Lisa's P.O. V.
Chris took me on a tour, showing me every room, telling me the plans he'd already made for us, and each room. I didn't like the way he planned things without even thinking of asking for my input, or opinion. He saved his room for last, closing the door behind him as I entered further in.
"This is my room, soon to be ours," he said, licking his lips as he stared at me.
I could tell what was on his mind, but I was worried he'd leave me wanting the way he did last night. He stepped closer to me, placing his hand on the small of my back. His eyes roamed my body before he nuzzled his nose into the nape of my neck. His breath tickled me, causing the hairs on my arms to stand. I felt the warmth pooling inside me as my body reacted to his touches. His hands gripped at my side as he kissed my neck lightly.
"You're so beautiful, Lisa," he whispered, kissing my jaw next.
I let his lips leave a fiery trail along my jaw to my lips. He licked at my lower lip until I parted it enough to allow him access. His tongue explored my mouth with a groan, pulling me closer to him until my chest was pressed against his. I rested my hands on his torso lightly. I wasn't sure if I wanted it this time, worried about how it would end.
His hands explored my body over my shirt, cupping my breast as his lips left mine and sucked at my neck instead. I grabbed his hair, pressing further into him as I let my lust take over, pushing my doubts aside.
I took my shirt off, breaking his lips from my skin. His eyes devoured me before his mouth did. I moaned when his tongue flicked over my hardened nipples. He took his shirt off as well, guiding me towards the bed, until the back of my knees hit the edge. I plopped back,
making my breasts bounce from the motion. Chris climbed over me seductively, a hand on each side of my head. He leaned down, capturing my lips again, kissing me hungrily.
Maybe if I take control I can get off this time. I wrapped my legs around his torso, grinding myself against his crotch. His hands fiddled with the button of my pants as he struggled to take them off. I helped, throwing them down to the floor without a care. Next, I helped him with his pants, sitting on the bed as he stood before me. I stood as he kicked his pants off. This time I pushed him on the bed, straddling him. I grabbed his hardened shaft, lining it with my entrance, sliding myself down until he was deep inside me. I moaned feeling his girth stretch me.
His hands gripped my sides as he thrusted himself deeper. I swayed my hips over him, rubbing myself against him in the most pleasurable of ways. My hands landed over his chest pushing on it so that he was deeper in me. I was climbing, getting close to finding my release when I felt him cum shoot inside me again.
What the actual fuck?
I was so close that I continued to sway over him even as he grew soft inside me. "What are you doing?" He asked, making me blush, feeling very embarrassed.
He spun us, so that I was on my back before he slid out of me. He handed me some tissues he kept by his bed, so that I could clean up. I was pretty fucking pissy right now. That's twice now, does he have no common courtesy? Surely he realized I was getting close. He couldn't have waited like 30 more seconds?
"That's twice now, Chris," I decided to speak my mind.
"I know, you're fucking amazing, Lisa." He didn't get what I meant at all.
"Glad one of us enjoyed ourselves," I snarled as I got dressed. He froze mid bend, getting his shirt from the floor, surprised by my comment.
"What do you mean?" He asked, sounding upset.
"You left me high and dry both times. I was really close just now, too. You couldn't have waited a few more seconds?"
I immediately regretted my words as I saw the look on his face. I'd seen that look before, on dad, on Branden. My chest tightened as panic took hold of my mind. He was on me in an instant, his hand around my neck, pushing me back down on to the mattress.
"You get to have an orgasm once you've earned it. You can have one only when I say you can. Until then you please me in any way I want. If you're good, I'll please you."
His eyes were hard as his hand held my throat firmly. He hadn't squeezed, meaning to intimidate me, and not hurt me. At least not yet.
"Do you understand me, Lisa?" I nodded my head, unable to speak.
I'm supposed to marry him?
I'll be just like mom, only she and dad at least had a few good years before he turned into the abusive asshole he is today. Chris is already laying his hands on me. It won't be long till he hits. Are all men with money like this? I know Leo and John weren't, but are they exceptions?
"Good, now finish getting dressed," he said, letting me go. I laid there a moment longer, trying not to cry as he got dressed. "I said, get dressed, Lisa."
God, I was so wrong about him.
He seemed sweet, arrogant, but sweet. I can't believe I thought we had good chemistry. He had been so good with Abi, too. Now the thought of him around her sickens me. I stood up grabbing my clothes and hurriedly got dressed.
"Good girl, now come and give me a kiss and let's go have lunch," he said, holding his hand out.
He expects me to take it?
"No, thanks, I'm not hungry and I have business to attend to," I lied through my teeth, not wanting to be around him for another second.
"So you just came to fuck and leave? Sounds slutty don't you think?" His words slapped me as he continued to show his true colors. I guess now that he's shown me them, he doesn't feel the need to hide it anymore.
"I don't think so, seeing as you're the one that started it. I came to spend time with you. You're the one that wanted to fuck," I corrected him.
I'm going to speak my mind. It's the only powerful muscle I have for now. I'll take the hits that come as a result, but he'll never silence me. He grabbed my ponytail, pulling on it hard, making me bend my head back. He stared down at me harshly, probably contemplating whether to hit me.
"So as long as you don't start it, you're not the slut?" He twisted my words. "You're just going to open your legs to any guy that gives you attention?"
"That's not what I said," I defended myself, grabbing my hair so that it wouldn't hurt as much as he pulled at it.
"Don't worry, Lisa. I understand what you mean. You want to go around being a slut then I'll do the same. You can watch me fuck other girls in the bed we'll share as you lay next to us. I'll bring her the pleasure I'll never let you have."
His words stung, making me fight back tears for the future he's promising. We barely know each other and he's already deemed me a slut and tortured me. How can a man be so cruel? Why do I have this kind of luck? I narrowed my eyes at him, giving him the meanest stare I could muster. I refuse to let him see any pain.
"That's fine. I had to take care of myself last night. Thankfully, Richard knows how to please me."
The rage my comment caused him was palatable, and I knew I was in trouble, but man was I proud of myself. He has no idea I am referring to my sex toy, but I am finding great pleasure in knowing my words are affecting him like this.
"Who the fuck is Richard? You fucking whore," he pushed me down to the floor hard. "Richard is-"
I was slapped across the face, biting my lip mid sentence. He slapped me again, making my head fall to the floor then he kicked my stomach hard. Once, twice, three times. Each time I felt like I would throw up. The pain was terrible as I clutched my stomach with my arms, wrapping myself into a ball.
"That's what you get for thinking you can cheat on me," he spat at me.
"Richard is my dildo, you asshole," I grunted through the pain, forcing myself to sit up. "You're what?"
"My dildo, you know a silicone shaped like a dick for a woman to use while masturbating," I explained to him as if he were some kind of idiot. "I used it to finish what you couldn't last night."
Chris said nothing. I know his type and even when wrong he'd never apologize. He would never admit to being incorrect. He'll come up with something to excuse his behavior.
"It's your own damn fault for naming a sex toy. What's wrong with you?"
And there it is. Is this really what my future holds? More abuse.