Jake paced his living room floor wondering if he should pick up the phone and make the call that he had been longing to make all day long. He had woke up with a sense of excitement that he hadnât felt in a long time. A whole year had passed since he last saw his angel. Narissa. His missed her so much that he ached. There wasnât a day that went by when he didnât think about her since he had let her go.
Letting her go had been the hardest thing that he had ever done. He had made a promise to Tim however, that he wouldnât make contact with Narissa for a full year. Tim had originally asked Jake to stay away from Narissa forever, but after seeing the despair in Jakeâs eyes, Tim had conceded and agreed to only a year. A year would give Narissa a chance to settle into her new life without the threat of Jake hovering around.
Tim would periodically tell Jake what Narissa was up to and through these reports, Jake learned that Narissa was happy and moving on with her life rather nicely. Jake knew he should have been happy for her and he was, but he was still miserable nonetheless. After what he had done to her, Narissa was entitled to her happiness.
Tim had been right; he was a bastard. Jake didnât know exactly when it happened but he began to view women as instruments to be used for his amusement. Not knowing whether it was his looks or his money that drew women to him, there were always women in fulfill his needs. They were all the same to him. Women liked to pretend that they were prim and proper but behind closed doors, they were nothing but whores.
There were plenty of Jakeâs former flames who enjoyed his parties, fucking any available person who had a cock or a pussy. His favorite part of the relationships had been one on one time, where he would tie them up and administer a few lashes with his favorite toys, and then he would fuck them thoroughly. They all enjoyed it, and his ego grew with each conquest. No woman could resist him for long.
When the relationships were over, he would buy his current lady an expensive bauble as a parting gift and send them on their way. If they protested then that was their problem, not his. When it was over, it was over.
Jake had never really had a high opinion of women. He could remember from an early age how miserable his mother had made his father. Sometimes Jake would wake up in the middle of the night to hear his parents screaming at each other at the top of their lungs. The arguments were usually about the same thing, his father was angry from being denied sex with his wife. After a while, the arguments stopped. Bill Daniels stayed away from home as often as he could. Jake had always been aware of his fatherâs affairs, which he blamed on his motherâs frigidness, but when Jake found out about his motherâs infidelities he never looked at her the same way again. She was a hypocrite but, Mary Daniels had always played the put upon victim, suffering the unwanted attentions of an oversexed husband. She wasted no chance in belittling her husband in front of anyone and everyone.
The infidelities of his mother and father, didnât bother him so much as his father choosing to remain with a woman who denied her body to him, but yet gave it so freely to others. Jake had vowed from then on that he would never let a woman treat him the way his mother treated his father. He vowed that he would always hold the upper hand, which was probably why he couldnât stand being with any woman for more than a few months. That was however, before he had met Narissa Lewis.
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He didnât know what it was that had drawn him to her but he had wanted her and why shouldnât he have her? No woman said no to him. Ever. He had to have her. Soon his days became consumed with thoughts of her. The more he discovered about her, the more he wanted her. He decided that he would keep her. It suited him to know that eventually he would be the one providing her food, clothing and shelter. Her livelihood would depend on him. He had plans of seducing her with his glamorous life and she would fall into his plans, but it didnât happen that easily.
He was obsessed with her but he didnât care. He thought about his plans for her every second of the day and it excited him and frightened him at the same time. He couldnât believe this innocent young girl had the power to make him feel this way, but he would soon possess her and show her who was in control, he told himself.
Somewhere along the line, he fell in love with her, but he didnât recognize the emotion in the beginning because he had never felt anything close to it for any woman before. All he knew was that thoughts of her with other men or the thoughts that she kept hidden from him drove him to a jealously that he didnât know he was capable of feeling. He knew she often thought about escaping him and that only made him mad. When she finally made her escape attempt, it drove him to such a violent rage that he unleashed upon her the worst punishment he had ever given to any woman before.
He had wanted her to fear him so he could keep her in line. He needed to make her aware that there were grave consequences if she tried to leave him again. Her cries and screams did not penetrate through the barrier he had placed over his emotions as he whipped her. All he could think about was how she had tried to leave him. Hadnât he taken good care of her? Hadnât he showered her in jewelry and expensive clothes and yet she wanted to leave him.
When she hung limply after passing out, he finally had the good grace to feel some degree of shame. Never had be resorted to such extreme measures of discipline with anyone but all his brain had been able to register was that she had tried to escape. He undid her bondage and carried her back to her room. An overwhelming sense of guilt washed over him as he examined her back. The last thing he had intended to do was mar her beautiful brown skin. He touched her back reverently.
âNo Jake. Please let me go.â She had whimpered. Narissa was still unconscious but she was obviously in the throes of a nightmare.
At her words, all sense of guilt deserted him. Ungrateful bitch. He would teach her. He would teach her that she would never escape him. He was so angry in that moment that he devised a plan to make her his guest of honor at his party.
He saw the humiliated look in her eyes when he placed the dog collar around her neck and he nearly had second thoughts, but when she tried to pull away from him, it only hardened his resolve. During the party, he had convinced himself that she was enjoying herself, especially as she was spread out on the table for his guests to enjoy. He told himself that there was no need for the guilt that he felt, besides, this wasnât the first time that he had ever put a woman on display like this. This was however, the first time that he was jealous because of it. As he watched Sergei pumping away at Narissaâs ass, his blood began to boil. Not even Sonny who sucking earnestly on his cock could take his mind off of the scene in front of him.
His eyes locked with Narissaâs. Her bottom lip was poked out in a pout and it quivered ever so slightly. All he could think about was taking that bottom lip in his mouth while he thrust his cock into her pussy. He could almost smell the scent of her from across the room and that did it. She was his Goddamit! He wasnât going to let anyone touch her ever again. He shoved Sonny roughly off of him not bothering to spare her feelings, since he had made it clear to her many times that they were finished. When
Narissa was freed from her bondage, he picked her up and carried her upstairs to his room where he fucked he senseless. Narissa had been hot for him. Her pussy was so wet that he had easily slid into her. The sex with Narissa was like nothing else he had ever experienced. Afterwards when they lay breathless in each others arms she finally admitted that she was his. He held her tight as she fell asleep.
Later that night he woke up with his dick harder than a rock. Unable to wait for her to wake up, he turned her over and gently parted her thighs. Her cunt was still slick from his seed. He slid slowly into her sheath and began to move. Narissa slowly came to, making a satisfying mewing sound in the back of her throat. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips. She felt so good. Her pussy was so warm and tight. He kissed her lips, savoring the sweet taste of her. His hands roamed the length of her body while his tongue mimicked the thrusting of his cock. He came shortly after she did. He didnât immediately pull out of her. He wanted to enjoy the feel of her a little longer. He knew then that he would never tire of making love with her. Making love, he thought reflectively. This was the first time that he had ever made love to any woman.
The next morning, something didnât feel right. He left Narissa sleeping and he felt confident that she no longer wanted to leave him but something was still bothering him. It was only when Tim had ripped him a new one, at lunch Jake finally realized what he had been fighting since he had laid eyes on Narissa Lewis. He was in love with her.
Jake had stubbornly convinced himself that because he wanted her, he should have her. It hadnât mattered to him if Narissa had never admitted to having feelings for him because she was his and that was all there was to it.
Jake felt like an asshole. He was everything that Tim accused him of being. He thought back guiltily at all the things he had done to her. He had treated Narissa like a whore when she didnât deserve it. What the hell was wrong with him? His hands fell into his face and he felt as if he couldnât breath. He didnât want to do it, but he knew what he had to do.
From the restaurant, he drove. He drove twelve hours straight only stopping for gas. He ended up in a run down hotel on the outskirts of Canada. Images flitted through his head. He thought about how he had cost Narissa her job, her school, and her apartment. He thought of the frightened look on her face when he first beat her. He thought of the utter humiliation at his hands as he led her into the dining room buck- naked.
