

 

 

 

 

 

 

I was staring at the wall blankly when Jonathan pounded into me from behind. He was panting hard and moaning out how I was a good bitch and how tight I felt. He had hurt me in the beginning, not preparing me enough before shoving it in and I felt like an idiot. This wasn't worth food. This so wasn't worth it. Jonathan came with his last brutal thrusts and collapsed on top of me, making breathing hard for me. But I didn't complain, just waited for him to pull out and let me up so I could get the hell away from him. For a moment nothing could be heard except Jonathan hard panting on top of me. Finally his breathing evened out and I thought he would pull out and let me up.

 

“Damn, kid. I'm never going to get tired of your sweet little ass.” Jonathan sighed and rocked his hips again, moving his soft cock inside me.

 

“Tell me what you like about me fucking you, kid.” he said then and I closed my eyes.

 

I don't like you fucking me you asshole.

 

“Tell me.” Jonathan pressured and rocked his hips again, this time with a little bit more force.

 

“I.. I like it when..” I started but the words got caught in my throat. I didn't know what to say.

 

“Yes? You like it when I..?”

 

“I.. I like it when you..” I stuttered and felt panic start to rise again. I didn't know what to say to keep him happy.

 

“You like me fucking you hard, don't you, Jason?” Jonathan whispered into my hair and I felt tears burn in my eyes.

 

“Y-yes, sir.” I mumbled and Jonathan kissed my neck.

 

“You know I want you to call me, Jonathan, kid. Don't disappoint me.” he said and I held in a sob.

 

I wanted him off of me. I wanted to get the hell away from him and hide.

 

“What else do you like? Do you like to suck my cock?”

 

“Y-yes, Jonathan.”

 

“Then say it. Say you love sucking my cock.” he said and kept rocking his hips slowly.

 

“I-I like sucking your cock.” I said barely audible and despised myself for it.

 

“Good. What else? Do you like it when I touch you?” Jonathan asked his voice husky with lust and I could feel him harden inside me again.

 

“Y-yes, Jonathan.” I stuttered and closed my eyes when he grunted into my hair.

 

Jonathan started thrusting again until he was fully erect before pulling out and flipping me over.

 

“Lift your legs, kid.” he grunted and lifted my legs over his shoulders.

 

I closed my eyes and turned my head away from him, not wanting to see his face when he fucked me. Tears burned in my eyes but I kept them at bay, I was not going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

After coming for the second time, Jonathan collapsed on me before rolling over to the bed beside me.

 

“Good fuck, kid.” he breathed out and I pulled away from him, disgusted with myself.

 

I got off the bed, pulled on my jeans and picked up my shirts from the floor before walking to the door and grabbing the doorknob. Just then I remembered that Jonathan had locked the door and turned to look at the older man on the bed.

 

J-Jonathan? Sir?”

 

I asked hesitantly and saw him wrench his eyes half open. I didn't get it why people got sleepy after sex. I just.. didn't get it.

 

“What?”

 

“C-can y-you o-open th-the d-door p-please?” I stuttered and shifted my weight from foot to another restlessly. Jonathan leaned up on his elbows and looked at me with a smirk.

 

“Of course, Jason. But first I think you need to do something for me.” he said and I looked at him with a frown.

 

What did he mean do something for him? I just let him fuck me. Twice!

 

“I want to take a picture of you, kid. Just a few pictures and I'll open the door for you.” Jonathan said and got up from the bed.

 

“P-pictures?” I stuttered and Jonathan picked up his pants from the floor and pulled out a small digital camera from the pocket.

 

“Yes. Just a few pictures, kid. Get on the bed.” he said and I obeyed hesitantly.

 

I didn't like the idea of him taking pictures of me at all but more than that I wanted to get out of this room as fast as I could.

 

I sat on the bed and Jonathan pushed me to lie down on my elbows and turned on the camera. He gave me a perverted smile and took a picture.

 

“Good, open your jeans.” Jonathan said and I bit my lip nervously when I started to fumble with the button of my jeans.

 

This was worse than letting him fuck me. This was humiliating.

 

Jonathan took more pictures when I pushed my hand into my pants and I tried not to look at him.

 

“Look at the camera, Jason.” Jonathan said and I forced myself to look up without really looking at him.

 

“Good.” Jonathan grunted again and put down the camera for a moment to come closer.

 

I tensed and almost moved away from him when he took hold of my hips and lifted me up so he could pull my jeans down and off. He threw my jeans on the floor and picked up the camera again.

 

“Touch yourself. I want to get a picture where you're hard.” he said and I reached down with shaky hands.

 

I knew I was blushing and closed my eyes so I wouldn't see Jonathan. There was no way in hell that I was going to be able to get myself exited if I saw him with the camera.

 

It took me a long time to get myself to harden and it didn't help that Jonathan kept talking to me, apparently trying to help me by talking dirty. I felt like shouting to him to shut up but of course I didn't. I wasn't stupid. He hadn't hit me yet and I wanted to keep it that way. Finally Jonathan was pleased with the pictures he had and he put down the camera.

 

“Thanks, kid.” he said casually and before I could pull away from him, bent down to kiss me.

 

I stood still, knowing that the one thing Jonathan hated was when I pulled away in the middle of something. The man didn't like to be denied anything. My lips hurt again when he finally broke the kiss and snatched the key from the bedside table. He walked to the door and unlocked it while I hurried to get off the bed, get my jeans on and get out of the room.

 

I ran straight to the bathroom and locked the door. The first thing in my mind was washing away his touch from my skin. My stomach was cramping because of how hungry I was but I knew that I wouldn't be able to eat before I was clean. I turned the water on scorching hot before hopping in and scrubbing until my skin was bright pink and stinging.

 

When I left the bathroom, I pulled on the dirty jeans and wrapped a towel around my shoulders before leaving the bathroom. I was expecting to see Jonathan but the apartment seemed empty. I headed for my room and found a note on my mattress.

 

`Enjoy your meal, I'll see you tomorrow.'

 

Tomorrow, great, I thought bitterly and put on clean clothes. I needed to do laundry again, the little clothes I had were all dirty. I only owned few pairs of worn down jeans , about four oversized t-shirts and three hoodies beside underwear, anyway. I usually wore dad's hand me downs or stuff I found from charity shops. Just because I couldn't afford to really buy clothes. And I rarely left our building anyway so I didn't really need nice clothes. I sat on my mattress to eat and picked up the food with my fingers. It was already cold but still delicious and tears begun to run down my face. I felt disgusted with myself for basically whoring for food. I kept choking down the food until the boxes were empty and I was feeling sick. I curled up on my mattress and wept myself to sleep, just feeling like dying.