Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ School of Love ❯ Chapter Fifty Three ( Chapter 53 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Patrick wrapped his arms tightly around her, not wanting to let her go. "Let's get you back to the motel."

She nodded against him and they finally got in the limo to the hotel. She sat in total silence as Gabe pet her hand and Patrick clung to her. When they finally got to the hotel she went up to the room. Rio drew her a bath while she pulled the dress off her. It was suppose to be a day she wouldn't forget. It was suppose to be the best day of her life. Now...it was tainted. The dress was tainted the evening was gone. There was no honeymoon. There was no happy ending.

Patrick walked in while she was taking her bath. Kneeling by the bathtub, he let his hand reach out to caress her cheek. "I'm sorry."

She looked at him. "I don't blame you. You have nothing to be sorry for," she said as she pulled her knees to her chest to cover herself. She felt a little uncomfortable naked at the moment.

"I'm still sorry. This was suppose to be a happy day." Sitting down beside the tub, he let his hand dip into the water while he looked at her.

She nodded. Grabbing the rag she handed it to him and turned her back to him so he could wash it for her. Her head rested on her knees as she let the bubbles pop around her.

Taking the rag, he ran it across her body, taking care to be gentle with her. "No matter what. You are now Mrs. McClain. You are my wife. I will never let this happen again." Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to her shoulder.

With that small gesture, she couldn't hold the tears in. She started to cry silently at first then in small bursts. She held herself and dug her nails in her skin. "It's been hours and I can still feel his hands on me, his hot breath on my neck." She didn't know if Patrick had noticed but Vince had left a small hicky on her collar bone this time, reminding her of what happened.

Leaning forward, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against his chest as he leaned over the tub. "He will never touch you again," he promised. "Ever. The only person who will touch you like that will be me, because I love you and because you love me."

She turned in the tub to look at him. "Wash it off me, Mr. McClain," she begged. "Make love to me and wash it." She crashed her lips over his as she cried.

He held her tighter, her tears trailing down her cheeks. He could taste the salt on her lips as he licked them when he pulled back. "Okay," he whispered. "I will make you mine and mine alone."

She pulled at his shirt to get it off. She was crying so hard it was hard to see but she didn't care. She just wanted to erase what Vince did. She wanted to only remember Patrick's body and hands. She just wanted to be his again.

The buttons on his shirt ripped, but he didn't care. He let it slide off of him. Looking into her eyes, he moved his mouth over the mark on her collarbone. Resting his lips on it, he began to suck and bite. He would make it his mark. His hands undid his pants, and soon he slid out of them and his boxers. Water splashed about as she pulled him into the tub. Her arms were tightly around him as she cried on his shoulder. Even if it wasn't the perfect day like it was suppose to be...it would end perfect. She would make sure of it. As he was pulled into the tub, his teeth sank deeper into her flesh and he tasted blood. He quickly pulled back, but either she didn't notice or she didn't care. Licking her neck, he trailed kisses over her jaw. His hands traveled down to his cock so that he could get hard. So that he could ease her pain. Her eyes were shut as his lips bathed her with his tongue. Her hands moved down his chest and around his back. Their lips met again and she begged for the tears to stop.

His tongue ran over her cheek, trying to stop her tears. His lips gently kissed her closed eyelids, and once he was hard enough he spread her legs. "I love you," he whispered, the tip of his cock gently sliding into her.

She pushed her chest into him and opened her eyes so she could watch his face. She wanted to see him make love to her. As his cock slid into her, he tried not to think of the other man who had pushed his dick inside of her. He tried not to think of how he violated her and took her as his own. While his feet pushed against the edge of the tub, he started moving upward, his cock sliding in and out at an upward angle while his hands trailed over her body. He had to make every inch of her his again. Her arms pulled him closer. His body was pressed tightly to her even as her chest hurt with the presser. She wanted to enjoy this but it was hard when all she could think about was Vince forcing himself in her. She met Patrick's eyes and blinked some tears away so she could see him better.

His lips found themselves longingly sucking and nipping at her skin. He was doing everything he could think of to take her mind off of...him. Off of what had happened. He knew how she liked it, how she really enjoyed it, but doing that right now was not what she needed. He couldn't be rough and hard. He needed to be sweet and gentle. His fingers began to work her clit while his cock slammed into her. He was hoping her release would help her relax. Her hand caressed his cheek and she dug her nails in his back to pull him closer. It was as if she was trying to force them to be one person.

Patrick hissed as he was pressed even closer and her nails bit his flesh. With her holding on so tightly, it was getting harder and harder to push into her with his hips. Finally, he just let his cock rest inside her as he wrapped his arms around her. Nuzzling her neck, he shifted and kissed her lips. "Let's just stay like this for a while," he suggested.

She moved her head to his shoulder and moved her legs up to his hips. "Just don't let me go."

He nodded, trying not to whimper as she moved her legs and pushed him deeper in. "I'll hold you as long as you want me to."

They seemed to stay like that for hours while she cried against him and all the bubbles were gone. Most of the water had been splashed on the floor but what was left of it was growing cold.

When her tears seemed to subside either due to exhaustion or because she simply couldn't cry anymore, he started to move out of her. "Let me take you to bed," he offered, moving her legs off of him so that he could pull out and pick her up.

She nodded against him and wrapped her arms around his neck. She was so tired, but she was scared to dream. He moved in the water, finally managing to get up. He lifted her up, not even bothering to cover either of their naked forms. Reaching out, he undid the stopper so the water could drain and he then took her out to their bedroom. Laying her down on the bed, he took one of his old shirts and began to trail it over her body to dry her off. He wanted his scent on her and nothing else.

She curled into a ball and pulled the covers to her. "Can I wear one of your shirts?"

He smiled and nodded. Going over to his bag, he pulled out another one of his t-shirts and handed it to her. "Here you go."

Leia sat up and put it on then a pair of panties. She watched him with her red puffy eyes as she pulled her knees to her chest. Once he had his boxers on, he crawled into the bed beside her. Patting his chest, he pulled her to him so that she could curl up beside him.

She snuggled into him tightly. "I'm sorry you didn't finish..."

"Do you really think I'm that concerned over that?"

She shook her head against him. Her eyes closed but she tried to fight against sleep. It didn't work so well. Minutes later she was sleeping against him.

Patrick stayed up so he could watch her tiny form sleep. He wanted to be awake if she needed him at any point in the night. Though she absolved this from being his fault, he knew that it was. If he had only killed Vince when he had the chance....

Leia slept until the afternoon. Gabe and Rio came in the room every hour after they were awake but only found her still sleeping. When she finally woke it was because her phone was ringing. She sat up and answered it. Her lawyer explained to her that the trial would happen at the end of the week but that he suggested not to go to many places. Reporters were everywhere. They wanted an interview with the young president of the Johnson corp. They wanted to know how someone as rich as her couldn't get a body guard to protect her. After she hung up the phone she looked out the window to see reporters sitting outside the hotel waiting for her.

Patrick moved when she woke. Rubbing her cheek, he stood and walked over the window, pulling the drapes to block her line of sight. "We can order room service and watch movies," he suggested.

She sat on the bed. Reaching over she pulled him over her, forcing his lips on hers.

Patrick was caught off guard by this simple motion. Her lips met his hard, almost hungrily. His arms moved to either side of her as he positioned himself over her. He broke the kiss, only to nuzzle her neck. "Or...we can do other things."

"Yes," she said as she pulled her shirt off.

He helped her with her shirt, his hands going to her breasts which he fondled with great care. He was worried that her sudden craving for sex might not be the best thing after she had been raped...again, but for now he would gladly oblige. She pulled her panties off them started to work his boxers off. Her hands moved over his back and body as she pressed her lips on his neck. His fingers moved from her breasts to her inner thighs. Running along her outer lips he let them slide into her, curling and slowly moving back out. Leia hissed and her back arched. Her lips met his again and she hungrily kissed him while her hand stroked his cock.

He bucked his hips slowly, yearning for more of her touch. Sliding another finger into her, he began to scissor her to stretch her for him. His hot breath rolled onto her flesh as he blew on her nipples, his tongue flicking over them while he moved down lower.

"Please...just fuck me," she begged.

He stopped when he heard that. "Are you certain?" He leaned down and blew on her clit. "You don't want foreplay?"

She sat up on her elbows. "Are you going to stick it in or not?" she snapped.

His eyes widened, but he nodded. His hand went down to his cock to finish getting hard. "Alright. Just give me a sec...."

She sat up and crossed her arms. She was very impatient at the moment and he was annoying her.

His eyes watched her face with a curious expression. He stroked himself slowly, allowing him a few moments to judge what she was thinking while his cock grew in his hands.

"Hurry up. I'm I just not sexy enough or something? Most guys get hard just looking at me."

Funny. That was suppose to be Lilith who made guys hard just by looking at her. He picked up his pace, his cock hardening almost instantly. With a simple shove, he had her laying flat on her back once more.

"About time," she said as she looked up at him.

Relax. You're about to get screwed," he assured her. As he moved over her, he took her hands and moved them up, gently pinning them by her head as he spread her legs with his knee.

Leia's eyes widened. She tried pulling her hands from him. "STOP!"

Instantly he let go. "Okay," he said, sitting up and giving her space.

She grabbed a pillow and moved to the headboard as Gabe knocked on the door. "Leia, is everything ok?"

"I'm fine!" she yelled. Looking at her hands she pulled them to her chest. "I'm fine..."

Patrick reached out and put his hand on hers. "I didn't mean to frighten you."

"You shouldn't...pin me down like that..."

"Alright. I just knew that you use to like it. If you don't want me to I don't ever have to do it again."

"I don't want to be held down." She pushed him back. "Just...let me control it this time."

He quirked an eyebrow. She wanted to be in control? "If that's what you want." He laid down and beckoned her to him.

Leia moved over him and lowered herself on his cock. Her pace was slow at first but picked up with time as she stared down at him. There wasn't much he could do other then raise his hips to meet her. His hands stayed on her waist, letting her have full control this time. After a moment, Leia moved her hands over his and pinned his hands above his head. Her pace quickened and she stared down at him almost harshly.

He couldn't contain the look of shock. It wasn't as if he was worried, she had just taken him by surprise. She was holding his wrists rather tightly and she was slamming down on him harder than before. "Leia?"

"Shut up," she said as her grip tightened.

He winced. That was actually starting to hurt. "Leia, relax.... That's starting to hurt."

She ignored him. Closing her eyes she rode him harder as her nails dug in his wrists.

His wrists began to bleed from where her nails punctured the skin. He shifted beneath her, moving his arms to get out of her grip. Something wasn't right. Leia wasn't being herself. "That's enough, Leia!"

She jumped as he yelled at her. Her grip left him and she sat up. Looking at her hands she noticed the blood. "I'm...sorry."

He held his hands up stared at his bleeding wrists. "It's alright. They're just small cuts. Nothing serious."

Slowly, she moved off him and sat next to him. What was she to do now? What could she do?

He groaned as he sat up. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she said. Were they ever actually going to have sex again? Was it always going to end short?

Patrick rubbed his wrists and nodded. Laying back down, he beckoned her to him. "Come here," he urged. "Climb back on."

"No. It's ok."

"Blue balls is going to kill me if you don't," he smirked, trying to ease her fears. Taking her discarded panties, he dabbed at his wrists.

She laid down. "Do what you did last night...the loving stuff."

Rolling over, he pulled her to him. Taking her leg, he guided it over his hip. While they both laid on their sides, he guided his cock back into her hole. "I can do that."

Her hands moved to his chest and she took a deep breath. She kissed his lightly before kissing him more lustful.

He took his time, letting her keep some control while he maintained control as well. He wanted her to feel like she could do what she wanted to him without fear of reprimand. His cock slid in and out, gently pumping her with growing anticipation. Leia wrapped her arms around him and breathed hard into his neck. With him pressed so firmly to her, it was getting easier to forget the night before. She was starting to think about the honeymoon and how much she loved Patrick. Biting her lip, she moaned into him. Patrick started to relax when she moaned. Sliding his hands up and down her back, he kneaded and massaged her flesh. He knew just how to tease her, to make her body tingle, he intended to do everything he could to bring her to her peak. She moaned again and arched her back. Her breathing picked up again and she finally came while whimpering and moaning.

He let her ride out her orgasm. His lips traveled over her jaw, trailing feather light kisses on her flesh. Once she was through, he just held her there, not moving, not doing anything. He wanted to simply remember the look on her face. The look of joy and ecstasy which he caused her every time he made her orgasm.

Leia's eyes met his as she caressed his face. "Please, finish...I want your cum inside."

He didn't want to. He didn't want to run the chance of getting her pregnant...but he couldn't also deny her. He started his pace again, his fingers tightening on her as he drew close. His nails bit her flesh, his cum filling her walls.

She felt the warm cum fill her and she moaned. Her head rested on his chest and she relaxed. "It's ok...I'm your wife, Mr. McClain," she whispered. She had felt his hesitation beforehand.

"Aye. That you are," he whispered. He would have to buy condoms, but he did love the look on her face as his cum filled her. It was sweet.

She kissed his chest then slowly pulled him out of her so she could feel him sperm pour from her. "Thank you...for coming for me."

"Anytime," he whispered. He let his hands trail over her thighs, his thumbs gently rubbing her dripping wet lips.

"When this is over, we should go away...just the two of us. For our honeymoon, Mr. McClain."

"I would enjoy that. Just you and me, nothing but a bed and beautiful scenery."

"We can go anywhere you want."

"It doesn't matter to me. All I require is you, some condoms, and a few sexy outfits for you."

She smiled and nodded. "I should dress like a teacher and you can be my student."

He smirked. "Why wait? That sounds like a lesson I'd like to learn. You could give me detention for once."

She smiled bigger. It got quiet for a few moments. Nothing could be heard but the TV in the other room. "I want to have your child, Mr. McClain."