Other Fan Fiction ❯ Stolen ❯ Aftermath ( Chapter 12 )

Chapter 12 - Aftermath

 

The water continued to cascade down over her. Her fingers had become wrinkled an hour ago but she still didn't move. She tried as hard as she could to concentrate on the rivulets of water as they continued to trace new and winding paths down the tile in front of her but there were some things you just can't shut off no matter how hard you try. There were images and memories that she just couldn't push out of her mind at the moment and recollections like the sounds he'd made. Why did he have to keep his mouth right next to her ear the whole time? She'd been forced to endure every shudder, heavy breath, every moan and every grunt.

 

She kept staring at the rivulets of water on the tiles even as tears trailed down her cheeks. Her breath was now coming out in clipped inhales and leaving in uneven exhalations.

 

She'd started to back out at the last minute but he'd reminded her of what was at stake.

 

“Do I need to let my employers know that I've rethought my position?” He'd asked as he'd stopped unbuttoning his shirt. He waited a moment and started to leave when she hadn't answered.

 

“Wait!” She'd nearly cried out. “Don't go.” She knew she sounded pitiful but she just couldn't help it.

 

“Alright, then you know what you need to do.”

 

He hadn't said another word the rest of the time. None of the expected taunts or insults came to pass but that didn't make it any better. He'd watched her undress in shaky, jerky movements while he removed his own clothes as though the situation were perfectly normal. It might have only lasted five minutes like he said it would but it may have lasted for over an hour for all she knew. She'd gotten on the bed and lay down with her eyes shut so tightly that it made her cheeks ache from the effort. She'd felt the bed dip. She felt him lay on his side next to her and she felt one of his hands trace a simple line with his fingertips from the mid of her thigh, up to her hip and onto the indentation of her waist. It hadn't stopped there but the fingertips became the whole of his hand as it smoothed up her arm, onto her shoulder and then rounding to come to rest on the flat of her chest just above her breasts.

 

It had lingered there, unmoving for what seemed like forever. She didn't dare open her eyes. She was terrified to see whatever expression he may have been wearing at that moment. She didn't want to see what could have been lust or worse, cold smugness. After his moment of just holding his hand to her chest, he'd shifted once again and the next thing she knew he was on top of her and spreading her tensed thighs with his own. He'd rested on his elbow with one of his hands entangled in her hair and the other resting down on her hip and then he…

 

She started to sob. She felt dizzy and sick. She couldn't force herself to stand anymore so she rested herself against the wall. Slowly and unconsciously she slid down the tile until she was then sitting in the still cascading water at the bottom of the tub. Great, wracking sobs were expelled from her chest as she covered her face with her hands. These weren't the first tears she'd shed. Even though she hadn't been aware of it, she'd cried the whole time. From the first time he touched her; to the moment he got off the bed and left her just lying there.

 

She didn't even know how long she remained motionless on the bed before dashing to the bathroom to wash away his touch. The worst part of it was feeling what he left behind drip down her thighs as she'd stumbled in. Now that she sat in the tub and her sobs slowly died down, she started to think which was something she hadn't been able to do since she agreed to his proposition. He hadn't used a condom. He hadn't pulled out and she wasn't on any kind of medication. What if...?

 

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

 

 

Jackson stood leaning on the door frame of her washroom in which she remained unaware of his presence. He listened to every sound she made and could clearly make out her form through the translucent shower door. He'd watched with uncaring eyes as she slumped down and sobbed away her hurt and hopelessness. He couldn't help but wonder what it felt like. He wondered if it were truly as devastating as she was making it sound. Quietly, but not caring if he was discovered, he walked over and sat on the closed toilet seat and continued to observe his little bird.

 

He'd thoroughly enjoyed himself. She was warm and despite her thin, delicate build, quite soft. Her skin was smooth and fair. Her muscles would twitch and jerk every time he touched her and he even kept that to a minimum for a couple of reasons. The biggest being that he was very eager and the next that he'd planned it to be a minimalist affair to begin with. He could take his time later when she became more accustomed to the practice but for the moment, he was just getting her prepped for things to come. She'd been dry as a bone, just as he'd suspected she would be. This was the real world after all and women didn't just cream up because a guy with a hard-on was in the same room. As nice as it might have been to have her react that way, she didn't but he was prepared for such a non-reaction. Artificial lubricants were almost as good as the real thing anyway and had the added bonus of being readily available at a moments notice like today. Just smear a little here and a little there and voilá, instantly ready woman!

 

He wanted to chuckle at that thought but held back. For the moment, her state of unawareness was fun in and of itself. She was going to freak out when she realized he was there and he looked forward to the display.

 

Her sobs died down until he could no longer hear them above the quiet din of the running shower. He could just barely make out through the glass when her hands dropped from covering her face.

 

“Oh god.” He heard her whine beneath the water. He wondered exactly what thought had prompted that reaction but when he saw the blurry silhouette of her hands fall to her stomach, he got a fairly good idea of what she must be thinking. Perhaps now would be a good time to make his presence known.

 

“You're not pregnant.” He said a little louder than his normal tone in order to make sure she heard him clearly over the sounds of the water. Her reaction was immediate, as though the tub bottom had suddenly become red hot. She'd started to shoot to her feet only to slip on the wet surface and fall back down to the bottom with an undignified thump and splash.

 

“GET OUT!” She screamed.

 

“I don't think so.” He'd continued in the same tone. He could see that she was breathing heavily.

 

“God, please get out!” She pleaded but her change in tactic had no effect on the monster that sat outside what should have been a sanctuary. Instead he just sat there.

 

“No. Now get a hold of yourself, it's not like you to be so pathetic.” He heard her breathing stop the moment he said it before it began again in a much more controlled and what he was sure was an anger driven state of mind.

 

It was a long time before anything else was said before she finally broke the silence by finally speaking while she turned off the water. “What do you want?” Came her infuriated voice from behind the rippled glass.

 

“Me? Nothing at the moment, I'm feeling particularly satisfied at the present time. I was just alleviating any fears you might have been having.” He said smugly and normally as the water was now silent. A few moments of silence passed and Jackson noticed that Lisa wasn't moving a muscle. He stood, pulled a towel off of a shelf as Lisa was not allowed towel racks at the moment and walked over to the shower door. The moment he started to slide it open Lisa jumped to her feet and her hand shot to the inner handle to prevent him from succeeding in his goal.

 

He laughed once. “Really Lisa, why all the pretense now. I said I didn't want anything more and now that we've fucked do you really need to continue to preserve that silly modesty of yours. I'm flattered but it's not necessary.”

 

Lisa didn't move or say a word.

 

“I'm stronger Leese so this will just be an exercise in futility if you make me force my way in there.”

 

Still nothing.

 

“Move. Your. Hand.” His voice was so low and cold that it sent shivers down her spine.

 

“You're not going to do anything?”

 

“It wouldn't matter if I was going to or not. Why do you constantly ask me to make promises Leese that you're already sure yourself I'm either going to refuse or break? Now quit wasting my time and yours by letting me open the door before I run out of patience. Besides, it's your fault for taking such a ridiculously long shower that ran into the normal dinner time.”

 

She didn't want to fight right now because she was too exhausted. Reluctantly Lisa moved her hand.

 

Jackson let a long moment pass before he slid open the door. He smirked at the way she tried to conceal her nudity from him but passed the towel to her all the same.

 

“Now really, was all the drama necessary?” He asked as she quickly wrapped herself in the white terrycloth. “Get dressed and hurry because the food will get cold.” With that said, he turned and walked out of the little bathroom. She just stood there simply wanting to cry again the moment he was out of the room. She just couldn't wrap her mind around him, his actions and his motives. She didn't know how to fight it. She didn't know how to stop it and she was starting to feel lost in the web he'd built around her.

 

She was terrified to do anything except exactly what she knew he wanted her to. Right now, after everything that had happened, she just felt lost and she had no idea how to find herself again.

 

 

KingSamuraiJack - Ahhh yes, the choice. I can only imagine that it would be more difficult for her because of her past. As you saw, she didn't really try to evade him and the lemon was minimalistic. Perhaps there will be more graphic ones later but this one was pretty cut and dry sex anyway.

angelsfalltearfully - He may have broken her in the short run but Lisa is far from done fighting. Thanks for the praise.