Other Fan Fiction ❯ Stolen ❯ Aftermath ( Chapter 15 )

AN: Wow, what can I say but sorry for the extremely long wait. Sometimes real life interrupts my fantasy life. I'll try to start updating regularly again but please bear with me. I will stress that even though it may seem like I'm not going to finish at times, I always will. If a story never gets finished then it's a pretty sure bet that I'm dead or in a coma. Since I don't plan on letting either of those happen, it will eventually come to an end. Thanks to everyone who's stayed with this and I hope you enjoy this long overdue installment.

 

Chapter 15 - Aftermath

 

Jackson sat at the bar with his paperwork glancing at the door of Lisa's current room and smiled. It had been a very pleasurable experience but unfortunately it lacked perfection. He'd disregarded Lisa's coping mechanism by allowing her to keep her eyes closed through the duration of their fornication experience for a second time in a row. The first occasion had been acceptable, even expected. But by her continuously engaging in this habit, it simply wasn't appropriate or wise. Since he was well aware that she had no desire to share his bed, keeping her eyes closed time after time could actually cause further problems. It was all a matter of psychology. If he allowed her to continue to close him out, eventually her mind would be able to shut out the traumatic experience entirely. That was not what he wanted. He needed her to come to accept her situation, not withdraw from it. She could develop a slue of annoying and difficult to reverse psychoses and in the end; it would be to Lisa as though he weren't even fucking her at all.

 

Regardless of being aware of all these facts, he'd given in to her not too subtle request to keep her eyes closed. He placed the blame mostly on his need to get right down to the pleasurable business of the moment and only partly on her quiet plea. He needed to get his hormones under control. I'm not some teenager for God's sake. There were far more important issues he needed his focus on besides his own lusts. He just found his lurid desires incredibly powerful every time he succeeded in bargaining his way between her thighs.

 

“Look at me.” He commanded. He'd already spent and inordinate amount of time, a very arousing time, orally between her legs. This was a necessary step, committing such acts to her body in order to get her used to the moment. Eventually it might have the desired effect of actually causing her pleasure and eliciting her arousal in return. At the moment it was only an exercise in repetitious acclimation but seemingly one in futility in the short run. It hardly mattered that it did nothing for her sexually but surprisingly it left him very eager to continue. For some reason, he'd always been a big fan of eating a woman out. Though he always found the presence of that particular proclivity of his odd, he had never been able to logically justify it. He was a selfish creature by nature so why he would thoroughly enjoy cunniligus, an act solely meant for another's pleasure, was a mystery to even him.

 

She'd kept her eyes closed and remained silent. “Open your eyes.” He'd said with a bit more authority and force as he'd settled between her tense but spread legs. This time she responded.

 

“Please don't make me. Not after what you already showed me.” She'd pleaded, tears leaking from her tightly closed eyelids.

 

He'd stilled his forward progress for a moment, considering her request. Upon retrospect, he should not have acceded to her appeal. He allowed her to win. Without any further comment, shrugging mentally, he'd pressed himself into her, relying on his own saliva as the day's lubricant of choice. He'd lasted a great deal longer this time, much to his own delight. After the euphoria of his release left him, he'd realized his mistake and had then taken steps that he hoped would somewhat rectify it.

 

He'd slipped of the bed, making no move to conceal his nudity and pulled at her wrist. It was amusing. He'd just had his hands all over her body in the most intimate of ways but it was this simple and non sexual contact that made her jump.

 

“Come on.” She'd opened her puffy eyelids furrowing her brow. He answered her silent question. “Let's get you cleaned up.” That was when she'd put up resistance. Again, he was struck by the irony of her reaction to the two situations; the one that had just ended moments ago in the bed and the one that was just beginning. “You just let me fuck you but it's now that you decide to be difficult. Quit being ridiculous.”

 

Apparently, the idea struck her as odd as well because for a moment she ceased her little battle with him. When they were about halfway to the bathroom, she uncharacteristically spoke up.

 

“Why do you have to do this?” She asked plaintively.

 

Jackson just rolled his eyes. How many God damned times was he going to have to explain all of this to her? He was beginning to suspect that maybe his little Lisa was not quite as intelligent as he'd originally conceived. Maybe all those antics on the plane had been an amazing set of flukes. In a move she hadn't been expecting, he'd suddenly jerked her from her position behind him directly into the wall next to the bathroom door. Without a word, he'd pressed his nude frame against hers kissing her hard. She didn't even react at first; stunned by the sudden seemingly impulsive movement. Jackson rarely acted impulsively, if ever.

 

Before she'd had a chance to fight back, Jackson deepened the kiss. His hand left her wrist and joined its partner to tangle in her auburn hair. The moment she overcame her shock and began to resist, he released her mouth but didn't release her body from the wall.

 

“This is why.” He'd said in a tone that implied he shouldn't have to explain any further. Rolling his eyes for the second time in the past few minutes seeing the same confused expression on her face, he asked “Jesus Leese, what to I have to do to get this through that unbelievably thick skull of yours? Write a `Why I Do What I Do' book for dummies?”

 

The look of understanding he was hoping for did not cross her face.

 

“Fine. Let's try this again, shall we?” He didn't move from where he held her against the wall and she didn't struggle as she was too focused on what he was about to tell her to take notice of her compromising position. “I'm doing all of this for you.” He noted her incredulous look. “Come on Leese, not in that sappy sort of way. Look, I want you and the only way I could have you was by bringing you here. Any other option would have just ended in your untimely death. Now I know that you would definitely prefer that option but you are just too wrapped up in the present and can't see what the future could hold for you.”

 

She still looked confused but still remained motionless.

 

“Alright, how about we take another approach to your question. You hate me right?”

 

“What kind of question is that?”

 

“Just answer it. Humor me.”

 

“I hate you more than anything in this world.”

 

“Okay. Nothing too surprising there. Now you've hated me for quite some time now, probably starting on the plane right?” She nodded absently.

 

“Excellent. Now here's my point so listen up and don't get too upset when it finally sinks in. Do you think that even for a split second that on the first day I brought you here, I would have had any chance what so ever to have held you against this wall, with both of us completely naked, without any form of threat, verbal or otherwise, without you struggling in the least?” He watched her intently and knowledge started to dim across her face. She was starting to get it.

 

“It's not like you ever consciously thought you'd allow me to do this. Hell, in the beginning, I couldn't look in your direction without your flinching but now...” He leaned in and kissed her neck. Though she tensed, she still proved his point superbly. “Now I have no doubts that my revealing all this to you will halt any of the forward progress I've made so far but in the end, it won't matter. Eventually, I'll get exactly what I want because I'm the one holding all of the cards and I know exactly how to play them.”

 

He moved to kiss the other side of her neck but this time she had the where with all to begin to resist. He ended her new rebellion quickly, the way one ends the bad behavior of a wayward pup. He didn't smack her on the nose but he jarred her against the wall to still any movement she intended to make.

 

“You're the one that asked for this little explanation so why don't you just let me finish?” He smirked when she didn't move and reached up to wipe away the first tear to trickle from her eyes.

 

“While I applaud you're stubbornness in the matter, it will get you nowhere. I'm not saying that I'm smarter than you or that you're weak for having let me get you this far without your being conscious of it but rather, I'm just saying that this form of adaptation would inevitably happen to anyone. Some just succumb to it a bit more easily than others.”

 

He stopped for a moment to let that sink in. “Now I'm going to get a little technical here so stop me at any point if I lose you. It's a survival mechanism that every animal on the planet possesses. Without it, the species wouldn't stay alive and that includes, you guessed it, humanity as well. You'll allow yourself to fall into these patterns that you have because they don't cause you further pain. They don't threaten your survival or more to the point of you, I don't threaten your life when you follow them. You can try to get out of it by choosing suicide, but after this initial trauma ends, that option will begin to sound less and less attractive. Besides, I took that choice away from you right off the bat with my little promise about your Dad, didn't I?

 

Lisa closed her eyes. She'd heard enough of his insipid psychology lesson for the moment. She couldn't stand to listen to anymore and she desperately needed to believe that every last word of it was complete and utter bullshit. She hated the way he made the most ridiculous idea sound plausible not wanting to believe that she'd eventually stop fighting all together. She couldn't believe it but when he pointed out her lack of struggle at the moment, she just didn't know what to do. The more he made her think about it, the worse it seemed to get. She still couldn't work up the energy to fight him and what made it worse was that she felt unable to try. She just wanted him to leave her alone though she knew that would never happen. Finally, she found some small will to fight back.

 

From her position against the wall, she pushed against him but he held fast not letting her budge. At least he shut up. She couldn't listen to anymore of it. After a moment, she gave up and they just stood there. She had her eyes cast to the floor while he continued to study her face carefully. Minutes passed and neither one of them moved. Every moment made her more uncomfortable, if that was even possible. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. She met his gaze and the moment she did, he released her, stepping away.

 

“Shall we?” He asked, completely nonchalant as he motioned to the bathroom door. Lisa closed her eyes briefly and took a steadying breath feeling cold and utterly foolish when she walked into the bathroom with him right behind her.