Hidden Sadness

Brenden was smiling the whole way back to the bed rooms. We didn't stop at mine though, he lead me all the way to the door at the end of the hall. He opened the door and let me walk in first.

The room was huge, double the size of mine. The walls were painted a dark green, and the floors were covered in the softest black carpet I've ever felt.

The largest king sized bed was in the middle of the room made up with gold sheets and fluffy pillows.

I walked over to the far right where I found two door ways, one to a very large closet with a large assortment of clothes, and the other to a very white bathroom.

On the left of the room was a large desk with paper scattered every where and big window.

End tables were placed on either side of the bed with lamps sitting on top of them. There was also a love seat on the right with a large abstract painting above it.

"Do you like my room?" Brenden asked closing the door shut behind him and locking it.

Brenden looked so normal standing there in a pair of blue jeans and a black t-shirt. I couldn't help but wonder how he became who he is.

"Its very...spacious."

He chuckled and walked over to the love seat to sit down.

"Come over here." He said patting the couch.

"Look, I understand that I'm 'yours' but... I- I don't want to do this."

I watched his jaw flex as he clenched his teeth.

"Nicole," he sighed. "I told you, I don't want to hurt you but I will if you give me no other choice."

I took a cautious step towards the door.

Brenden ran his hand through his hair. "Damnit, Nicole, that's not what I ment. Well I mean, it is but..." He seemed confused, and distressed. "I'm sorry about hitting you before. We have rules and you were trying to defy them."

I glared at him. "Is that your apology?" I scoffed and tried to open the door forgetting that he locked it.

Brenden stood up and walked over to me.

"I barely ever apologize to anyone, you should be grateful." He said, narrowing his eyes.

My back was to the door and he was so close I began to get nervous.

Brenden placed a hand against the door on either side of me blocking me from moving.

"Please let me leave, I'll go back to my room." I begged looking into his hazel eyes.

"Nicole," he leaned in close and kissed my neck. "I want you, and I will have you..."

He kissed my jaw. "Right here..."

Then the corner of my mouth. "Now." And then my lips.

Brenden grabbed my waist and pushed me against the door hard and despite my better judgement I kissed him back.

Brenden lifted me up and wrapped my legs around his waist. I held on to his shoulders as he moved us to the bed placing me on top.

There was obviously something wrong with me because I was getting extremely turned on. It had to be something with the bad boy attitude or maybe the fact that I knew I could be in danger in any moment. My father has obviously fucked me up more then I thought.

He removed my cover up, and sat up to meet my lips. He reached around and unclasped my bra. My heart started to speed up as he took his sweet time exploring my body.

Brenden kissed my collar bone while massaging my breasts. He slowly worked his way down until his tongue met with my right nipple.

I was breathing hard, and gasped when he began to nibble.

I was growing very aroused when he flipped us over and kissed/nibbled his way down to my panty line. He swiftly pulled my panties off and ran is hand down my inner thighs.

"You still have all your clothes on..." I said shyly.

He flashed me a cocky grin. "So why don't you help me take them off."

I bit my lip and sat up to unbutton his jeans while he pulled off his shirt .

He was like a model complete with a delicious six pack. He kicked his jeans to the side along with his shoes and shirt. He was left standing in his blue boxers with a very large erection. I looked up at him and licked my lips.

I pulled his boxers off and took hold of his erection which had to be at least 8 1/2 inches long.

I licked the tip causing him to suck in a sharp breath. It felt good to be in charge for a change. I slid him in my mouth and began sucking hard. He was moaning and grabbed hold of my hair pushing him self deeper inside my mouth. So much for being in charge.

Luckily I was no stranger to gagging, it turned out to be one of my father's favorite things to do to me.

Brenden was panting hard and I knew he was close so I pulled back and made him release my hair.

"Oh no, your not going to cum yet."

Brenden laughed and pushed me back on the bed.

He grabbed my thighs and threw them over his shoulders.

"Your so fucking sexy." He breathed before licking my clit.

I moaned and pulled him closer loving the feel of his tongue on my lips. My hands found his hair and I tugged every time he hit that sweet spot.

"Oh, fuck! Brenden!" I could feel him smiling against me. I was so close, but he stopped leaving me panting.

"How do you like not finishing?" He asked grinning up at me.

I narrowed my eyes. "I don't."

"Me either, so," he kissed his way back up my body to my lips. His erection slightly poking my inner thigh. "Why don't we finish together?"

He nibbled on my bottom lip making me moan.

"Oh God, just fuck me already." I mumbled against his lips.

He positioned himself at my entrance.

"It'd be my pleasure." He whispered before slamming into me.

"Oh fuck..." I moaned.

He paused giving me time to adjust before speeding up and thrusting into me.

"Fuck! Nicole your so tight." Brenden laid his head in the crook of my neck. I could feel my self ready to break.

"Brenden, I'm gonna c- cum..."

We were breathing hard and before I knew it Brenden's lips crashed against mine and we both came together.

My body was shaking from the orgasm and Brenden was panting on top of me.

He pulled out after a few minutes and rolled over to the opposite side of the bed.

"Aren't you glad you stayed?" He asked grinning.

I rolled my eyes. "Get over your self, I've had better." It was a complete lie considering the fact that I've only ever had two other partners besides Brenden one of which was my father, the other was a quick fling in the high school janitor closet.

"Really? I didn't know you preferred rape." He said coldly.

I stared at him in disbelief. "Your such an ass hole." I breathed, gathering my clothes.

He sighed. "I'm sorry, but I like to think sex is one of my strong points."

I narrowed my eyes. "Well, you weren't bad."

He smiled. "You weren't so bad yourself missy."

I passed him his boxers and slipped into my underwear.

"You don't have to go, you can sleep here tonight...with me." Brenden said pushing his hair back from his face.

I didn't know what to say. One moment he's cold and dangerous, the next sweet and protective. He seems more bipolar every second I spend with him.

"I- uh... don't think that is a good idea." I mumbled standing up and heading to the door. "Can you please unlock the door?"

Brenden feigned a hurt expression. "Common," he whined. "I promise I won't touch you in your sleep... unless you like that sort of thing?"

He raised an eye brow and I couldn't help but laugh a little.

"I'm guess I don't really have a choice any way, right?"

He cocked his head to the side in thought. "I guess not." He smiled.

Shaking my head i walked back to the bed and got under the covers.

"Fine."

He jumped on the other side causing our body's to bounce and switched off the lights.

He pulled me close, my back to him, and kissed my shoulder. "Good night Nicole."

"Night." I whispered back before falling into a deep sleep.

~~~

The next morning I woke up next to a snoring Brenden. He looked so peaceful, and since I didn't know if he was a morning person or not, I slowly wiggled my self out of his embrace and creeped to the door. I was surprised to actually find it unlocked. He must have gotten up sometimes last night while I slept.

I slipped into the hallway and found my way back to my room.

Once I was in friendly territory, or well at least friendly as far as I know, I stripped off my dirty clothes and hopped in a steamy shower.

I let the water burn away my filth and stream down my body. After about a half hour I stepped out and dried off. My hair fell in waves around my face and I decided not to straighten it today. I applied some eyeliner, mascara, and black eye shadow before leaving the bathroom in search of some decent clothes.

I stepped into the closet and sighed. If only the girls here didn't have to dress like whores.

I decided to compromise. I wasn't going to walk around in my underwear again so I picked out an out fit that would show enough skin to abide by the house rules but still look presentable to a normal person.

I put on a red and black strip tube top and lacy red panties. Then I slipped into black and gray booty shorts and a see threw black blouse. I looked at my self in the mirror and frowned. Something was missing.

I walked back to the closet and rifiled through some drawers.

There was so much stuff ranging from accessories like jewelry and stockings, to dresses and skirts, to shirts and hats, and leggings, etc. I felt like a little girl getting every thing she wanted for Christmas.

I found a pair of ripped thigh high stockings and a pair of wedged sneakers.

There was a quiet knock on the door. I slipped on a peace promoting bracelet and a skull ring before opening the door.

Robin stood in the dim hallway wearing a blue robe. She looked like she hadn't showered yet and her hair was doing a good job at covering her face.

"Hey Robin." I moved to the side so she could enter the room but she didn't move.

"Hi, I want to say thanks for yesterday."

I smiled. "Didn't seem to help."

"Yeah, but all the girls around here usually keep to them selves about there opinions. I guess it was just refreshing to see some one actually stand up to the guys again." She looked down the hall cautiously. "They can be pretty intimidating, you know?"

I nodded. "Do you want to come in?" I asked worried.

"No, I should get back to Travis but thanks anyways." She turned and I caught a glimpse of her newly bruised purple face.

I quickly grabbed her arm and forced her to look at me.

"Oh my God.." I whispered.

Her left eye was nearly swollen shut, and her lips were purple. I pulled her closer the the light and noticed bite marks trailing down her neck and under the robe.

"Robin," I breathed. "Is this because of what I did last night?"

She looked away. "No, I had it coming anyway, weather you said anything or not. At least I got it for a reason this time."

Tears were swimming in my eyes. Travis is a fucking monster.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen, if I had known I never-"

"Nicole, stop. It wasn't you." She smiled as best as she could which I imagined hurt like hell. "By the way, you should probably leave the blouse open." She said before she unbuttoned it for me.

She walked down the hall a couple doors to what I assumed was her room, or maybe it was Travis's room. I waited till she closed the door to step out and find my way to the kitchen.

Food was already laid out so I grabbed a waffle and some orange juice and moved into the living room.

Tray was sitting on the couch quietly reading a book. He looked so peaceful just sitting there, so normal.

I cleared my throat and he turned to see who was behind him but stopped wide eyed when he saw me. I blushed when he didn't say anything.

"Good morning." I said.

He took a deep breath before responding. "It is now." he mumbled.

I walked around the couch to sit next to him, probably a bit closer then necessary.

"It's really early, what are you doing up?" He asked looking at his watch.

"It's 9 am." I said skeptically. "And plus, ever heard the saying 'the early bird gets the worm'?"

"Usualy no one gets up until twelve here."

"Your up." I pointed out.

He smiled and I felt my heart speed up a little.

"Yes, well I use the mornings more productively then everyone else as you can see." He flashed the book that was in his hands.

"Stephen King?"

He nodded. "Wonderful, don't you think?"

"Yes! I adore his writing." I gushed, and Tray laughed.

We got quiet and ended up staring at each other again. He leaned forward and reached out slowly. I was watching his lips when he stopped a few inches from me and pushed my hair behind my ear.

"You look stunning." he whispered.

I leaned into his touch as his fingers slowly trailed down the nape of my neck. I leaned in closer to the point where our lips were seconds from touching.

Tray closed his eyes slowly. "We shouldn't...."

I placed a hand on his strong shoulder. "Who says?"

"Your not mine, Nicole." He opened his eyes that looked saddened once again. I just wanted to hold him in my arm, and kiss him untill every thing disappeared.

"Tray-" there was a loud crash up stairs causing Tray to jumped back from me.

"MARK! JAMES! TRAY! TRAVIS!" Brenden boomed from the second floor.

Tray got up to go investigate, and I followed. We found him rummaging through some old papers on his desk. He pulled out a card and shoved it in his pocket he was already dressed in a tan flannel shirt and faded skinny jeans.

"What's going on?" I asked.

Brenden turn and stared at me and Tray standing at the door way together.

He glared at Tray and took a few steps closer. "What is she doing here?"

"She was down stairs eating breakfast when we heard you yell." Tray explained, pushing me behind him.

Brenden thought about his explanation for a moment before straightening up and smiling menacingly.

"Oh, ok. Nicole come here a moment." Brenden waved me over but Tray didn't let me through.

"Move." Brenden said clenching his fist.

"It's ok." I whispered to Tray. He glanced down at me before grunting and letting me through.

I moved to Brenden's side. He smiled at me and licked his lips seductively.

He placed my hair to the side and moved closer kissing my neck.

Tray stood at the door watching us angrily.

Brenden sucked hard on my neck making my legs turn to jello.

The effect he was having on me was ridiculous. I groped his shirt, and he snaked his arm around my waist to support my weight, making me give into him even more.

I groaned as he moved his lips to my shoulders and continued his licking, biting, and sucking.

My head rolled to the side, and Brenden's free hand found its way to my breast.

I was breathing hard when I realized what he was doing. Brenden was trying to make Tray jealous. He knows Tray likes me and is trying to throw it in his face that he can't have me.

I looked back over to Tray who was grinding his teeth and looked ready to kill.

"Stop..." I moaned into Brenden's ear.

He pulled back. "Do you really want me to?" He asked grinning.

I felt light headed and awkward, but found the strength to nod anyway.

"I really only came up here to help." I said quietly.

He frowned. "Ok, well finished this later. You look great by the way."

He let go of me and turned back to a very dangerous looking Tray.

Brenden made a pouting face. "Don't look so mad, you have a perfectly fine young lady at you disposal. Maybe you should try and use her once in a while. I know she'd love it."

I for got about Zoe untill now. I guess Tray was telling the truth when he said there was nothing going on between them. I wonder if Zoe felt the same.

"Hurry up and grab the equipment, the shipment leaves at 11. "

Brenden walked out of the room. "Oh and tell James he's gonna watch the girls today instead of you."

Tray scoffed. "James can't watch a gold fish, you expect him to keep track of eleven attractive females?"

"Yeah, that's the plan. Unless you want Travis to do it." Brenden walked off leaving me alone with a very angry looking Tray.