Love me, daddy

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

“Where did you go? You know the supervisor was questioning us about you, I am probably sure she even complained to the headmaster,” Nat asked me. The classes were over at 4 pm and everyone returned back to their dorms, meanwhile, I was already in mine. I wasn’t in a mood to study today.

And I wasn’t worried about the headmaster doing anything to me. I needed to talk to him anyway.

“I am not scared of what people think, especially that supervisor ¬– who is she anyway?” I questioned as I furrowed my eyebrows together. There wasn’t a supervisor two months ago.

After this bitter response, I was rewarded with bright stares from both Amber and Nat who were in my room.

“She is Ms. Lyn, and yes, she is new.” Nat replied.

I rolled my eyes, “What do you guys do after classes?” I asked.

“We are instructed to stay inside our dorms and stay quiet, any unnecessary noises or chaos can punish you. Also, the bedtime is at 9 PM,” Nat explained.

Amber groaned and rubbed her hand on her head. “This is horrible! I don’t want to stay here, it was better if I was off home,” She walked back and forth in my room.

I placed my hand on her shoulder and calmed her anxiety down. “I am sorry, it’s my fault that I requested Ja–Mr. Black to re–admit you and Monica inside the school,” I paused for a second when that sole name ran across my head. “How is Monica taking all this?” I asked Nat.

She shrugged and responded, “I don’t know, I haven’t really seen her apart from French class. She has her own group of friends so I didn’t feel like talking to her,”

I nodded my head, “Is she also going to get punished if she did something wrong?” I inquired, giving Nat a cold gaze of curiosity.

“Yes, everyone is going to be punished,” Nat replied.

I felt happy but then I felt guilty, this was a hell and I dragged two people inside it along with myself.

I licked my lips and walked towards the window in my room, “So, what happens on weekend?” I asked.

“Nothing, since the exams passed by, we aren’t really allowed to linger around after 5 PM, even on weekends,” Nat explained.

“Hmm…”

After a bit more conversation with Amber and Nat, they left the room with sadness smeared on their faces. Everyone in this school was really sad and disappointed and so was I.

I closed my laptop and headed out of my room to complete a few tasks. I looked around the hallways and barely could even find a single girl. I walked towards Monica’s room which was just a minute away and when I reached the door, I knocked it, hoping she would open. I wanted to generally speak to her.

The door was soon opened and Monica came out, dressed in pajamas. She looked at me from up to down, she had a faint trace of irritation on her face and it clearly showed.

“What do you want?” She questioned as she leaned on the wooden door.

“How are you? I just wanted to see you…and maybe apologize for expelling you out of this school earlier,” I replied before narrowing my eyes down in shame.

She sighed and replied, “I take it! Come in,”

Monica invited me inside her room and then slammed the door behind me. I flinched upon that voice.

She came back to me and stood straight. “Why do you seem to be so scared of me? I’m not going to kill you,” She grunted before sitting down her computer table chair.

“I wanted to talk about James,” Before I could continue, she spoke.

“Isn’t he your now?”

My lips parted away, “Yeah,” I gulped before containing, “But he has changed, like completely. All these new rules and strictness is terrifying me,” I threw my hands on my air to express my feelings.

“What happened between you relationship?” Monica asked with curiosity in her tone. There was no one else who I could talk about my relationship apart from Monica. She had literally the same relationship as me.

Maybe she could help me.

“A few months ago, a few things happened in the school and he expelled me too. I went away and he thought I went back to my mother but I didn’t. He found me in the club a few weeks later and then from there, things f****d up. I got pregnant and I aborted the kid and I met his mother too. Then two months ago James dropped me off to my father’s house, for the time being, until the school didn’t start again.” I explained quickly. I remembered everything part of everything I had with James. I don’t think I could ever forget it.

The pregnancy. The child. The death. His mother. His abuse. His love.

“That’s horrible!” Monica exclaimed. “Did James ask you to abort the kid?”

I shook my head quickly and replied, “No! He wanted the kid and he was really happy but I didn’t want one because I thought I wasn’t capable to bear a child,”

Monica nodded her head, “I think that’s what bought a change in his behavior. I saw him today and he was nothing like I knew. He seemed arrogant and really messed up.” She sighed.

“What should I do? I love him…” I trailed off by telling the truth. My feelings for James were authentic and if I was the one who changed his behavior to this, then I am going to be the one who is going to change it back.

She shrugged, and pouted, “Maybe you should get pregnant with his child again?! Killing a small being is really cruel, Maria.”

I moved my eyes away in shame. I did regret that decision and I wanted to change it. Maybe if got pregnant again, he’d be normal…with me at least.

I bit my lips and thought about it. Meanwhile, Monica stood up and grabbed a packet of chips.

“I found James in his best behavior. He was the kindest person then and he literally did everything I wanted him to do. We started having s*x and the goodness in him began to trouble me a lot so I forced him to be aggressive and maybe…abusive. Now I see him, all changed and psychotic, it really terrifies me.” Monica explained as she darted her eyes across the room. There was a hint of sadness in her voice.

He wasn’t ever kind to me.

“I know, he told me about you,” I replied. I turned around and left the room after that. They were many reasons of my James was now cruel and violent.

It wasn’t only me or Monica, it was his mother too! I needed to her soon but only if I could get out of this prison.

I sneaked out of the building without any worker notice me and I went up to James’ room because I wanted to see him again. I wanted to hug and sleep with him. I wanted to feel his skin on mine.

The office was empty and so was the waiting area. The receptionist was gone and the lights were switched off because it was getting dark.

I went towards James’ room and without knocking, I grabbed the door handles and gentle pushed it open. His room was dark too and I couldn’t find him until I stepped inside.

James was standing by the window, his back faced on me and he was smoking…a cigarette. The cold wind was gushing inside from the window and I felt a bit of remorse for James because he shirtless.

His well–sculpted, muscular back came in my view and for a moment, it excited me but then the tattoo appeared under the bruises his mother had given him. I placed my hand on it and he flinched immediately before turning around.

When he saw me, he quickly threw the cigarette aside and closed the window.

“What are you doing here?” James asked.

My hands never left his bare body. Trailing them up to his jaw, I stopped and replied, “I wanted to see you,”

After that, I stared at him for a whole minute. My gaze never separated from his eyes.

“I love you, James,” I stood higher on my feet and kissed him, really gently, without any force or aggression. I wanted love, I didn’t want pain anymore. I was tired of receiving it! But he grabbed the back of my hair and pulled me into a deeper kiss.

I immediately pulled away, “Can you be less violent and kiss me nicely?” I asked as I pouted.

He looked away and shook his head. “I like to be like this and if you don’t like it, then I don’t care.” It seemed like he was wretched from my words.

I moved his face back towards me and said, “Okay fine, I will go your way…just how you like it,”

A smile crept onto his lips and he leaned down like hungry animal and kissed me with passion. After a few seconds of kissing, he pushed me down on the bed and hovered over me. He tightened his hand around my neck so I couldn’t move anywhere and then he continued to rip apart my clothes.

His lips latched onto the flesh of my collarbone and he traced down aggressive kisses towards my n****e.

“f**k!” I moaned as he bit onto it. He turned his attention back to me when he heard that moan.

“Do you want me to f**k you?” James asked and I nodded my head but he still seemed discouraged. “And what if you get pregnant again?” He continued.

“I’m on birth control, I won’t get pregnant,” I assured him. I wasn’t on birth control and I lied to him. I wanted him to breed me so I could be pregnant and then he could be happy. His happiness mattered a lot to me and even if it was damaging my own soul.

After hearing that response, James undid his pants quickly and we both stripped bare. He kept me secured underneath his body. He pushed my legs apart and placed his hand on chest before rubbing his hardened d**k on my p***y.

It slithered around my wetness and caused me to tremble out of extreme excitement. I tightly gripped onto the sheets and waited for him to shove his d**k inside me…he didn’t.

“Beg for it,” He said as he continued to rub his erect d**k outside.

“f**k, please,” I begged as I grabbed his hand and moved my body closer to his d**k but no avail. He moved himself back.

“That’s not how you beg,” James argued. Not now! Jesus!

“Please, please, f**k me,” I repeated but he still didn’t.

“Does my w***e want to be f****d?” He asked and I squirmed before nodding my head. “Use your words,”

“Yes,” I breathed out loudly. “Please, please, daddy.” I mumbled under my breath.

James placed his hand on his ear and leaned down to me, “I can’t hear you,”

“Please, f**k me, daddy,” I sobbed again. His attention quickly turned back to my p***y and he entered without any warning. I tried to squirm back as his d**k enters fully inside me but he grabbed onto my waist and stopped me from moving.

“Now, now, stay in place. Isn’t this what you wanted?” He asked as he pounded in. He grabbed my thighs and moved them a bit up to my chest.

“f**k,” I cried out of pain and pleasure. My p***y twitched around his fully–erect d**k and he noticed it.

He wrapped his hands around and throat and turned his eyes back to me, “Open your mouth,” He ordered as he continued to pound hardly.

His fingers went down to my p***y and he rubbed it gently before moving them inside my mouth. He pushed my head back and forced me my wetness.

I c*m in a few minutes of him pushing his d**k inside and out of me aggressively but it takes more time for him to c*m. As he is about to come, he pulled out his d**k.

I quickly jolted closer to him, “No, no, c*m inside me, please,” I begged as I grabbed his hands. “Please, daddy,”

He moved his d**k back inside my p***y and pushed it all the way back. I felt the length of his d**k reach up to my pelvis. Soon, he came inside me, the warmth of his c*m fills me from the inside even after he stopped.

I rested on the bed, trying to get control of everything that just happened. I was still out of breath and extremely tired.

James sat beside me and kissed me on my lips, he gently pulled my bottom lip and bit, causing me to groan out of pain.