The Waiting Game

The waiting Game Part 3.

Note: It has been... roughly two years since I wrote part 2 to this story. I completely forgot about it, and I apologize to those who have been yearning for part three.

Please note that this story is purely fictional and may have some kinks that might make some people uncomfortable. All characters are 18+ and everything is concentual. Please be aware that this story will discuss knifeplay, Mr. Knowles displays his sadistic behaviour, and Jess is being opened and exposed to her being a masochist. Remember, no judgement and consent is key!

I woke up with the slightest headache, I was covered in sweat and I felt like a weight was pressed into my waist. My eyes fluttered open and I looked around me to see that I was not in my bedroom, but I was in Mr. Knowles' bedroom. I tried to shift and move but he held me close to him, making it physically impossible to move.

The clock on the wall says it's 10 am, and I groaned loudly, I heard his laugh fill the room and I tried to turn to look at him, "Good morning beautiful." He whispered to me.

"Ugh, please don't speak so loud." My voice was barely above a whisper, he kissed my forehead before offering me some tylenol and water. I took it and began to get dressed before Clara woke up, I snuck out of his room and quickly went into mine when I saw Clara looking for me.

"Hey..." I trailed off, "You okay?" I asked softly, not knowing if she had a headache or not.

"Where were you?" She asked me with a slight accusing tone in her voice,

"I, uh, um," I stuttered, "I went out with a boy after Jake dropped us home."

"Oh? With?" She asked, starting to believe the lie I made up.

"...Justin?" I said, trying not to sound like I was lying right to her face.

"Oh! Right! Justin, I remember you dancing with him." She said with a huge smile, she sat down beside me and we scrolled through our phones. "How are you feeling?" We both asked each other at the same time.

"I have the slightest bit of a headache," I admitted, "I think I drank a bit too much last night." She admitted that she felt the same way. We laid and talked for a bit before her phone began to ring.

"It's my mom, give me two seconds." She whispered to me and I nodded my head. I got out of the bed and headed towards the bathroom where I showered and noticed my body was covered in hickeys.

"Fuck." I whispered to myself as I dried my body off. I hurried to put on a cute lounge set before I entered back into the room. I saw Clara sitting on the bed and I threw a pillow at her.

"What did your mom want?" I asked her and she rolled her eyes, "She is coming back early, says that she has to come back for a day or two then leave again." Clara mumbled.

I couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed, would Mr. Knowles forget about me? Would he go back to acting like he always did, treating me like I didn't even exist? The whole day seemed to drag on and he noticed it too, the shift in me.

He pulled me aside, "Hey, what's wrong?" He asked in a hushed tone.

"Nothing." I said, avoiding all eye contact with him.

"Jess, come on, I think I know you a bit better than that." He said with a stern tone.

"Your wife is coming back." I muttered bitterly.

"So, that's what this is about?" He asked, "Sunshine, come on, you know we're not doing the best, and she doesn't want anything to do with me." He explained.

I let out a sigh, "Yeah, sorry." I whispered before putting on a smile. He didn't seem too convinced that I actually believed him but he let it go. I spent the majority of the day avoiding him and then I heard the front door open.

"Simon, Clara?" Clara's mom called out from the front door.

Clara rushed to go greet her mom and I went as well to say hi. I felt Mr. Knowles' gaze on my back as I hugged Clara's mom.

There was a moment of silence before Clara dragged her mom into the kitchen so they could drink a glass of wine together and talk. I looked up at Mr. Knowles, "I never knew your first name was Simon." I said to him with a smirk on my face.

"You never cared to ask, Sunshine." He whispered to me.

"Well,

Simon

, I'll be heading into the kitchen now with your wife and daughter." I whispered to him before rolling my eyes.

It felt

awkward

. Everything just felt, I don't know... disgusting? Was I finally seeing clarity? I let my best friend's dad fuck me! He's married! What was I doing? But... Why can't I stop myself from wanting him either?

"I'll be staying for the night before I have to head out again." Clara's mother said with a sad look on her face.

"That's fine, Joyce, I've been taking care of Clara and Jess just fine." Simon said with a grunt.

"I never said you weren't." She muttered under her breath. I looked at Clara and knew an argument was about to surface.

And just like that, an argument did surface. Both of Clara's parents started yelling and screaming at each other and it was... terrifying. I've never once seen either of them so angry before. But why was it also so hot to see her father like that?

"I don't want you sleeping beside me tonight!" Joyce yelled out before storming upstairs and slamming the bedroom door shut. Clara followed after her, leaving me with her dad.

"A-Are you-" He gave me a look that told me to shut up.

"Not a single word." He said to me, the look in his eyes made me shiver and I nodded my head, slowly backing away. He reached out and grabbed me before I could get away and he wrapped his hand around my throat. "Sunshine, did I tell you to leave?" He asked me.

"N-No." I squeaked out in fear.

He could see the fear in my eyes, there was no hiding it. But it was as if he relished in it. He enjoyed it. My heart was pounding and I wanted nothing more than to go into my room and hide under the blankets. "Do I scare you right now, Sunshine?" He asked me in my ear.

I felt like I couldn't speak, I knew he was angry at his wife and just needed someone to take it out on. I tried to shake my head but it was no use, he knew I was terrified of him at that moment, but I also couldn't deny how wet my pussy got just from the look in his eyes.

"When I ask you a question, I expect an answer. Don't make me repeat myself." He said, the icy tone in his voice made me shiver.

"Yes." I squeaked out, "I am scared of you right now." I admitted. A devilish smirk was plastered on his face upon hearing my confession.

"Good. I like seeing you scared." He whispered to me, leaning down so his lips grazed my ear as he spoke to me in that deep, velvety voice that I've loved since I was 18. He released his grip on my throat and took my hand and brought me into his basement. I followed without asking any questions, but the second we approached a room with a hook on the ceiling and chains on a table, I looked at him with both confusion and worry in my eyes.

"W-What is this for?" I asked.

"You'll see, Sunshine." He said, anger still present in his tone.

"Wait, what about Clara, won't she look for me?" I asked in a worried tone. He had my phone in his hand when I said this and told me that he sent her a message saying that I was going out for a walk, and to have some space. "She won't believe that." I said to him, only for him to show me her response asking to bring her back a drink and cake pop from starbucks.

He began to circle me, as if I was prey to him and he was a predator. "Do you have a safe word, sunshine?" He asked me.

"A safe word?" I asked as I watched him circle me. "No." I whispered.

"We'll use the traffic system, Green means keep going or I'm okay, Yellow means to slow down or pause, and Red means a complete stop. Do you understand?" He asked as he paused his walking and stopped in front of me.

"Yes, I understand but why do I need a safe word?" I asked, still confused.

"Because I am angry right now, and when I'm angry, it unleashes something inside me, sunshine. I become a different man, a scary man, a

harmful

man." He whispered to me as he grabbed a length of chains.

"What do you mean?" I asked, even more scared than before.

"I try my best to keep this man hidden," He admitted, "I am not proud of the man I truly am, sunshine. I'm a sadist. I want to inflict pain on people. Specifically, you."

My eyes widened as he admitted that to me, "What?" I asked, wondering if maybe my ears weren't working to the best of their abilities.

"Don't make me repeat myself." He growled out and I nodded my head quickly. He grabbed my wrists and began to tie them using the chains before connecting them to the hook in the middle of the room. He walked towards a closet door and took out a few things, one of them included a knife. My breathing picked up and I was scared shitless. I've read about this in books and always wanted to try it, but right now, at this moment, I was terrified. The only sounds echoing in the dark, scary room were the chains rubbing together each time I tried to get a glimpse at Simon, and his shuffling as he gathered his supplies.

He walked over to me and held out the knife, cutting my clothes open and having them pool on the ground by my feet. I swallowed hard as he ran the dull side of the blade against my skin. "Tell me, do you know why I'm doing this?" He asked in my ear.

"Because you're angry and you need to blow off some steam?" I responded, hoping my answer was what he wanted to hear.

"That's right, cupcake." He said, "You're going to be my good little toy and you're going to take everything I give you like a good little slut, or there will be consequences, do you understand?" He asked in a voice I've never heard him use before. It was dark, and scary, as if he was possessed by a demon.

"Y-Yes." I squeaked out.

"Yes, who?" He asked, grabbing a fistful of my hair.

"Yes, Daddy." I gasped out.

"Good girl." He whispered in my ear before stepping away and taking his shirt off. He grabbed a flogger and my eyes widened even more. "This will hurt." He said before using it to strike me on my back and ass. My screams echoed in the room and I wondered why he didn't tell me to keep it down. As if he knew the question on my mind, he answered, "The room is soundproof."

He continued to strike me until tears were streaming down my face, but I couldn't help the wetness that rolled down my thighs. Simon walked up behind me and parted my legs and growled when he could smell the scent of my pussy filling the room.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" He asked before coating his fingers in my wetness. When I didn't answer, he slapped my pussy hardly a few times until I cried out an answer.

"Yes, I like it!" My wailing voice filled the area.

"I knew it, I knew you were a little macoshist." He laughed, even though his anger was still there. "Let's see how far you'll let me push you before you break."

He continued to inflict pain on me. I knew my body would be covered with bruises in the morning but I could care less, it felt so good to be treated like nothing but a toy for his use. He took his anger out on me in the best way possible.

"Do you want more?" He asked me as he began to take his pants off.

"Yes, please." I whimpered, seeing him jerk his cock, silently wishing he was fucking me rather than teasing me like this.

"Do you think you deserve it?" He asked with an amused tone.

"Yes, Daddy. I do." I whispered, my voice unsure. I could see his smirk and he walked behind me, without any warning, he pushed his cock into my tight pussy causing me to cry out in both pain and pleasure. He made sure his thrusts were slow and hard, deliberately teasing me to make me cry out in frustration.

"You don't deserve for me to fuck you the way you want." He growled out as he reached for a knife and dragged it up and down my back with the dull side. I was too lost in the pleasure to notice the sudden burning sensation on my back.

I began to cry out louder, "What are you doing?"

"Leaving a mark on you, my sunshine." He said as he continued to mark me using the knife in his hand. I could feel the blood pouring down my back, but so help me god I knew I was a masochist because I loved every second of it. My moans got louder and louder as he fucked me harder. I could hear the sound of my wetness echo in the room as he thursted in and out of me. "Yes, that's my good girl." He praised me as he could see the effect marking me had.

He dropped the knife on the floor and reached around and slid his hand between my legs, he found my clit within seconds and began to flick it up and down with his finger. If I wasn't chained up and held up by this hook, my legs would've given out from how good it felt. He used his free hand to wrap it around my throat, closing off my airways, making my orgasm reach an intensity I've never experienced before. My vision got blurry and I began to see spots but he didn't stop, and I didn't want him to stop either.

He let go of my throat, letting me breathe properly for a few moments before cutting off my airflow again. The sound of my staggered breathing mixed with the sound of skin slapping against one another. I could hear his breathing get harder and harder, knowing he was close.

"Do you think you deserve my cum in this tight little pussy?" He asked in my ear, I tried to nod but my attempts were futile as I couldn't move my head from how tight his grip was. "Answer me!" He yelled out and pinched my clit, causing me to nearly scream out in pleasure.

"Yes, yes, yes! I deserve it! Please!" I moaned out loudly once he released his grip on my throat. He moved his hand to my breasts and took time pinching and pulling each nipple until I was a shaking mess. I was bound and helpless, and I wanted nothing more than to have his cum fill my pussy up and then have it slowly drip down my thighs. I could feel another orgasm approach as he continued to flick my clit up and down with his finger.

His thrusts began to get faster, harsher, harder. I knew he was close, I knew he wanted nothing more than to cum deep inside me. "Who do you belong to, my little cumslut?" He asked as he pinched my clit a few more times, causing me to have a shaking, almost convulsing orgasm.

"You, I belong to you." I moaned out loudly as he filled my pussy with his hot, sticky cum. He pulled away from me and smiled before taking out his phone and taking pictures of me like I was nothing but an object. But I guess in this one moment I

was

nothing but an object to him.

"Look at how pretty you look, sunshine." He whispered to me as he showed me the pictures on his phone, something about being called pretty made me smile even though I looked like a mess. He showed me a picture of my back and I gasped loudly. Not only did he mark me, he... claimed me. "That's right, you're mine."

Simon + Jess

was carved into my back inside a heart.

I'm going to hell.

My back was covered in dried blood and he began to take me down from the hook holding up the chains that he bound me in. He held me close to him, peppering kisses on my face and I couldn't help but feel angry at myself.

Did I really let him do this to me? How could I let this happen? Am I crazy?

He silently worked, cleaning my wounds he inflicted on me, making sure I was taken care of and made sure I felt safe. He went upstairs and into my room, grabbing a few items of clothing before coming back downstairs. He helped me into them, then brought me towards a chair where he brushed my hair and braided it for me.

"I'm sorry if I took it too far." He said, finally breaking the silence. I looked up at him and I could see the remorse on his face.

"I... I enjoyed it a lot." I admitted.

"You did?" He asked, his tone surprised.

"Yes." I whispered, feeling ashamed.

He could sense my uneasiness and shame and tilted my chin up to look at him, "Don't be ashamed, sunshine. You discovered something new about yourself." He said to me.

"But this marking on my back, it's huge." I said with teary eyes.

"I may have gotten carried away." He admitted, "But that doesn't change the fact that you

are

mine."

"But-" I began to protest, only for him to cut me off.

"Mine. And if you ever forget, you just need to look in the mirror, my name on your back will remind you who you belong to." He growls.

I am going to hell for sure...

Note:

I hope you enjoyed it! Sorry for the long wait! What would you like to see in part 4?