Sarah

Chapter Five – That Morning

“Morning sweetheart.” His voice again woke me from my dreams. As my eyes fluttered open I tried to focus; his face was inches from me. Leaning down he placed a kiss on my cheek before sitting up.

Sitting up myself, I pulled the blankets up, covering my skin from the cold air.

“There’s bacon and eggs in the fridge.” He said, indicating he was hungry. Shuffling out of bed I pulled on my bathrobe and walked towards the door.

“By the way, the guys are coming over tonight, clean this place up before they get here.”

I nodded my head but didn’t say anything as I made my way out the door.

Opening the fridge I noted that we’d have to go shopping soon. I pulled out the bacon and eggs, as well as some bread for toast and turned on the stove. As I waited for it to heat up I walked into the living room.

Making mental notes that the living room needed to be vacuumed as well as the TV and coffee table dusted, I looked back into the dinning room. There were newspapers and coffee mugs all over the table, as well as an old bowl of cereal.

It shouldn’t take too long to clean up the house, so I figured I’d take a shower after breakfast and get started after that.

As soon as everything was ready I turned away from the stove to yell up for Kevin, but was surprised to see him sitting at the table already.

“You look so pretty when you’ve just woken up,” he said.

“Thanks.” I said as I put his food down on the table, immediately turning away from him so he couldn’t see the red in my face. As much as I couldn’t stand him, he could still make blush sometimes. He could be even charming sometimes; when he wasn’t angry that is.

We ate in silence, as usual, and as soon as he was done I picked up our plates and put them in the dishwasher. As I walked up the stairs he called out.

“Where are you going?”

“I was going to take a shower.” I said, not stopping as I reached the top of the stairs.

“I’ll join you” He called from downstairs, and I could hear him climbing the stairs as well.

By the time he’d caught up with me I had already reached the bathroom. As I reached to turn on the shower, his hand covered mine on the faucet.

“I got it,” he whispered in my ear.

I pulled away slowly and let him turn on the shower; his kindness struck me as odd. What is he up to?

He waited for me to get in the shower before following behind me, and he caught me off guard when he grabbed for my arm suddenly. Turning it over to look at the mark he’d left last night, his thumb traced over the burn.

It still hurt, and I pulled away sharply, but he grabbed my arm again and looked up at me.

“I think I over reacted last night… I’m sorry.” His voice sounded so sincere, and the look in his eyes made me want to forgive him immediately. I wasn’t that stupid though, something was going on; he’d never admitted he went too far before.

Honestly, I was too stunned to say anything. I didn’t know how to react to his sudden soft side, so I just nodded my head and turned around to face the water.

As I got my hair wet, his hands slipped around my waist, caressing my stomach and hips lightly. I cringed when his hand passed over my lower back and he moved his hand away to examine it.

It was still soar from last weekend when he’d thrown me into the kitchen counter. Assuming from his now careful caresses around my lower back, there must still be a bruise.

“Sarah…” He whispered from behind me. He didn’t continue though, but instead ran his fingers through my wet hair, gently turning me around to face him again. Suddenly his mouth was on mine; but not in the normal forceful and dominating way. It was soft and gentle, and absolutely intoxicating.

Lost in the moment I began to kiss him back, and when his tongue touched my lips I granted entrance. Continuing the kiss, he grabbed my hand gently and placed it on his semi-erect penis, slowly moving my hand up and down.

When he moved his hand I didn’t stop and I could feel him smile against my mouth. I continued to slowly rub up and down his member while his hands explored over my body, lightly scratching over my wet skin.

Breaking the kiss he looked down at me and smiled.

“See how nice it can be when you just listen to me?” He said softly.

Snapped back to reality I pulled away and turned my back to him.

“You can’t just expect people to do whatever you say. Has it ever occurred to you that I have a mind of my own and I can make my own decisions?”

“I don’t expect everyone to do what I say, I just expect you to show me some respect and listen to what I say. After all, if it wasn’t for me you’d be stuck in foster care for four years being treated a lot worse.”

I knew he was right. Thinking back to the one experience I had with a foster family, it hadn’t been fun; not that life with Kevin was amazing. But without him I could be a lot worse off, with strangers I didn’t even know.

That still didn’t make what he did to me okay. No matter what he thought, he wasn’t some hero that saved the day or anything.

Choosing not to respond, I finished washing my hair and was about to step out of the shower when he stepped in my way.

“Sarah, listen to me; I know I over react sometimes, but if you’d just listen to me then I wouldn’t get as angry with you. I could treat you like an angel if you’d let me…” He trailed off as he ran his fingers down my cheek.

Leaning in for a kiss again, I dodged it and stepped around him, out of the shower. Turning off the shower he stepped out after me and grabbed the towel I was using away from me.

“Shouldn’t you finish something you started first?” He said, indicating downwards.

“I was going to get started cleaning up the house actually…” I said, reaching for the towel again, but he pulled it out of my reach.

“I think that can wait a little while; this needs your attention more.” He wrapped the towel around his waist and walked out the door into the bedroom, leaving me in the bathroom still soaking wet.

When he reached the bed, he sat down and looked over at me. “Come here, Sarah.” He said.

Walking into the bedroom, I reached for another towel that was hung over a chair and started drying myself off. When I was dry, I walked over to where he was indicating and sat down.

He’d been slowly rubbing himself through the towel, and as I sat down he opened it up and his cock sprang forward.

Remembering what he said in the shower, I considered if he was telling the truth or not; if I just did was he said from now on, would be stop being so violent? What was I thinking, in the two years I’ve been living with Kevin, I’ve seen his violent outbursts first hand, and sometimes it wasn’t even when I did something he didn’t like.

During the time I’ve been living with him I’ve picked and chosen my fights with him, and although he always won, I found it extremely hard to completely give in to him. I couldn’t bring myself to just accept what he was doing to me.

“Get on your knees, Sarah.” I’d wasted enough energy, and sleep, last night, and decided this wasn’t one of the fights I was going to chose.

Getting off the bed I sat on my legs in front of him and reached up, softly gripping his cock. I knew exactly how to get him off by now, in as quick of time as possible.

Unfortunately, he had different plans today, because the second my lips touched the head of his cock he gripped my hair with both hands and pushed most of it in my mouth and down my throat.

Gagging, my hands pressed against his stomach but he didn’t let up. Using my hair as guidance, he pulled out slowly and pushed back in until I gagged again. He slowly picked up pace until he was ramming in and out so face I barely had time to breathe.

Pulling backwards to catch my breath, he tightened his grip in my hair and let out a low growl of frustration. Finally, he let go of my hair and I fell backwards onto the ground.

Standing up he walked over to me and held out his hand to help me up. As I stood up he pulled me over to the bed.

“Lay down.” He said calmly, but sternly.

“Kevin, just let me-.”

“Lay. Down. Sarah.” He said a little more forcefully.

Lying down on the bed, he straddled onto of me and he cock fell on my face. Opening my mouth so he could enter, I was surprised at the sudden forcefulness as he jammed it all the way into my throat.

I felt like I was about to throw up and pressed against his stomach again, trying to get him off but he pinned my arms down before putting his knees on them to keep them down.

He pulled out and pushed back down a few times before grabbing my hair again slamming in. I could feel the vomit in my stomach about to come up just as he pulled out again.

“Stick out your tongue.” He said, and when I did he slapped the head of his cock down several times before sticking it in about half way and pulling it out again. He did this a few more times before pushing all the way in again, and I could feel his hot liquid running down my throat.

When he was done, he pulled out and covered my mouth before I could spit it out. As soon as he saw that I swallowed everything he let go of my mouth and sat down on the bed.

Reaching over to the side table next to the bed, I grabbed a cup of water to wash down the taste in my mouth.

“The guys are gonna be here in a few hours, you might wanna get started.”