Authors: Meredith McClain
Tags: #Anthology, #Erotic Fiction, #Novellas, #Romance
“If everything goes according to plan, she’ll learn some respect,” my father had said.
Nothing ever goes to plan.
I barely hear the door to the bathroom open. The shower door swings open and I’m being pummeled over the head with a vase. It breaks apart all over the shower, and some of the shards cut into my body.
Joanna has the look of a wild woman on her face, as she picks up a large shard of the vase and tries to stab me in the throat with it. I grab her arm and pin it behind her back.
“What the fuck is wrong with you!!!!” she yells.
“Calm down!!! Joanna, calm down!!!”
“You!!!!! YOU!!!!!”
“I can explain!”
“How can you explain this?!!!”
“My dad-“
“THAT SON OF A BITCH TOLD YOU TO DO THIS TO ME?!!”
“Joanna….”
I take her back to the bedroom, no concern for the water or the blood coming off of my body. I wrap her in some blankets.
“Don’t touch me!”
I try my best to explain what was running through our minds when we developed this plan.
“You two are my family-”
“Now you want to talk about family. You’ve never treated us like we were your family.”
“I was always afraid that you would leave me like my father did.”
She looks vulnerable, innocent even. She’s just a girl who’s a bit lost, trying to find her way possibly. And I just did something very horrible to her.
“Joanna, I’m sorry.”
“You’re fucking sorry? You’re fucking sorry?!!” She slaps me across the face. I forget myself and slap her back. She tackles me and slaps me repeatedly across the head. I flip her over onto her stomach and cuff her back to the bed. She slides her skinny arm out of the cuff, and I put it back in tighter. I cuff the other arm the same.
“You want to fuck some respect into me?!!! Do it!! Do it!!”
I eye the flogger on the night stand and grab it. I tease her, running it over her skin first before hitting her as hard as I could with it. It stings, as she lets out a slight whelp. I don’t like the weight on the flogger though and pick up the whip. The whip gets a stronger reaction out of her.
I speak a word on every hit. “Will! You! Be! Good?!!” The whip cracks in the air. Her pale skin is now severely red.
“YES!!!”
By now her back was good and purple. I poked her. “Ahh…”
I left her to herself. Hopefully she would go to sleep.
It continued like this for three days. I would fix us breakfast, make sure she showered and fucked and whipped her intermittently throughout the day. At this point, I had given her many chances to escape, but she didn’t. She began to get used to it.
We come home, and my father is in the kitchen preparing a late lunch. “Hello.”
“Hi dad,” we both say. My heart skips a beat hearing her say that.
“Can we go and see my mother; after I change clothes though?”
“Yes, yes we can,” he says, smiling. She leaves, and he comes and embraces me in a huge bear hug. “You did it. I’m so proud of you. Finally, we’ll have some peace.” He lets out a hearty laugh of satisfaction, as if he did the job himself. I don’t feel too good, but at least she’s going to see her mother.
***
She made a complete turnaround. She visited her mother, stopped her under-aged drinking, she even enrolled in courses at the local junior college for the spring. She also cleaned up her look, and made an effort to try to get to know the both of us a little better. I still felt weird about how we got her to this though.
“The means justify the ends David,” my dad said over cold beers and football.
“The means would have us in jail if she told on us.”
My dad shrugged. “She hasn’t told, and she won’t. We’re fine.”
I’m in my room watching Sports Center when I hear a soft knock. Joanna peaks her head through the door. She was wearing her thick purple robe with kittens stitched into it.
I’m a bit scared. “What’s up?”
“Even though the way you did it was horrible, you turned my life around. Your father isn’t that bad of a person and I’m starting to forgive my mother. I always felt like she didn’t try hard enough to get my dad off of drugs….that he loved the drugs more than he loved us.”
“He was an addict. They don’t know any better. I’m sure he loved the both of you and that your mom did everything she could.”
“I never felt like it was enough. I suppose that was selfish of me to feel that way though. And I can’t even tell her this, because she can’t talk to me.”
“She knows. And she’ll be so happy when she wakes up.”
“What if she never wakes up?”
“She will.”
“Thank you David.” She gets up off of the bed and slides her robe down her body. She’s naked.
“Joanna-“
“Let me thank you.”
“Not like this though.”
“What does it matter?” She straddles me and gives me a deep kiss. “Fuck me hard.”
With those three words, my reservations go out of the window. I begin to kiss her back. She stops it when it begins to get good, and slaps me across the face. I slap her back and toss her onto her back. She tears at my clothing like an animal, slaps my face again, and resumes tearing at my clothes, until I am as naked as she is. She kisses me one last time and says, “Fuck me.”
I enter her hard and fast and keep that pace while she bucks against me. She takes one of my hands and puts it around her throat, which surprises me, and gestures for me to choke her gently. I do so and I see a wave of pleasure sweep through her body. Her pussy gets wetter and I stroke her faster. She slaps me across the face again.
An idea.
I take the sash from her robe and hog tie her hands behind her back, and force her up onto her knees. Once again, I enter her. “You like slapping me?”
“Yes!!!” she cries out.
“You can’t slap me now, what are you going to do about it?”
She bucks faster into me, meeting my every thrust, moaning. I grab her hair and pull it hard.
Suddenly, she pulls off of me and turns around — awkwardly due to her hands being tied, and sucks my dick as if it is her last meal before her execution. Now I’m the one moaning, and I meet her lips, thrusting into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. Before I know it, I’m coming into her mouth, a powerful, intense climax. She swallows every last drop, and opens her mouth to show me.
I’m not finished with her however, and I push her onto her back and begin to play with her clit with my thumb, while pushing two fingers in her snug pussy. She arches her back and lets out a loud moan. “Harder.” I shove my fingers harder into her, as if I’m trying to find something, while circling my thumb over her clit. Her pussy juices get spread everywhere and she bucks into my fingers.
She lets out one final cry, and her orgasm begins. It is wild, intense, and almost scary even. I feel her contractions on my fingers and her bucking nearly gets out of hand, but slows down until she is gently rocking on my fingers. She takes in a deep breath. “I can get used to that,” she says after a while.
“Joanna, I’m sorry,” I respond while I untie her hands.
“We’re having a baby.”
“We’re what?”
“We are having a baby. I took a pregnancy test and I’m pregnant.”
My mind is blank. Nothing I want to say will sound good. My silence is not helping anything either.
Finally, I say, “What do you need?”
“I need for you to be cool.”
“I am cool. I’m very cool, like a cucumber right now,” I lied.
“Be cooler than that. This is going to be hard, for both of us.”
“We’ll be good.” I calmed my breathing.
“Just keep it in perspective. We’re having a baby. Maybe making sure that baby doesn’t go down the road I did will allow you to make up for it. And I can make up for my life too by doing right by this baby.”
I nod. She snuggles in close to me. I turn off the TV and we lie together in the dark until we both fall asleep.
***
The harder part was telling my father.
I caught him when he was coming into the house from the hospital.
I didn’t ask him to sit down or anything. “Joanna’s pregnant.”
He put his jacket on the back of the couch. “Son, you didn’t think to use a condom?”
“Hm, let’s see, in between planning to kidnap my rebellious stepsister and actually kidnapping my rebellious stepsister…no, condoms never crossed my mind.”
“You can’t have a baby right now,” he said in a matter-of-fact tone.
“You’re suggesting that I tell her to abort the baby? Oh, that’s just rich. Do you not understand what I, what
we
did to her? She just said that this is the thing that will finally make her get her life together and you want to take that away?
“Son, it shouldn’t be up for discussion.”
“But it is.”
I stood my ground with my father. “I can’t do that to her. I won’t. You’re having a grandkid. I can support the kid, I’m not asking you for anything, but we can’t do this to her. She’s doing well.”
“I don’t like this.”
“And I didn’t like that you asked me to assault Joanna, but I did it and I’m living with the consequences of that. Maybe you should too.”
I left out of the room before he could say another word. I see why my mother left him.
***
For the first time in over a year and a half, Isabella opens her eyes. She looks around, trying to get a sense of her surroundings. Her voice doesn’t work yet, but a flash of recognition crosses her eyes when she sees the three of us at her bed side.
My father takes her hand in his and begins to cry. “I missed you so much.” Joanna is holding our newborn son Conner in her arms, and introduces him to his grandmother. “Mom, look, it’s your grandson.”
Isabella tries to register some shock on her face, and almost comes close.
“Nurse!!!! She’s awake!!” My father yells. The nurse comes into the room and begins to check Isabella’s vitals.
“I’m so glad we never gave up hope,” my dad says.
“You not giving up on her is powerful in and of itself,” the nurse adds. “Even if she isn’t conscious, she knows that you were there for her. That’s invaluable.”
He walks ahead of us, ear attached to his cell phone because he’s calling everyone to let them know that Isabella is awake.
“We still have a long road ahead of us,” Joanna says.
“She’ll be good as new in no time.”
“She will. And then she can play with her grandson.” She kisses Conner on the forehead.
“And have a better relationship with her daughter as well,” I add.
“Yeah, definitely.”
***
It was a long hard road for Isabella to get better. She had to relearn everything — how to walk, how to talk; she had to get her motor skills back in shape, and her physical self in shape as well, because she experienced muscle atrophy from lying in the bed for all of that time.
She wasn’t 100% until Conner had started walking and getting potty trained. She beamed with pride when he made some awkward steps towards her, sitting in her wheelchair; she held her hands out for him and he fell into them, laughing. They clutched one another tightly and she kissed him on the cheek.
***
Joanna was finishing up dinner in our apartment. Connor was asleep in his bed.
I closed the door quietly and put my stuff up from work.
“How was school today?” I asked her.
“It was fine, I only had one class today.” She turned the stove on low. “It’ll be another hour.”
I smirked at her. “Good.” I grabbed her around her waist and pulled her in for a kiss. She squealed slightly as she slipped her tongue into my mouth. Our tongues danced around one another. My dick grew hard.