7 Pure desire

Jenna's POV

I rushed upstairs as the anger was stronger and more powerful than my judgement, not thinking about the repercussions that would follow. Who the fuck he thinks he is asking me to wear that slutty dress like I was a scarlet paid by the hour to satisfy his dirty needs? I wasn't going to stick with that no matter what he would say. I allowed him too much already and that was the last drop. I found him outside, measuring the garden with his eyes, probably thinking about the setup for the party tomorrow.

"Hey, asshole!" I shouted throwing the dress in his face." What the fuck should I do with that?" I asked ferociously, pointing to the clothe that was now in his hands. " You can take it and shove it up your ass. I'm not wearing that." I stated feeling my face burning from the blood rushing through me. He looked like he got struck by the lighting for a moment but that was only temporary as he quickly closed the gap between us, catching me by the hands and looking into my eyes like a true psychopath.

"Why? You don't like it?" he asked calmly like the scene before never happened. I frowned my eyebrows, baffled by his reaction. I struggled to release myself from his grip, but Henry was too powerful, and I slowly gave up the idea as I felt a sharp pain in my left shoulder. His eyes glared into mine icily, but I didn't care anymore, even if he would have killed me in that moment it would have been better than what he wanted me to become.

"Come on! You want to hit me?" I asked firmly, my eyes filling up with tears. He was barely visible now and I closed them for one second to see clearer as I opened them again. My checks were now wet and I raised my chin in defiance at the man who broke me all these days. Instead, he was calm, even a little amused by my outburst, but he wouldn't let me go.

"Why would I do that? You're not worth the trouble." He answered smirking and that made me struggle harder than before, making abstraction this time from the pain coursing through my left hand. Seeing that I could not break away from him, I spit him angrily in the face, if that was what you could call "spitting on someone". The truth was I mostly sprinkled his face as I had no idea how to spit, I even got a bit of saliva on myself as well. I began kicking his feet with mine frenetically changing one foot with the another, but he wouldn't bulge, all I did was soiling his pants a little and after one more minute of struggling and yelling aberrations, I stopped, exhausted and defeated.

"Are you done?" he asked detached by everything that happened only moments before. My feet were trembling now and I sighed, wishing he would finally let go of my hands. As if reading my mind, he released me and I rubbed both my ankles that were now red from his grip.

"Fuck you!" I added as a final drop to my ocean of insults.

"Now?" he asked, visibly entertained by my tantrum. "Ok!" he said without waiting for my response. In the next moment I found myself being carried inside the house like a sack of potatoes, without even the slightest effort.

"What are you doing you psychopath? Put me down...NOW" I pleaded while hitting and scratching his back violently. He lugged me upstairs without even a slight flinch from my protests as if I was a present he received and was ready to unwrap. After we got into his room, he tossed me with all his might on the bed and began stripping off his clothes. It took me a couple of seconds to gather myself and by that time he was half naked in front of me. I got off the bed quickly and he felt that I might go for the door which he immediately closed and tossed the key in his underwear.

"You want to get out?" he asked, slowly coming towards me." You know where the key is..." he stated, pausing for a brief moment and then adding "...come and get it." He raised his hands to the side, provoking me to make a move.

"Come on..." he ironically encouraged me." Don't be scared, I'm better at pleasuring women than torturing them." he added gingerly with a big grin, raising his chin. I scowled and analysed him, concluding I don't stand a chance against the animal. Still, my rage was pure and insatiable which gave me strength to fight a battle I could not win. He unbuckled his belt and let the pants fall to my exasperation because now I could see his hard erection protecting the key which I could barely distinguish where it was positioned.

I plunged at him roaring like a crazy woman, trying to get my hand inside his underwear. The scene was idiotic at best as I was struggling to reach at least the strap of his underpants with my hands. He caught both of them fairly easy and from one simple move he turned me around, forcing me to feel his cock rubbing against my back while his hands were busy removing my blouse. I pulled myself away from him only to be left in my bra as I watched my blouse being tossed at the other end of the room. In that moment I was certain that trying to reason with him was my only solution. I took a second to examine his huge bulge that screamed excitement and it seemed that the entire situation was more like a sport for him than altercation.

"I don't want to fight with you anymore...you made your point, now let me out, please!" I prayed, tired of the useless struggle to recover the key.

He hummed while moving his hands to his chest and said:

"I don't think so." He took the key in his hand, showing it to me like it was a prize I must win.

"Do you want it?"

"I want you to unlock the door." I said firmly after which I quickly ran back to him, trying to get it. He raised his hand too far for me to reach while the other pushed me away.

"Then you have to give something in return. I think it's only fair since I put up with you..." he made a pause to take a look at his watch and followed "...more than 15 minutes. My time is precious, little thief, so think fast. What would you give me in return?"

"I have nothing to give you in return." I stated, tears dripping all over my face as I heard myself saying it.

"Yes, you do." he decided, measuring my body with eyes full of lust.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I told him, trying one last attempt to snatch the key, but failing.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about! Jesus, woman, either you are very dumb, either you pretend to be. Which one is it, cause honestly I am getting bored of this shit." he said irked.

"Fine!" and saying that, I began undressing, crying uncontrollably from the humiliation I had to endure. Each piece of clothing was thrown furiously in his face, until I remained naked and vulnerable, waiting for his move.

"This is what you want? Here! You want to fuck me? To rub your slimy hands all over me for a fucking key? Fine! But I will never forget what happened here today." I said sobbing, hoping that, maybe in the last minute, a shred of empathy will finally emerge from that cold heart. He didn't seem impressed by my words and licked his bottom lip rushing to me, picking me up effortlessly and throwing me on the bed. I closed my eyes as he rapidly went on top of me, pulling my legs violently so that his shaft would have easier access to the entrance. He began kissing me softly which made me moan silently. This was the first time when I saw another side of him. He unwillingly exposed a tenderness that made my body craved for more despite my protests, and he felt it.

"Shh..." he whispered gently into my ear, licking my earlobe and biting it lightly. "Just relax..." he continued, somewhat assuring me nothing bad was going to happen. I felt his starving lips kissing my neck and going all the way down to my chest. As soon as I felt his mouth playing with my bosom, I tried to raise my torso, afraid of my own body betraying me except he pushed me down gently but firmly with one hand while the other was stroking it. I complied and he continued, moving his head back to my nipple that was now hard and perky. His other hand slid gently between my legs, making me stiffen as I felt two fingers smoothly rubbing my clit and I bit my lip hard, not to let out a moan. He felt my resistance to his touch, and, as if punishing me, his fingers went inside, exploring my tight wet cherry that lusted for his touch. I whimpered, his lips exploring every inch of my body. He kissed my eyes, swollen from the tears I shed not long ago and took my right hand, placing it on his hard cock that was now out of his underwear. I began playing with it slowly and he closed his eyes, savoring the entire moment. I sensed his patience, waiting for me to surrender.

"Jenna..." he whispered," You are so fucking beautiful..." I felt his desire getting stronger, watching me now with savage eyes knowing he won the battle.

He claimed my lips, only this time he was hungry, desperate to make me his. I wrapped my arms around him, craving for more, thinking that it was a dream that I could wake up from at any minute. As if my mind jinxed me, he quickly pulled from my embrace and out of the bed like I was forbidden. It was like he snapped out of a trance, frowning his eyebrows and beginning to move agitated from side to side. I was left standing in his bed naked and clueless of what was happening.

"I can't do this." I see him rubbing his head with his hands, silently swearing words I could not distinguish. I remained inert, not knowing what to do or how to react. That man was an enigma in every way possible.

"Get out!" he suddenly shouted with rage, veins popping out of his neck and face turning red.

"W-what?" I stuttered, afraid of him. He didn't respond because deep down inside he knew there was no answer capable enough to justify his actions, instead he opened the door and threw my clothes in the hallway.

"Get out!" he repeated himself, restraining his feelings. I rapidly got out of the room, shame reading all over my face as I picked up my clothes thrown at his front door. I felt a knife coursing through my heart, not because of the rejection or repulsion in his eyes when he asked me to leave, but because there was much more to Henry Strauss than people knew.