Who's in Control

Samuel "Sam" Bradley || 28

♦ Nicole ♦

Two years ago, my father passed away. He was everything to me, and he died. Most people knew him as “The Rev”. My mom took it harder than any of the guys or I did. She turned to drugs and alcohol. I took care of her more often than she took care of me. I could have kicked her out if I wanted. My father left me the house, everything that he had. Why I didn’t kick her out, I had no idea. She was at one point an amazing mother, but she quickly went from the best mother in the world, to the worst.

At one point, she had managed to dig her claws into another poor sap. Sam. He wasn’t just any random guy off the streets. No. He was a rich man, and not only was he so rich he had money coming out his ass, he was also the owner of the record label that my father’s band was signed onto. He was anything but a good man. I hated him with a passion. Snapping myself out of my thoughts, I began to get dressed. Heading down to the kitchen, I saw the devil himself sitting at the island.

I walked over to the fridge and pulled the door open, making sure to ignore his presence. Grabbing a monster out of the fridge, I closed it. Cracking it open, I took a sip before grabbing my purse. Heading for the door, I could feel his eyes on me. “What?” I growled out, slowly turning to look into his brown eyes. I loathed the man, it was known between all of us. Even he knew that I hated him and how he acted.

Sam

The only reason that I still hung around Nicole's mother was because I hadn't had a piece of her yet. Nicole was a gorgeous young woman, that was something I would never be able to deny. From the moment that I had first seen her, I knew that I wanted to taste her. To know what she would loo like, gasping and wriggling beneath me as I took her to places that she never thought possible. I wasn't used to being told no but with Nikki, it seemed like that was all that she knew when it came to me. At first, I had tried to be sympathetic because she had just lost her father who I had known somewhat well. He had been the drummer of one of my most successful bands, whom I tended to get to know since they made me so much money.

Nicole's mother was off God only knew doing what and I was sitting, reading the newspaper with a cup of coffee in my hands. When I noticed Nikki step into the room, I glanced up over the top of my mug. My eyes immediately narrowed when I saw the outfit she was wearing. My eyes flickered down, appreciating her for a moment before I cleared my throat. I slowly stood, my attention focused on the girl in front of me.

"I hope you don't think you're going out in that," I said, motioning toward the outfit she wore. I gave a shake of my head, letting out a scoff as I stepped closer to her. "Your shorts are too short... and your shirt doesn't leave anything to the imagination," I pointed out, running my tongue over my bottom lip. "Or is that the sort of image you want to put out for yourself?"

♦ Nicole ♦

It was the start of my summer break, and I was already being dress coded like I was in school still. Glaring up at Sam, who was nearly a foot taller than me, I rolled my eyes at his words. Scoffing before I folded my arms over my chest, I narrowed my blue eyes. “I hope you don’t think that I’m going to actually listen to you.” I fired back, taking a step away from him when he moved closer to me. I began to play with the cross on my necklace that my father had given to me just before he died. It was his favorite one, and he knew I loved it. He often found me trying to steal it from him when he wasn’t wearing it.

“You most definitely aren’t my father, you sure as hell are not my step-father, I don’t have one of those. You are nothing more than the man my mother is using as a personal bank account to go and buy drugs. So, whenever you finally tell her no, you’ll be out of my life. Thank the lord the day that happens, “ I spoke, brushing a strand of hair out of my face. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have places to be and things to do,” I spun around and quickly began to walk toward the door that led to the garage. Grabbing my keys off the hook, I opened the door, only to have it closed as soon as it opened.

Letting a groan of annoyance escape my lips, I slowly turned around to look up at him. It was almost one in the afternoon and all he had on was his robe and possibly a pair of underwear, but I didn’t really care to find out. The thought alone disgusted me. I saw the way that he had looked at me when he confronted me about my outfit, and it disgusted me. “If you think that I’m going to change, you’re stupid. We live in So-Cal, and it’s ninety degrees out. I’m not wearing pants or short sleeved shirt for that matter. Not that you could make me, because you have no authority over what I wear.”

Samuel

"Your mother has nothing without me because you're nothing but an ungrateful little whore. Who doesn't care who she hurts, doesn't care if her mother needs her because you're self centered," I hissed through gritted teeth as I stood, advancing toward Nicole. I don't think she had fully thought through walking away from me because the action was enough to cause my cock to swell beneath my boxers. As I stalked after her, my robe came loose, revealing my chest as Nicole yanked the front door open. In a flash, I set my hand on the door and shoved it shut with a small growl. "I am not finished with you, little girl. You're not leaving this house until I'm satisfied," I drawled, pressing my hips into hers. A shudder ran down my spine as I fought against the urge to take her right here, right now.

I didn't particularly care if Nicole didn't want to but she would be in the near future. Running my free hand down her side, I smirked as my fingertips brushed against the bare skin of her stomach. "Do you think that if I can't control myself around you, an inexperienced, hormonal little boy would?" I quipped, grazing my teeth against her ear. My fingers dug into her hips as I pulled her against me, letting her feel just how excited she made me. The girl had no clue what she made me want to do but she was about to find out.

"Want to tell me I don't have any authority over you again?" I asked, letting my fingers dip below the waistband of her jeans. "Because I do," I whispered, growling in her ear as I unbuttoned her shorts, teasing down the zipper. "And I can decide what you do or don't wear," I snapped suddenly, deciding that her mother wouldn't be home any time soon. And even if the ungrateful witch did get home early, I had a bit of doubt that she would even try to stop me. The woman loved me, leeched off of me because she had no other chance any more.

Nicole

Hearing him say that I was self-centered, I felt my blood boil. "I am not self-centered. I took care of her more than I took care of myself after he died. She stopped needing me the moment she started wasting her money on Heroine," i snarled at him, I felt my eyes widen slightly as he pressed his hips against me, trying to get free from his grip. His words coupled with his actions, made my eyes widen even more so.

"Who said I would be going anywhere near hormonal teenage boys?" I asked him. My eyes narrowed into slits as I stared into his eyes I jerked my head away whenever he grazed his teeth against my ear. "I was going to visit my father and see my uncles before they go on tour. Perhaps I'll just go with them. Maybe I'll even tell them what you're trying to do. I don't think that would be good for business, do you?" I quipped, anger gleaming in my eyes.

When he began to undo the button on my shorts, I pushed on his chest, trying to create some sort or room between us so that I could get away from him. 'You can't decide what I do or don't wear, and you wont," I growled back. I hated him before I had realized his true intentions, now, I hated him even more. "I always knew you were low, but I never imagined that you'd be low enough to rape a minor," I fired back. The thought of how he could over power me and take me how he wanted me, scared me. The thought of losing my virginity because I was raped by my mother's fiancé, disgusted me. "There is a special place in hell for monsters like you," I hissed, digging my nails into his neck as I tried to get free from his grasp. The fact that he thought he could control me pissed me off just as much as he disgusted me.

What I wouldn’t kill for one of my uncles to be here right now. I wished one of them would show up, wondering what was taking me so long to get to the studio. Just like my father, I had been an exceptional drummer, and more often than not, I was drumming in the studio when the guys were home, because I could, because they were helping me, and because it was something that we had done to help us get over his death. “Get off me,” I growled, soon raising my knee up in an attempt to hit him in the balls so that I knew I would have a chance at getting away from him. “This is my house, and I don’t want you here. Get the hell out!” I yelled. I was scared, there was no doubt about that. I had always known that Samuel was fucked up, but I had no idea that it was this bad. I had no idea that he was low enough to force himself on someone so much younger than him. “You are a disgusting pig. Going after someone who is eleven years younger than you. Someone who is a minor. I just turned seventeen and you’re going to try and force yourself on me? Do you really want to go to jail? You wouldn’t last a day in there once the inmates found out what you’re trying to do.” I snarled

Samuel

As hard as Nicole tried to push me away to create distance between us, I was not budging. What she probably didn't realize was that I was a helluva lot stronger than her. I went to the gym a few times a week and I worked on my physique as often as my busy schedule allowed. How often did she work on hers? Smirking at the thought, I shrugged my shoulders at the mention of her uncles. She started to go on and on about how I couldn't do anything to her, that if she did, I would end up regretting it. Was Nicole really that naive? To think that this didn't happen in my world? I had never forced myself on a woman before but I knew it happened, particularly with younger stars. Men like me, they tended to take advantage of situations just because they could. Because just like I was, they were untouchable.

If I went through with this and Nicole tried to leak it to anyone, I knew that it would be easy to ruin her life. It would be worse for her than for me, if she decided to speak up. I could say that Nikki was going mad after her father's death and her mother's drug addiction and that she wanted power for herself. She wanted money for herself and she wanted to destroy me in the process because I wasn't her father. Because I wasn't doing enough to help her mother. I didn't know but I was sure that if I hired the right lawyer, I would get away with a clean record. I didn't bother telling Nikki this because I wanted to see how long she would try to weasel herself out of this situation before she realized that there was no way out for her.

"Sweetheart, you're not going anywhere," I reitered through gritted teeth. I turned, gripping Nikki's bicep as I dragged her toward the stairs. As much as she was trying to kick and get out of my grip, I only tightened my hand as she continued. "Darling, if you stop now, I won't hurt you. I don't want to hurt you but if you want to continue playing games, I'll continue playing games with you," I growled as I shoved Nikki into the master bedroom. Shutting and locking the door behind me, I smirked as I began stalking toward her, backing her up until she fell back against my bed. With her purse in her hand. I reached out, yanking it away from her before fishing out her phone. I was quiet for a moment until I reached into the nightstand drawer. Drawing out a pocketknife, I pushed it open and turned to her with a sadistic little smirk adorning my features.

"You're going to call yyour uncles and tell them you can't make it. I don't care what you tell them but if you so much as scream or make them doubt your lie even the smallest bit, no one will be able to save you before I finish with you," I promised as I stepped forward. Nikki tried to scoot away from me. I reached out, gripping her ankle I dragged her back toward me. "Now. Here," I said, holding the phone out to her. "Don't make me regret letting you call them, darling."

♦ Nicole ♦

I could feel the lump in my throat grow as he began to drag me toward the stairs. I squirmed, locked my legs, even dropped my body to the ground, trying to get out of his grip. To try and run. Was this really happening? Was he really going to rape me? The thought alone was enough to make me cry, but I held the tears back, not wanting him to see them. I knew that if he saw me cry, it would only make my situation worse. Not that it could get much worse. My mother’s fiancé was about to rape me. I knew that this would only be the first of many times if I stayed anywhere near him. By the time that we had reached the steps, I had no choice but to stand up, because I knew that if I didn’t, he would just drag me up them.

When he shoved me into his room, I couldn’t help but stumble further in as an attempt to balance myself. I turned around when he locked the door behind him. Seeing the sick smirk on his face, I swallowed around the lump in my throat, trying to figure out a way to get away from him. The door was locked, so there was no way that I could get out that way. By the time that I would get it unlocked, he would be pulling me back into the room. Stumbling backward as he continued to walk toward me, my eyes widened slightly when my the back of my legs hit the bed. I fell backward, now sitting on the edge of it, staring up at him with hateful blue eyes, that showed fear in them.

My fear only continued to grow, when he pulled a knife out of his nightstand. Watching him as he handed me the phone, I so desperately wanted to call Matt and tell him to come and get me because I was about to be raped, but I knew that if I did, Sam would keep his promise to me. He would make sure that there was nothing left of me worth saving. I knew that girls my age, suffered this quite often, especially if they were up and coming stars, but I wasn’t. I was a girl who’s father died of a drug overdose, who’s mother was on the same path. I was nothing special, and yet, here I was; at his mercy.

Hesitating a moment, I decided not to call them. Instead I just shot Matt a message, telling him that something came up and I wasn’t feeling well, that I wouldn’t be coming to the studio today. Normally when he received that kind of message, he knew that mother nature had arrived and was coming to give me the worst week of my life. Instead of mother nature, it was Sam. Instead of a week, it was about to be the worst day of my life. I glared at Sam, hate glowing in my eyes. “Why? Why would you do this? I always knew you were a low piece of shit, but I never realized that you were this low.” I said, my voice wavering ever so slightly. I had no idea what he had planned for me, but I knew I wouldn’t like it.

Samuel

When Nikki decided not to call her uncles, I immediately found myself growing suspicious. My eyes narrowed into thin slits, anger growing in my chest as I shook my head. Nikki was treading on thin ice and I didn't even think she knew just how thin it was. I would not be taken down by some whiney little brat who ran to the media with a story of what I had done to her or ran to the police with it. No one would believe her and those that did, would be easy to pay off. It wasn't as if Nikki mattered to the world outside of a small group of rockstars. A story of her being raped would mean nothing to the tabloids.

I snatched the phone out of her hand, a bit more relieved than I should have really been when I read what she had said to him. There wasn't an inkling of a doubt in my mind when I read it, deciding that Matt would surely not read too much into it. There was a bit of paranoia in the recesses of my mind but I pushed it away. I was going to enjoy my time with Nikki here, whether she enjoyed it or not I didn't really care. Tossing the phone onto the nightstand, I turned my attention toward the girl who laid in front of me. Just the thought of being with her was enough to send blood rushing to my cock, causing it to swell. I groaned, reaching down to palm myself through my boxers.

"You look absolutely delectable, darling," I murmured as I stepped forward, kicking her legs apart so that I could stand in front of them. I reached down, pushing her shirt off of her shoulder. Smirking to myself, I brushed my finger over her bra before returning my eyes to hers. "Now. This can go one of two ways, sweetheart. I can either make it as painful as possible for you or on the other hand..." I trailed off, reaching down to tug at the bottom of her shirt. "Or I can make your toes curl in pleasure. I can make you scream and to beg not to stop because of pain but to stop because you're completely overwhelmed with pleasure."

Brushing my fingers over her bare skin once I had pulled her shirt off of her body and tossed it to the side, I let out a small groan. "The choice is on you now, darling."

♦ Nicole ♦

I could see the anger on Sam’s face when I didn’t call my uncle. When he snatched the phone from my hand, I narrowed my eyes at him, only to see the relief wash over his face. Watching as he tossed it onto the end table, I followed his movements with hateful eyes. The noises he made coupled with his actions were enough to make me want to throw up. Once he told me that I looked delectable, the hatred for him grew even more than what it already had within the past twenty minutes. The thought of him actually doing this, then being able to get away with it, scared me. How many times was he going to do this to me? How many times was he going to force me to lay with him?

Slapping his hand away from my body when he ran his fingers over my bra. I could tell that the action only annoyed him further. Hearing his words, I could feel the anger bubble up inside of me. Covering my chest as best as I could when he took my shirt off, I watched as he tossed it across the room. Glaring up at him when he told me that it was my choice. I clenched my jaw, feeling my teeth grind together.

"I hope you burn in hell," I hissed at him. Without fully thinking it through, I bolted off the bed, not even bothering to grab my shirt, I ran for the door, hoping that I could get it unlocked and open before he even had the chance to grab me. Once I got the door unlocked, I fumbled with the handle, pulling it open, I stepped out into the hallway and began to run. I could hear him storming after me, and the only thing I could think to do, was to run into my room. Turning around to try and close the door before he could get in.

Samuel

I had to admit when Nicole bolted for the door, I was a little bit surprised by the amount of courage she had. She was stupid if she thought I was going to let her escape but I would let her try, I would give her a bit of a head start. As soon as she stepped out into the hallway, I bolted after her. Launching myself after her, I couldn't help the grin that broke out on my features as she ran to her room. Did she honestly think that running into a room with very little possibility of an escape was a good idea? Frowning slightly, I shoved the door open before Nicole had the chance to lock it. Smirking down at her, I stepped inside and once again, shut and locked the door behind me.

"If you wanted Daddy to fuck you in your own bed, that's all you had to say, princess," I spoke as I closed the distance between us, undoing the strap around my waist to let my robe fall to the floor. Inching forward, I couldn't help but smirk as I leaned forward, cupping Nicole's cheek. Brushing my finger over her silky smooth skin, I grinned at the reaction that I had gotten out of her.

"Now, you're going to listen to what I saw. I know you don't want to upset me and see what happens when I have to punish you, do you?" I asked, quirking an eyebrow. Taking a slight step back, I motioned toward the shorts that she still wore. "Take them off, let me see what I get to play with, princess," I spoke, my voice taking on a hard edge. "Unless you want me to take you over your knee.."

♦ Nicole ♦

I whimpered slightly whenever he forced the door open, causing me to stumble backward. When he began to speak, my eyes widened slightly. Did he really just call himself ‘daddy’? I couldn’t help but continue to stumble backward, making sure to avoid my bed. When the robe fell from his body, I instantly knew that he really was planning on going through with this. Shoving his hand away from me when he tried to touch my cheek. I stepped away from him. I had four options. Run to my balcony which was above the pool and jump, run to my ensuite bathroom and hope I can get the door locked in time, run to my walk-in closet, or do as he said.

I could see the smile on his face start to fade as I stared at him. “I’m not your princess, and I’m not yours to play with,” I snapped at him. I knew I was treading on thin ice, but I didn’t care. I honestly didn’t. I wanted him to stay the hell away from me. His threat of taking me over his knee, only furthered my anger. Only because I knew he wanted to. I knew what he wanted to do with me, and I wasn’t okay with it. I grabbed a nearby throw blanket off of the chair in my room, holding up to my chest. My own boyfriend hadn’t even seen me naked yet. Most people would assume that being the daughter of a Rockstar, I would dress and act like a whore, but my father had raised me better than that.

Why did he want me? I glanced between him and the door, there was enough room that I could make it, If I could get the door open faster than the last one. Deciding that I was going to try and make a run for it, again, I bolted to the door, only to see the anger on Sam’s face. Just as I was about to reach the door, I felt one of his arms snake around my waist to pull me back to him. “Let me go!” I shrieked, trying to get free. My heart was racing and I was absolutely terrified. I didn’t know what I could do to get away from him, but I knew that I had to get away from him. I dug my nails into his arm in hopes that I could get away from him, that it would cause him to drop me in pain. I could feel the tears start to roll down my cheeks at the sudden realization that I was defiently not getting out of this. One thing was for sure, while he was preoccupied, I was going to leave the house, and there was nothing that he was going to do that would stop me.

Samuel

I had wanted to give Nicole one last chance before I decided to just take what I wanted from her but she decided to squash that decision all on her own. My face morphed into a mask of anger as I turned, racing after Nicole. My arm snaked around her waist, yanking her body back against my chest. Nipping my teeth against her skin, I groaned as I rolled my hips against her ass. "Daddy really doesn't want to hurt you, princess. But you're leaving me with no other choice. This is all your fault," I hissed as I began to drag her back toward the bed. I threw her against it, wasting no time in grabbing the strip of fabric from my robe. I used it to tie Nicole's wrists together. I didn't tie her to the bed because I still wanted to feel her fight against me.

Dragging Nicole up by the other end of the make-shift restraint, I used my free hand to push both her shorts and panties down her hips. "All nice and shaved for me?" I asked, a smirk returning to my face as I looked back up to Nicole's features. "So beautiful, princess," I teased as I pulled her back over to the bed. I sat down on the edge of it, yanking Nicole down over my lap. Each time that she would squirm would only serve to make me harder, drive my desire to have her. But I had to punish her first. I lifted my right leg up and pinned Nicole's legs with it so that even if she kicked, she wouldn't be going anywhere.

"I'm sorry, princess, but you're leaving me no choice," I declared, massaging her ass roughly. "This is only to help you see why what you said to mee was wrong. It upset me," I explained. Without any further warning, I raised my hand and brought it down against her ass harshly. I groaned at the stinging sound, knowing that I was causing her pain as I brought my hand back three more times in quick succession. I paused, brushing my fingers over the now redder flesh. "Have you learned your lesson yet, princess?"

Nicole

I continued to squirm and to try and escape his grip, tears rolling down my cheeks. When he once again called himself ‘daddy’ I cringed. “you’re not my daddy!” I screamed at him, trying to get free. I hadn’t done anything wrong, and yet here I was, getting treated like I had been a bad child. I shuttered when he nipped his teeth against my shoulder and when he rolled his hips against me. Fighting him the entire way to my bed, I tried to get away from him as fast as I could when he tossed me on it, only to have him tie my hands together.

I almost froze when he began to pull my shorts and underwear down, squirming frantically to get free, I could feel the tears drip down my cheeks. My heart began to pound when he pulled me over his lap and pinned my legs down. Feeling his hand on my ass, I felt everything stop. I cried out in pain, my body jolting as he began to “punish” me. I squirmed, trying to get free from his grip, a cry of pain escaping my lips each time that he hit me. Not even my own father had beat me, and here he was, hitting me because I had disobeyed him. His words coupled with his actions, made my stomach drop. If I tried to get away from him, he would only continue, if I told him that I learned whatever lesson he was trying to teach, he would just fuck me instead. There was no right choice because inevitably he was going to do the deed, sooner rather than later. With my legs pinned and my hands tied behind me, I couldn’t really move too much.

“Please,” I whimpered quietly, just wanting this to end so that I could find a way to get away from him. I hadn’t intended on it sounding like I had wanted him to do anything, but that was how it came out. I tried to get free, feeling his erection against my stomach, feeling his fingers move on my ass, made everything so much worse for me. It had never dawned on me until now, that the only reason why he was actually still with my mother was so that he could get to me. The thought was enough to make me cry even more. “Sam- please,” I begged quietly, trying to plead him not to do anything to me.

Samuel

I knew that Nicole was likely begging me not to touch her instead of begging me to touch her but I would take her for a ride. Groaning as Nicole squirmed against me, I almost thought about forcing her to deep throat me. I wasn't sure that I could trust her to behave that much though so I decided against it, that I could wait for that pleasure until later on when I was sure that Nikki would be subservient to me. Unhooking her legs, I lifted Nicole up so that she was standing between mine. My cock was hard and attentive, wanting to be buried inside of her already. I waited for a moment, running my hands up her thighs slowly. "God, you're so beautiful, princess," I breathed, pulling her closer to me.

One hand held Nicole in place while the other slid around, inching between her legs. I brushed my middle finger between her pussy lips, unable to contain my smirk when I realized that she was wet. I doubted that it was for me but I was still sure that it had something to do with the little punishment that I had doled out to her. Her body's natural reaction because I hadn't gone nearly as hard on her as I probably should have.

"Tell me, little girl," I murmured, teasing my finger around her clit in slow, deliberate circles. My attention was focused solely on her to see whether I could garner even more of a reaction out of her. I was hoping to but if she wanted to fight this, I would take her still. "Have you ever touched yourself?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "Ever wondered what it would feel like to have a big, hard cock buried deep inside of you? Making you feel things so amazing that you never even thought it was possible?"

Nicole

I whimpered slightly when he forced me to stand between his legs. I squeezed my eyes shut, tears falling down my cheeks as I listened to him speak. I didn’t know how many times this was going to happen to me. I didn’t know how I was going to get away from him, or when for that matter. Feeling my chin wobble as I tried not to cry, I froze when he began to move his hand between my legs. Trying to jerk away, I refused to open my eyes. I didn’t want to see the smug look on his face.

“No…” I whispered quietly trying to ignore the feeling between my legs. I wasn’t enjoying it by any means, but my body was reacting to it whether I wanted it to or not. “Please don’t do this,” I whispered quietly, slowly opening my eyes to stare at the wall behind him. I knew the moment that I had to chance, I was going to move out of the house. I was going to try and find some place to stay, whether it was with my Uncle Matt, or with my grandparents.

The tears only continued to fall as he continued to rub my clit. I didn’t know what he thought he was going to get out of me, but the only thing he was doing was upsetting me more than what he already had. “Please Sam,” I whimpered quietly, trying to pull away from him while also trying to get my hands free. I didn’t want him touching me the way that he had. I didn’t want him to have control over me the way that he did. I sure as hell didn’t want him calling himself “daddy” like I would ever be okay with it. “You know this isn’t right, you know I don’t want this. Please, just stop.” I whimpered quietly, feeling smaller than I ever had before. I had never felt this feeling in my life, and yet, her he was, making me feel like nothing more than a common whore. I was relieved when he finally stopped, but I knew that if he was stopping that, then he was only getting ready to start something else, and I couldn’t imagine what he was planning on doing to me.

Samuel

"Princess," I cut in when Nicole started to try and beg me to stop touching her. I didn't care about what she had to say unless she was begging me for more, for me to touch her and that wasn't what was happening at the moment. When Nicole looked up to meet my gaze, I gave the slightest of shakes of my head. Lifting my hand from her legs, I pressed the same finger that had been between her legs, to her lips to silence her. "I don't want to hear that sort of talk. Do you understand me?" I spoke, my voice leaving no room for argument. If Nicole wanted to continue to press her luck, I would just end up punishing her all over again. Even if I didn't want to, I would put her in her place.

Standing, I lifted Nicole up just enough so that I could swap out our positions. I pushed her onto the bed before I took a slight step back long enough to peel my boxer briefs from my hips. i smirked at the look on Nicole's face, reaching around to undo the tie around her wrists. I kept my grip on her hands, pulling her arms around to her front. I retied her hands, keeping my grip on her little lead as I climbed onto the bed.

I tugged on the lead, smirking as it forced Nicole to stumble onto the bed. I shifted slightly until I was in the middle of the bed, my eyes trained on Nicole. I was aching for her, I couldn't wait to have more of her. "Why don't you touch me, darling?" I suggested, pulling her hands toward my cock. I didn't care whether she touched me with her hand or her cock, as long as she touched me somehow. Smirking, I motioned down toward my cock. "Go on, princess. You don't want to upset me again, do you?"

Nicole

I whimpered slightly, shying away from his hand when he tried to press his finger against my lips. I didn’t want to listen to him, I didn’t want to obey him, but he was treating me like a dog, like I was his pet and I hated it. Feeling the tears sting my eyes, I tried to back away from him, but he only pushed me onto the bed. Trying to pull my hands from him when he finally untied them, I realized it was useless, he was far stronger than what I could ever be. Clenching my eyes shut, I opened them at the wrong time to see him tossing his boxers to the side. Swallowing the lump that formed in my throat as I tried not to think about what was about to happen. I hadn’t expected him to be that big, and the last thing I wanted was for him to be the one who was going to take my virginity, especially when I knew that he wasn’t going to be gentle with me.

Whimpering as he pulled on the fabric, I fell onto the bed, trying to keep my distance as best as I could, but when he pulled my hands toward his dick, I couldn’t stop my instincts and I instantly pulled my hands back to my body. Resting on my shins, I stared down at my hands that now rested in my lap. “I don’t want to do anything with you,” I said in a quiet tone when he asked me if I wanted to upset him again.

I knew that I had angered him with my actions coupled with the words that left my mouth, but it was true. I didn’t want to touch him in the way that he wanted to be touched. I didn’t want to hear him call me princess or hear him refer to himself as ‘daddy’ and I sure as hell didn’t want to have sex with him. I just wanted to go visit my father’s grave, see my uncles and never come home. I knew though, that I wasn’t going to get what I wanted, I was going to get the complete opposite. He was going to rape me in my bedroom. Take advantage of me, use me and continue to use me until he was done with me. If he was done with me.

Samuel

I had been hoping that Nicole would listen to me because I knew that she was a smart girl. Her mother had been smart once upon a time, so had her father. But here she was, being about as stupid as I thought was possible at the moment. I didn't think that she would actually turn me away with the punishment that I had just doled out but she had. And it made me far angrier than I had been, even five minutes again. I let out a low growl as I sat up suddenly, yanking Nicole forward so that she fell against my chest. My attention was focused on her. Reaching up, I ran my fingers into her hair and forced her to look up at me. "You just made an even bigger mistake than when you tried to run, darling," I whispered, brushing my thumb over her neck, since it was the only part of her that I could reach.

Standing back up, I moved to pull Nicole up the bed. I forced her to lay on her stomach as I tied the free end of the restraint to Nicole's headboard. I smirked at the sight in front of me. Her breasts was pressed against the mattress, her ass presented to me beautifully. I groaned at the sight, reaching down to wrap my fingers around myself. I stroked my cock, giving my hips a few weak thrusts. I was fucking Nicole whether she wanted to or not and I was sure I would be able to trick her body into enjoying it.

I climbed above Nicole, reaching down between our bodies to line the tip of my cock up with her entrance. Part of what was so enthralling about fucking her in her own bed was that she would think about me each and every time she was in the bed, whether she could control it or not. Without any warning, I slammed into her, letting out a groan as her warmth wrapped enveloped me. "Fuck, princess," I groaned, leaning down to nip at her shoulder. I waited a moment, not really caring whether she could adjust in time or not as I began to fuck her.

Nicole

The look on Sam’s face coupled with the growl that escaped his lips was all I needed to know that I fucked up. I whimpered slightly as he yanked me forward, and forced me to look up at him. Hearing his words, I swear my heart stopped with fear. What was he going to do to me now? The way that he brushed his thumb over my neck made me think that maybe he was going to choke me until I touched him, but I couldn’t be sure, I just knew that I didn’t want to find out.

My heart began to pound as a pit formed in my stomach when he forced me to lay on my stomach. Hearing him groan after he tied my hands to the headboard, I knew that he was going to fuck me. Whether it was my ass or not, I wasn’t going to find out until he actually did. Whimpering quietly, I was about to beg him not to, but before I could even get a word out, he forced himself inside of me. I screamed out in pain, my body jolting forward in an attempt to get away from him, my back arching causing my body to press against his. His words coupled with his actions, sent shivers down my spine as tears rolled down my cheeks. I couldn’t believe that this was happening to me. Whimpering quietly, I squirmed below him, trying to get free.

“Sam, please,” I begged him, trying to get away from him, but his weight on top of me alone, was enough to keep me from moving. I wasn’t going to stay here after this. Not if I was able to prevent it. I would go to Matt, he would believe me, I knew he would, but whether he was able to do anything about it or not, was a different story. I squeezed my eyes shut in hopes to go someplace else, to find my happy place, to forget that this was happening to me.