In his grasp 2

Used

** Joe’s POV **

I slam my phone onto my desk as my call has been ignored yet again! Why wasn’t I more careful when I was f*****g Demi. She meant nothing to me but I just can’t help myself when she throws herself at me. Her body is incredible and she’s extremely experienced when it comes to satisfying my needs. She is adventurous and I know that the more I f**k her senseless the more pissed off my dad will be when he finds out. I wanted to make sure that he was hurt and angry, just like he has made me throughout my life. I sighed and placed my head in my hands.

It was 3 in the afternoon now and I just couldn’t focus anymore. I needed to look for Lauren and make things right. Demi is fun to mess with but I can’t be without Lauren and if that means giving up my meaningless f***s in the office with Demi then so be it. I can’t just sit here anymore. I’m going to find her. 

I walked out of my office and told Cassie to cancel all appointments and take the rest of the day off. She looked confused but I left before she could ask me any questions. I rang Lauren’s phone one more time but she didn’t answer. I got in the car and drove towards my house.

**Lauren’s POV**

Helpless, restrained and terrified. Arthur turned on his dim lights and stepped towards me. I had tears begin to form in my eyes as I feared what he was going to do to me. “Arthur, let me go, please! I won’t tell Joe anything I swear”. He started cackling at me and said “you think I’m scared of my son”. He stepped closer to me and narrowed his eyes. “He’s just as evil as me Lauren” he snarled. I scrunched my face up in disbelief. Yes he may tie me up and use me but he does it respectfully. He doesn’t force me and he certainly doesn’t treat me the way this sadistic son of a b***h does.

Arthur walked over to the set of draws that were place below the cabinet that contained whips and pulled out a pair of long, sharp scissors. He turned to me smiling and said “let’s get you out of those clothes, they are are hiding your body from me”. He cut from the bottom of my shirt to the top. I wriggled but couldn’t move far and didn’t managed to stop him or even slow him down. He grabbed the middle of my bra that rest in between my cleavage and laid the scissors in place. “Mmmm I bed your n*****s are hard for me baby” he snarled and his words sent shivers up my spine. He snipped at my bra which released my breasts. He gazed at my chest for a moment and then placed the scissors aside. He grabbed my breasts with his hands and squeezed them. I wriggled and told him to get off of me but he ignored me completely.

“Look at those plump, young, t**s” he said in a trance as he played with them. 

“Let go of me Arthur!” I shouted. He slapped my face hard and then gritted his teeth. 

“What did you just call me?” I suddenly remembered the same slap he gave me when I called him Arthur in the office. 

“Mr Stone” I whimpered and he smiled. 

“There’s a good girl” he said trailing his fingers down my breasts and across my n*****s. I closed my eyes in disgust and kept wishing for him to stop. I’m never going to get out of this am I? What if I end up being like that girl who accused him of those horrible things? No Lauren, Ryan knows where you are and will come looking for you when you don’t show up to his house... I hope. However it was only the late afternoon and he isn’t expecting me until at least 7pm. 

I suddenly felt his fingers undo my jeans and pull them from my waist. I gasped as I thought of his hands all over my p***y. “Please Mr Stone, stop this” I begged and he looked up at me. “And why on earth would I do that, I’ve been waiting for this moment for months”. He snipped at my pants and I lifted my knee to connect it with his nose as hard as I could but I caught his mouth. 

“Ahh” he yelled in pain. “You little f*****g w***e”. It was as if I had switched his evilness into overdrive as he punched my rib with rage. I screamed and tears were rolling down my cheeks. He punched me again and then walked over to grab one of his whips.

“You think your funny little girl” he growled and hit my bare legs with his hard leather whip. I yelled out as the pain he was inflicting on my body increased. I pleaded and begged for him to stop. He finally dropped his whip and stormed towards me. He placed his fingers on my entrance and without a second thought he shoved them hard inside me. I groaned and wriggled. This was nothing like when Joe fingered me, he was gentle and seductive. Arthur was doing this with the intent of pain and his own satisfaction. He took his hands out as I pleaded for him to stop but what was to come was vicious and even more degrading. He undone his trousers and took out his piece and walked towards me.

“You are going to learn a bit of respect you little b***h” he snarled and placed it on the top of my p***y. Suddenly I heard the door from downstairs open as if it was right next to me. I looked up and found speakers in the corner of the room as if to alarm Arthur of any one entering the house. I screamed and yelled for attention and Arthur punched my stomach. I coughed as his punch winded me. “Stupid little girl, this room is soundproof and no one will hear you in here”. The speakers made sense, he couldn’t hear anyone coming when the door is closed. He shoved my ripped pants inside my mouth to muffle my voice and pulled his trousers back up. He exited the room leaving me there blooded and bruised. Soon enough the adrenaline died off and the pain was excruciating. I pass out.