Page 16 of Like An Animal

Therapists are mandatory reporters. If I told her anything, she’d have to go to the cops.

Jeremy pulls back and thrusts hard back inside me as I moan, meeting him thrust for thrust. My brain fogs as I get lost in him. His hand presses hard into my lower back as he slams into me again.

“Oh, God!” I cry out as he grunts.

“That’s right, baby. Take me. You fit me like a fucking glove. You’re fucking mine. Now, say it.”

My jaw slacks as his piercings drag along my walls, teasing and taunting me with what’s to come.

“I’m yours,” I cry out the words and he buries himself inside me to the hilt again, thrusting so hard my thighs slam into the edge of the table.

By the end of this, I’ll have bruises that match up to the table’s edge.

“Tell me you belong to me,” he demands as his hand comes down hard on my ass.

“I belong to you, Jeremy!”

“Again.”

“I belong to you.”

“Again.”

“I’m yours.”

“ Again. ”

“I’m your property. Oh, fuck!” Suddenly, my pussy clamps down on him as his hand slaps my ass so hard his fingerprints will be bruised into my flesh for days to come.

“That’s it, little ghost.”

That’s what he really wanted to hear. He wanted me to admit that I’m his property, that I completely belong to him and only him. It’s something we have fought about for a long time, going back years to when I didn’t realize that’s why he always attacked anyone who touched me in front of him.

I’m his. Maybe I always have been and just didn’t know it yet.

“What the fuck are you doing?!”

A voice booms from the doorway and I barely lift my head to see my father, looking both pissed off and disgusted.

Ain’t that the pot calling the kettle black?

He’s the disgusting one. Him and his wife.

So what if Jeremy is fucking me on the kitchen table?

At least Jeremy always has my consent. Even if I don’t want to admit it out loud, I’ve wanted it every single time he has touched me and he knows that.

My father never got consent from me. He just stole whatever he could.

That alone makes him evil and there are so many more things he has done that just make it worse.

“I’m fucking my woman,” Jeremy growls as he runs his fingers up my back and into my hair before yanking my head back. At the same moment, he slams into me again and I scream from how good it feels.

“Get the fuck off of her, you degenerate,” my father sneers with anger.

Without missing a beat, I reach back and grab the back of Jeremy’s jeans. “Don’t stop.” I don’t give a fuck if my sperm donor is present. I don’t want Jer to ever stop fucking me like this.

“You heard her, old man. She doesn’t want me to stop. Looks like you’re shit out of luck.”

My father looks so pissed that he is five seconds from either leaving in anger or hitting Jer. Kathy didn’t even look that pissed off, but he does and I know why. I’m not an idiot. This is confirmation that he lost his toy.

I’m not his victim anymore.

I can’t see what Jeremy does next, but I hear it, the sudden click I recognize from my early childhood. It’s the click associated with the cocking of a gun.

I didn’t even know Jeremy had a gun in the first place, but if he shoots my father right now, I won’t shed a tear. Hell, I’d probably even beg for Jeremy to keep fucking me.

“Why don’t you take a seat and enjoy the show Bronwyn is putting on?”

I thrust back against his cock, taking him in and out as I moan.

“You are a sick bastard, you know that?” my father grumbles, looking to be at the end of his rope. He should choke himself on it.

“Yeah, but not nearly as sick as you. You see, after I put my babies inside her, she won’t ever have to worry about me sneaking into my kid’s room at night and raping them.

I wouldn’t ever do that. Plus, I’ll be too busy keeping her constantly full of my kids to do much of anything else in the dead of night.

” Then, he drives his cock hard into me, stabbing my sweet spot, as I cry out, begging for more.

My father’s face contorts with rage and a dash of shame, but still he pulls out a chair and takes a seat.

Jeremy lifts my leg onto the edge of the table before ramming into me again. “Your daughter has made a mess all over the place. I’m standing in a puddle and you should see the table under her. She’s a super soaker for sure.”

More rage covers my father’s face as I whimper and moan with every thrust. And Jeremy keeps talking.

He talks more than I’ve ever heard him speak before.

He tells my father how wet I get for him, how good I feel wrapped around his cock.

He describes everything with a fine tooth comb as if he’s telling a story.

He’s intentional with every detail even when he says “your daughter feels like heaven and sin”.

The way he’s purposefully antagonizes my father is so fucking hot. So hot that the last line he gives sends me over the edge, screaming as I orgasm.

“Yes, yes! Oh, fuck. Jeremy!”

“That’s right. You take it so good, little ghost.” I buck my hips in time with his thrusts and my eyes roll into the back of my head.

Fucking hell.

My body is like a limp noodle as I come down from the high, but Jeremy keeps going, holding me up and fucking me like a sex doll he uses for pleasure. I know he’s not that far behind me and I’ll enjoy every stroke to get him there.

This will go down in history as the best sex of my life and I doubt he’ll be able to top the time he forced my abuser to watch him fuck me into a goddamn coma.