Marigold turned to see Jimmy Woods standing beside her. She’d been leaning up against the wooden bar, observing the people coming in and out of the establishment. None were impressive, and she wasn’t shocked they were here for paid sex.
Many of them she knew from the Mills, the feed store, a couple even worked with her Daddy. She’d seen their looks of surprise at seeing her, which was quickly replaced with understanding. Her Daddy was a fuck-up. Surprise, surprise. They’d avoided her though, a small part of her acknowledging a gained respect for them because of it.
“Yes?”
He leaned his heavy frame against the bar, flashing her a leering smile. “I don’t believe I’ve seen you around here before.”
“Hmm.”
She shrugged; trying desperately to concentrate on the terrible country song playing from the old jukebox, and not on how much she wanted to punch the man beside her in the throat.
“Well now, come on sweetie. Can’t you at least talk to me?”
Marigold could smell the already stale stench of liquor on his breath and shuddered. That garbage dump of a mouth was not getting anywhere near her, or on her. She’d die first…or maybe he would.
“No.” Marigold threw back the rest of her drink before slamming the glass tumbler on the bar. She wasn’t even old enough to drink but in Bayou; no one paid those kind of laws any attention. As she moved to leave, she felt the hot, strong grasp of his sweaty hand wrapping around her tiny wrist.
“Now wait a minute. I came in here to get some company, and I’m damn well going to get it.”
Marigold gazed at the grip holding tight to her wrist, and she knew her eyes were flashing fire. This drunk, slob of a man would not get his way tonight. It’d be a nice reality shock for him.
“Then I suggest you find it with someone else.”
She jerked her wrist from his hand before starting to walk off. She felt his furious presences just before he grabbed her. Marigold felt her body being whirled around as she was slammed into the bar. The hard wood dug into her spine, leaving a bruise she knew she’d find tomorrow. She instinctively understood Jimmy was going to hit her, the rage in his drunken eyes spoke volumes; but she didn’t flinch.
As Jimmy raised his hand, she noticed Jackson coming across the crowded bar, people moving out of his way as if he were a steam engine. All eyes were on her and the drunken fool. In the oldest Broussard’s eyes, she saw a mixture of concern and irritation. The first emotion gave her pause, but only for a second.
“Excuse me, Jimmy?”
The man’s confused, glazed eyes turned to Jackson. “Yeah Jack?”
“What are you doing?”
“You found a real bitch in this one, Jack.”
“Be that as it may, you need to take your hands off her.”
She saw Jackson’s eyes were cold, a gleam in them no one would be stupid enough to argue with. Jimmy turned from him, giving her one last dirty glare, before dropping her arm.
“No one wants your ugly ass anyways.”
A small, pleased smile crossed her face before she could stop it. She was aware both men saw it, but said nothing. She noticed the bar had become dead quiet; everyone staring at her and Jackson as Jimmy huffed off to creep on someone else.
“You okay?”
“Mhmm.”
His eyes raked her over before he turned and looked at everyone. “Bars aren’t meant to be quiet. Let’s liven it back up again.”
Words started flowing like liquor and Marigold noticed Jimmy had already found someone else to harass. She could feel other patrons eyes on her, but knew no one else would be messing with her tonight. She was a nice girl, but life had taught her to be hard.
“Uh Marigold, the point of the place is to please the customers, not piss them off.”
She glanced at Jackson and gave a nonchalant shrug. “Okay.”
“You’ll need that one hundred fifty at the end of the week so therefore, you need them.”
“Okay.”
She saw the same flash of impatience but this time, a hint of intrigue as well. She didn’t want this man to be interested in her. He moved closer; his hard, thick body pressing her back into the wooden bar. She felt his erection against her stomach and tried not to let the disgust show.
“This can be done the easy way or the hard way.”
Her fiery eyes dug into his cold ones. “I’ll keep that in mind, Mr. Broussard.”
She gave him a smile, letting him know exactly where she’d like him to go, before pushing his body away from hers and sauntering off.
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Marigold stood outside the old, rundown bar; simply gazing up at the night sky. The stars were out in full force, and since tonight had been a waste of time, she was glad she’d stepped out to enjoy them. People came and went from the bar, men with goofy smiles and girls with woe begotten frowns.
A couple of the girls gave her sympathetic looks, but Marigold didn’t want their pity. She wanted to be left alone. She wanted her freedom from this Podunk town, full of shitty people who did shitty things. Away from people who would never amount to anything. Marigold was better than all of them.
She was supposed to be out proving it, at this very moment. She should’ve been on a bus heading…anywhere away from this realm of hell. She wasn’t though, so she’d pay her dues and never let them know her plans. Never show her cards.
She wanted her freedom, and she knew there were only two ways of getting it: death by humiliation or simply death. She’d take the latter, but she figured that’d give the Broussard’s just as much pleasure as the first. She was eighteen years old, had participated in sexual activities; but she’d never been fucked before.
She wasn’t a prude, she just wanted sex to be with someone special. She hadn’t found Mr. Special yet. She never imagined she’d lose it all to a stranger for a few bucks. The thought made the alcohol in her stomach churn, and she wanted to run away.
“It won’t work.”
Marigold jumped a little, turning to glare at Jackson, who swaggered over to join her. “What won’t?”
“Wishing on stars…or running away.”
“Hmm.”
She inspected the man in front of her. He wasn’t a bad looking guy. Tall with a domineering feel to his broad shoulders, built body. His hair was just a plain mousey brown. There was nothing impressive about him really, save for his eyes. Oh his eyes were the darkest she’d ever seen; like murine drops had been put in them. She imagined one could get lost in them, or die because of them. It made her hate Jackson Broussard even more. She knew those eyes would haunt her, but how?
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Jackson watched her expression turn cold as ice. The blue in her eyes seeming to grow brighter with her disdain for him, before she turned away to star gaze once more. He shook his head as he released a quiet laugh.
“You know you’re not really doing yourself, or us, much good by being out here.”
“I’m doing myself plenty of good. Sorry it’s not working out for you.”
Her voice matched the coolness of her face, making chills run down his spine and to his cock. It twitched as he thought of the things he could do to her. The way her mouth would feel encasing his erection, the feel of pounding into her pussy as she held on for the ride, making her scream his name.
Jackson Broussard didn’t consider himself a cruel man, or a bad one, but he always got what he wanted, one way or another. He’d killed the occasional man who stepped out of line, it was a way of life in Bayou; you either had or you didn’t, and Jackson had. He’d never actually hit a woman though. He may’ve been controlling, was adamant he’d get his way, but he wasn’t a monster.
His brother Shane and cousin Terry, on the other hand; didn’t mind giving out black eyes and busted lips. Jackson had never had to hit a woman or even beg one. They’d always given in and he’d moved on down the line. Marigold was different. She wasn’t caving to him and he wanted her too. His pulsing, erect cock really wanted her too.
“Tomorrow, I won’t be here, but my Daddy will. You won’t be standing outside the bar, Marigold, not if he has a say and believe me he will.”
“Okay.”
She didn’t look at him, didn’t even bother acknowledging he existed. Jackson couldn’t take the attitude, the air of superiority. He grabbed her, causing a surprised yelp to escape as he jerked her around. He pulled her tiny, warm body to his chest; clasping both her wrist in his hand. Letting his hard-on dig into her in warning.
“Are you always this cold to everyone or is it just me?”
Fiery blue eyes bore into his and he thought she might actually spit on him. She jerked her wrist from his grasp, tilting her chin in the air like one of the snobs from high school. He didn’t understand why though. She was a nobody, like most of the people in this town.
“I’m usually only cold towards trash.”
Her eyes flashed fire at him again and with an air of arrogance, she stalked past him to the bar. Jackson watched her perfect, large ass swaying in her tight jeans, and he knew she’d be a hard one to break. The problem was, she was beyond beautiful and she could do a lot of business for them if she just lost the attitude. He smiled and looked forward to being the one to break her.
Adult story Editor says
2017 First time xxx stories: Marigold’s Undoing – Chapter 1A
Jackson stood in the cramped kitchen of his childhood home, arguing with his Daddy about Marigold Fontenot. They’d been going in circles about her ever since she arrived. His Daddy thought he should just beat her into submission. Jackson knew the tactic would do no good.
His impatient anger grew stronger every day towards the stubborn, mule of a girl. She refused to please customers, she refused to dance with them, she refused to do what she was told, she refused to eat, she just plain refused to do anything anyone said. She had to be the most hardheaded, pain in the ass person Jackson had ever met; and he was completely enamored by her.
He wanted to kill her out of pent up frustration. He wanted to smack the arrogant, smug look off her face. The one she shouldn’t have, especially considering the position she was in. She had no cards to play, no rights, nothing; yet, she fought tooth and nail against every expectation they made of her. It flustered him, aggravated him, angered him, and drove his cock crazy.
Jackson found himself fantasizing about her, only her. The way her dark, raven hair was always pulled up; revealing her slender, pale neck. A throat perfect for kissing, nuzzling into, marking with hickies, like an immature thirteen-year-old boy. Marigold was supposed to wear a dress, naturally she refused. Jackson found he didn’t mind so much anymore. His favorite part of antagonizing her, was to watch her walk away from him with a huff. The madder she was, the more her sculpted ass bounced in her tight jeans. The more her hips swayed, the harder he got.
Marigold had been there one week. In that time, Jackson had gone on one date. He’d hated it. The girl had been boring, accommodating, pleasant. Normally, he enjoyed those attributes. They led to him getting what he wanted. Thanks to Marigold, who’d been the only thing on his mind throughout the date; he’d yet to go out on another one again. He had to have her.
He stared at his Daddy, who sat at the table eating biscuits and gravy. This man was the power of Bayou. As a child, he’d seen his Daddy kill a man with no remorse. He’d seen his Daddy beat his Mama with no regrets. He’d watched the people of Bayou practically bow to his Daddy’s ever whim. Jackson knew what power looked like and because he was Claude Broussard’s oldest son, he knew what power tasted like.
His burly Daddy was a strong man. A bruiser of a man, with a beard, tattoos of the confederate flag on his arm and entire back, and brown eyes which seemed to warn people there was no soul behind them. Jackson was not in the least surprised his Daddy was feared. Yet, there he sat, biscuit crumbs all over his shirt and stuck in his beard. Jackson just shook his head and continued with the Marigold argument.
“Daddy, she isn’t going to do it.”
“Then I suggest you make her, Jack.”
“This will be the second week. For the first, she’s been cold as ice to anyone who gets near her.”
“Then, I’ll go tonight. I’ll make her do her job even if I have to stand and watch, or tie her down.”
Jackson shook his head. He wanted to be the one to take care of her. Not his Daddy. Also, the implication wasn’t lost on him his Daddy thought he couldn’t handle the problem. It pissed him off, making his hands clench behind his back. He glanced around the semi-messy kitchen they were in and got an idea.
“I want to buy her.”
He watched his Daddy put down the gun magazine he was reading, fork held in midair, before he gave Jackson one hell of a questioning look.
“What?”
“I want to buy her. She’ll clean this house, help with the meals, and I’ll break her in so well she’ll be begging to go wait on our customers.”
“Son, it don’t work that way. Besides, she’s supposed to be doin them things anyways.”
“True, but it could work. We don’t know, only because we’ve never had to make it.”
“I don’t like it.”
“She called me trash. I want her for that.”
His Daddy’s eyes peered into his and Jackson saw the understanding. He may not agree with all his sons’ decisions, but Jackson knew no one would ever insult him and get away with it. Not if his Daddy was around to hear. He nodded before picking up the magazine again.
“Okay, but only for a month.”
“Yes sir.” Jackson smiled at the thought of everything he could do in a month.
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“Did you get all that?”
“Yes.”
Marigold looked around her as she sat on the edge of the bed in Jackson’s room. She was surprised at the cleanliness, and how much she liked the dark red and blue colors. What she liked most, was the window. Her room hadn’t had an outside view to the world. His may’ve only looked out over the large, front yard; but she could see trees and a blue sky.
“Yes what?”
Her attention was drawn back to him as he stood in front of her. She understood why she was in here. Had understood from the second she’d seen his wolfish smile coming towards her. In it, a smugness and need she’d wanted to run from, but hadn’t.
“Yes, yes and yes.”
She really didn’t know why he was asking her to clarify she understood all her news duties. His voice had been condescending, the one tone she’d heard all her life. The tone that grated her every nerve, making the fiery temper dwelling inside her come to the surface.
He smiled at her, the curl of his lip adding a cruel gleam to the deep brown of his eyes. She felt her stomach instantly fall. The stone already weighing her down, grew heavier. A surprised yelp escaped her as his large, rough hand snatched her chin in his grasp; jerking her face upward so his eyes could bore directly into hers.
“When I ask you something, you will answer with sir and you’ll lose the attitude. Understood?”
She didn’t bother to answer Jackson. The frosty glare she felt on her face spoke for her. She tried to wrench her chin from his grasp, it simply tightened and she felt a touch of unease.
“Marigold?”
“What?” She continued to glare, his hungry eyes and harsh tone would not deter her.
“Do you understand?”
“You don’t have to question me like I’m stupid or I’m deaf. I heard you perfectly well.”
“Then why didn’t you answer me?”
“I felt no urge to…sir.” Her eyes flashed and this time, she pulled her chin from his grasp.
Jackson’s smile seemed to grow brutish, making the knot in her stomach tighter. “You’re going to make this so much fun.”
“Yay for me. When do I start with my chores? I wouldn’t mind cleaning the kitchen right about now.” She made her voice sound flippant, though she felt anything but.
“The good news is I bought you, so I can let you be used as much as I want or as little as I want.”
“Yay for me again.”
“Indeed.”
Fierce blue eyes glared into heat filled brown ones. In the silence of his room, she realized her life was about to venture into a different realm of Hell. Jackson grabbed her hand, yanking her up and against him, before running a finger down her cheek.
“You could be nicer and this would all be over sooner.”
“You could work on not being an asshole, and I could be with my family instead of here.”
She saw the change in his eyes, the animalistic stare of someone used to getting their way. They seemed to turn darker, deeper, colder. Eyes you saw right before you died, wondering what you could have done to stop your gruesome fate. She realized those must be the eyes everyone talked about. When they spoke of the Broussard stare, this is what they meant. She understood the looks of fear on people’s faces as they recounted tales of this family. Apparently, they weren’t just stories.
Maybe she’d gone too far, but she knew what he wanted from her and whether she was nice or not; he was going to take it. He’d taken her freedom without missing a beat. This would be no different. Why should she make it easy for him? She didn’t plan to.
“I think you’ve insulted me more in one week then anyone ever has.”
“At least you know I’m honest.”
“I’m afraid that honesty is going to get you into more trouble than you can get out of one day.”
She smiled a frigid smile, adding to the icy glare in her eyes. “I look forward to it.”
The room remained quiet as a tomb as a stubborn girl and a spoiled adult man, stared one another down. Marigold felt a chill settle over her skin, though the room seemed to heat up with his intensity. She watched, as if in slow motion, his large hand reaching out to her. It clasped her shirt tightly, before ripping it over her head. She felt the anger, the hatred in his jarring movement. Her stomach churned, making her pray she didn’t vomit on herself.
He undid the button of her jeans, his eyes boring into hers without missing a beat. He knew what he was doing, she would learn what she was supposed to do. This was one lesson she wished she never had to receive. She felt the rough material of her jeans as they scraped down her legs; slowly stepping out of them without being told.
He was going to take her whether she wanted it or not. Maybe if she tamed down the stubbornness a little, he’d be gentle. She felt his hands run up her thighs as a strange salty stench began to fill the air and for the first time, Marigold prayed for strength. She knew what the smell meant; had learned about it in the woods beside the pond. It made her loath the man in front of her more.
Jackson slowly brought his hands up her thick thighs. His finger grazing over her cotton panties made her jump as she tried to move away from him. His hand gripped her wrist as a cruel smile spread over his face. His dark stare nailing her straight in the eyes.
“I very much look forward to it as well.”
Fear licked at her every tense muscle but her expression stayed cold. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of flinching at his words. His eyes lit up as his fingers trailed down her thin waist, over her large hips and to the edge of her panties. He ran one finger along their edge, a leering grin on his face. Marigold held her breath, afraid she’d shudder when she exhaled.
He clasped the cotton in-between his fingers, sliding her panties down in a nonchalant manner. Stripping her as easily and coldly as he’d once read her, her final rights. She stepped out of these as she had her jeans. She wouldn’t give in but she’d try to make it easier on herself.
His large hands glided back up her hips, over her tiny waist and to her bra. This was the final piece of humanity. Marigold knew once it hit the floor, she’d be fair game. He stared at her as the sound of the material unclasping filled the room. A snake waiting to strike at her for all the smart mouth things she’d said. She’d never known a single noise could hold so many emotions: fear, disgust, despair.
The white, cotton barrier fell to the floor, joining her jeans and panties. She started to move her hands to cover her large breast, but they were snatched into his one large grasp.
“Get used to the nakedness Marigold. It’s all you’ll know.” His words sent fear rippling down her spine. She simply arched an eyebrow in indifference.
“Lay down.”
A simple command, but it asked so much. Give up your soul. Give up your personality. Give up being who you are. Give up your humanity. Marigold hesitated as she realized the end of peace was nearing. This brute of a man was going to take her virginity. Tears built up in the back of her throat, sour bile flavoring it, but Marigold showed nothing on the outside.
For once, she did as she was told; the soft bed caressing her bare back as she lay down-fully exposed to be looked over and appraised like a slab of meat. She stared at the ceiling but heard the sounds of Jackson undressing. Heard the metallic clinking of his belt as it was undone. The final noise of rustling clothes being shed before silence greeted her straining ears once more. Suddenly, the bed sank down and he was over her. Her face between his hands and she didn’t fight to move.
“Until your attitude is gone and your little ice queen act has melted, there will be no compassion in this room. Do you understand?”
“That you’re a monster? Yes sir.”
She saw a pained look pass over his face before it went blank. What else could he possibility think she’d believe? His deep, brown eyes stared into hers as the tip of his cock touched her pussy lips. Marigold knew it was going to be painful. She knew he was going to rip her apart from the inside out. Her cunt wasn’t even wet. No lubrication to make the ride even a bit easier. She felt every muscle tense, knowing it’d only make it worse, but genuinely fearing the pain to come.
His lips brushed over hers, amazingly soft for a man’s. The rough, chapped lips of idiot high school boys in her class, were all she’d ever felt along her sensitive skin. She could smell his mint toothpaste as it wafted to her nose. His was trailing over her neck, tiny kisses being left along the smooth path. Still, his cock head stayed at her pussy entrance. She didn’t understand why he wasn’t just diving in. Hurting her.
The bed moved below her, a squeak emitting from the mattress against the headboard. She kept her eyes closed and braced for the movement. Her heart racing, the smell of her adrenaline mixing with his salty cum scent. It wasn’t a smell she hoped to breathe in often.
“Marigold?”
“Yes sir?”
“Open your eyes.”
She took a deep, calming breath before doing so. His eyes regarded her with a strange look of pleasure and concern. She felt his fingers gently brushing her hair away from her face as he continued to study her.
“Relax.”
An incredulous giggle burst out before she could stop it. Relax? Relax as I’m about to rape you. Relax as I’m about to bust through your cherry. Relax as I take your virginity and your freedom. Was he stupid? She saw his brows furrow before they smoothed out.
“It’s only going to hurt more if you don’t.”
“I’ll survive.” Her voice sounded confident to her ears. She hoped it did to his.
“Okay.”
His finger trialed down her body, goose bumps forming behind in its wake. She realized in the last instant where it was headed. This she’d felt before, but she still didn’t want it to be him. She felt his finger slide into her pussy. The juices there but not wet and ready. Her body and mind were one.
“Let’s work on this.”
She didn’t respond, but watched in disgust as Jackson lowered his head and began to suck on her pink nipple. She felt his teeth graze her sensitive tip, making it perk up as his rough tongue lapped over it. His eyes continued to dig into hers as his finger began to roam farther into her cunt.
She felt his finger brush against her swollen nodule, heard the sound of her juices as they sucked it in deeper. Another calloused finger joined the first one and they both began to twist and pull within her slit. Marigold felt shivers run down her body. A ping of pleasure built up in her stomach, radiating down to her pussy. Her body sent messages to her brain that his fingers and sucking felt good.
Marigold kept her moan locked deep inside. Whether her body liked the feel of his fingers stroking her now hungry pussy or not, she wouldn’t allow her brain to agree. It couldn’t. She couldn’t like this. He was a monster. Even as the thought crossed her mind, his finger expertly found a spot she’d never known existed.
Marigold’s body came off the bed in response. She saw his eyes lighten, a smile spreading across his face as he moved from one breast to the other. The grin, the smugness, made her heart harder. It made her hate him. She turned her every feature glacial as she glared at him. Jackson’s only response was to graze her nipple with his teeth, sending another shock of wonderful sensations running down to the apex between her thighs.
She felt his fingers glide out of her pussy, wondering in absolute bewilderment why it felt like her cunt lips were trying to reach out for them. Wondering how she could feel so empty when she’d never known such a feeling before. What was this man doing to her?
His soft lips left her nipple, both standing erect and hard in the coolness of the air. They brushed against his smooth, ripped chest as his mouth found hers once more. His tongue barged in without permission, exploring her taste. She tried to move her head, but his large palms held it immobile. Her lips began to move against her will as his coaxed a response from her. How was this happening?
His cock head touched her pussy lips again. This time she felt the juices between her legs as his tip moved them around. Still, he didn’t enter her. The waiting, the not knowing, was the worst part of all. Or was it the second? Her body enjoying the feel of this…this man might have been worse.
His vise-like grip left her face and glided down her body to her thighs. They were thick from all her hiking and running. The muscles strong and hard. She knew they couldn’t save her though. His grip tightened on them as her legs were thrown around his waist. She tried to sink further into the bed but there was nowhere to run.
He pulled his lips away from hers and she saw the same wolfish smile cross his face. Her annoyance growing stronger, along with her uncertainty. His hands left her thighs, their rough calloused feel roaming over her downy like skin. She felt a harsh grasp on her wrist as he yanked them above her head.
“Ready?” She simply arched an eyebrow in fake indifference. “Ice queen all the way.”
She felt the tip of his cock starting to slide in. She glanced down her body and saw his thick, erect shaft waiting to plunge into her pussy. It was large, wide, and his balls full with the semen she knew he’d explode into her. She wanted to swallow down the bile but her mouth was too dry. Her legs began to shake but she said nothing. Her expression set in stone.
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Jackson watched her face as his cock teased her now wet pussy lips. He’d wanted to dive straight into her from the instant he’d seen her naked body. A body that hadn’t disappointed. Large, full breast with quarter size pink nipples. A tiny waist, muscles rippling throughout her young frame. A country girl’s body. A light brushing of downy on her cunt. A softness he’d found pleasing as his fingers enticed her pussy to come alive for him.
Jesus, she was everything he’d wanted. Her body and salty smell so much more than he ever imagined. Her blue eyes, though frosty, glaring up into his made his cock twitch with the greatest anticipation. He smiled down at her, hoping to give her an ounce of comfort. She cocked an eyebrow with utter indifference at the entire situation.
It made him want to lunge in; jerking her hips in rough pleasure for himself. Pounding into her cunt with no mercy just to prove he could. She was so damn frustrating. He almost wanted to deprive her of any pleasure but his ego would be bruised if he did. He wanted to hear her scream his name. He longed to hear her moan beneath the magic of his hands. He wanted to bring the perfect O shape to her lips as her orgasm rocked her body. He would make her cum.
His hard cock teased her pussy lips once more, coating it in her juices. Juices he’d made form. Nothing flittered across her face and Jackson inwardly sighed. He knew he’d get none of the things from her he wished for. She would never give him that particular satisfaction. However, he’d still receive it from her body.
His cockhead pushed past the puffy lips of her pussy. A warm wetness enveloping the tip. Already he could tell she was tight, her muscles like stone. He’d told her to relax. She’d refused and so the pain was on her. He felt himself slide farther in, the entrance becoming tighter as his erection fought for space. Nothing had ever felt so amazing.
Her thighs clenched harder around him, trying to stop him though her face remained a blank. He simply pushed his erection in deeper, making her walls spread for him. Making her cunt open wide so he could bury himself inside. He was only half way there but her need was already trying to milk him. He’d wanted her for so long, fantasized about her every time he shut his eyes; he knew he’d burst soon.
“Marigold just-“
“I hate you.”
The words were quiet but they tore across him anyway. He felt the flare of his temper. He’d thought, maybe, they could get past everything, but no. She was going to remain an ice queen. So be it. He stared into her glacial eyes and plunged the rest of his cock straight down into her. He felt his balls slap against her ass. Felt something inside her tearing as he began to pump his erection in and out. He pulled his length out, only to shove his dick directly back in. A rough rhythm between her legs.
His hands held her wrist tighter as his eyes left hers to land of her tits. Her large breast bounced with their every movement, jostling when he plunged harshly back in. His rigid cock ravaging her pussy. The tip hitting her swollen nodule, egging it on to join him in pleasure. He could smell his own salty arousal, the flavor cocooning them.
His body rippled over hers as he thrusted over and over. The sweet, charged feel of his arousal coursing through his muscles. Her legs tightened as his movements sped up, her breast bouncing higher. Her nipples hard and pointing up at the ceiling, perfect to nibble on.
He lowered his head, sucking one into his mouth as their eyes defied each other. His cock, hard and swollen with thoughts of her, began to vibrate. He felt the passion starting to travel and knew he was going to spew inside her. As his pleasure grew stronger, his fragrance more powerful; he bit her nipple.
Her back arched beneath his chest and mouth as his cock shuddered with a sweet, pent up relief. He felt his balls releasing his cum, filling up her womb. Hot spurts marking her as his. Burning her with his need. Their combined juices mixing and leaking from between her legs.
His mouth left her bruised nipple and found hers. His tongue forced her lips apart, making hers dance with his against her will. Let her hate him. He could give her a reason. His limp cock stayed buried inside her tight cunt, a warm place he wasn’t ready to leave yet. A homey place he’d make sure to come back to often.
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Adult story Editor says
2017 First time xxx stories: Marigold’s Undoing – Chapter 1B
“What is that?”
“Where?”
“On your body?”
Marigold looked down at the shirt she was wearing, then back at Jackson like he was an idiot. She could imagine the look on her face as annoyance crept along her nerves.
“A shirt.”
She saw the change in his eyes. They’d gone from brown to deep brown. From relaxed to spoiled in the blink of an eye. He was the most mercurial person she’d ever met. It frustrated her to no end.
“Come here.”
“I just want to go to the bathroom.”
“Marigold, I said come here.”
The connotations of his voice always sounded severe when he spoke to her. She took a deep breath and reined in her own flaring temper. Maybe if she wasn’t hateful to him, he wouldn’t touch her again. His cock wouldn’t punish her cunt over and over again in a brutal fashion. His hands wouldn’t grasp her so tightly, the very blood vessel’s feeling like they’d pop.
She hadn’t left his room in three days, her entire body aching from the pain of what went on inside. This truly had become the seventh realm of Hell. What made it worse, was how her body always started to respond to his touch. How he could bring her to a brink she’d yet to go over. Her body was a betrayer but her mind was sharp and collected.
She walked slowly across his room because it hurt to move, and because she wanted to childishly drag her feet. Why rush to be abused? She saw him smile and she hated him. She loathed the feel of his rough hands on her smooth skin. Despised the way his cock tasted, the cum which spewed in her mouth. Deplored herself for gaining an ounce of pride when she heard his moans filling the room.
She walked near the bed, not close enough for him to reach, and crossed her arms. She knew it’d lift her breast, maybe causing him to get distracted and forget why he was angry. She could hope. What was the point of such an emotion as that?
“Yes?” She refused to say sir unless she was in dire straits.
“What did I tell you about wearing clothes in this room?”
“That I’m not to wear any.”
“And so?”
“And so?”
She gave him the same questioning look she’d given him a moment ago. Her aggravation boiling up even as she knew his was about to join hers. Jackson simply stood, reaching for her tiny body. Staying away from the bed had done her no good.
“And so, you chose to ignore my orders.”
“I chose to put on a shirt, so I could go to the bathroom.”
“You wouldn’t have needed it after you came out.”
“Maybe I wanted to remember what clothing felt like against my skin.”
Her snapped, cold response just put the same cruel smile she’d seen for three days, on his face. She needed to learn to keep her smart mouth in check for her own good. She knew she wouldn’t. She came by her stubbornness the honest way, from her Mama.
“Oh Marigold….”
He kissed her cheek before pulling the shirt over her head. She saw it flutter to the floor, along with another section of her pride. He used his broad body to push her all the way against the bedpost, smiling as her back rammed into the hard wood.
“The bathroom will have to wait a minute.”
He pulled her legs up and around his waist. The same large, rough hands she’d hated for three days; situating his cock near her pussy entrance. He’d just used her an hour before. A coating of his sperm and her juices still layered on her cunt. It wasn’t enough lubrication but his erect cock plunged in nonetheless.
Marigold felt the familiar thrusting as his erection pumped in and out. Her spine hitting the hard, wooden bedpost. Another line of bruises to be added to her pale skin. Her wrist clasped tightly once more in his grasp, held above her head making her large, full breast jut out. She felt them gliding over his smooth chest, the friction causing her nipples to harden.
Her body coming awake beneath his touch infuriated her beyond all rational belief. She felt the energy between her legs as his cock pushed against her swollen nodule, causing pure, charged arousal to build up as always. The warmness swimming in her stomach, trying to make its way to her pussy. The bursting feel of a climax he always enjoyed, just out of reach for her.
Her body had come close to a release, but he’d never allowed her to get there. Another punishment she received as his cock always got off. As her pussy always milked him; allowing his semen to explode inside her womb. Always feeling marked by the monster.
After the first few times of being fucked, her body had finally gotten used to the rhythm he created. She knew it’d be rough and tumble. Knew he’d clasp her tightly, bucking and burrowing his cock into her wet cunt. Teasing her swollen nodule, brushing against her special spot but never staying there long. It’d been excruciating when he’d ripped her wide open but now, it was just the same dull pain.
She felt his build up coming. Felt the grasp on her wrist tighten as his lunges grew rougher, more erratic. She heard his breathing speed up as moans escaped his lips. Her back bounced off the bedpost, jostling her insides and making her teeth rattle with his force. His mouth attacked hers at the last second, his tongue barging in as his cock released his semen inside her. Her pussy muscles clenching his shaft, sucking out his cum to fill her emptiness.
She didn’t understand why her body loved the feeling of his fullness, but it did. Her brain had even begun to agree, so now it was left to her stubbornness to rebel. She wiggled beneath his body, trying desperately to move her mouth away from his. She hated the kissing most. It was too intimate. She felt nothing kind towards this man and wished he’d just stick to fucking her. She thought he was trying to get her to like him. It made her laugh and simultaneously question his sanity.
She felt the familiar pulling out and the aching. Her legs screamed in pain, the muscles sore from being clenched so tightly. Her pussy begged for a reprieve, while also longing for a chance at release. Marigold said nothing to all of it. She made no sound even when he told her to. She would never give him the satisfaction.
Jackson kissed her hard before settling her feet back on the ground. He smiled at her, making her want to spit in his face. He always got enjoyment out of her discomfort. Out of the way he made her body do things she didn’t want it to. She knew, though she never moaned, he believed he’d made her cum. If he knew she hadn’t, his ego would be shattered. She was saving this tidbit for a rainy day. She knew it would come. It had too.
“Hurry back.”
She lifted an eyebrow in response before slowly walking away. In the bathroom, she studied herself in the mirror. Far away eyes, both of them with black circles underneath from lack of sleep, stared back at her. Her lips were swollen and bruised from his hard, unyielding kisses.
Her upper arms and wrist had bruises in the shape of fingerprints. Her thighs had the same marks. She touched herself and when she pulled her hand away, there was fresh blood. Her body was not quite used to the wear and tear of belonging to someone for the sole purpose of fucking. She didn’t know how the prostitutes did it.
In the reflection, her own sad eyes bore into her. How many times could he want her? How was he not tired? Didn’t he have to work? Were there really only twenty-four hours in a day? Was this purgatory and was she already paying for all the sins of her family? How could someone be so cruel? Why on earth did he think she’d ever be nice and kind to him?
What she wanted to do was spit in his face and run. What she did was stay and tolerate the torment. In the end, she really had no other option. Marigold looked at her reflection in the mirror and wondered when her eyes would become hers again. When her body would once more belong to just her touch.
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“Are you ready to go to sleep?”
“Yes.”
Marigold was on her side, curled in the fetal position, and facing away from him. He didn’t need to see her face to imagine the hate in her cool eyes. Her voice held a sharp edge she’d yet to change. He brought his hand down on her ass cheek and felt her jump. She wouldn’t get away with not saying sir to him.
“Yes sir.”
“That’s better.”
The light went out and he put his arm around her. He felt her entire body tense but he figured one day she’d get over it. He’d enjoyed these past three days. He enjoyed getting lost inside her body. Hearing her moan though she never opened her mouth. Feeling the power unleashed between her legs as her cunt milked his cock. The way her soft hair slid between his fingers like silk.
He had another day with her before he had to go back to work, and this thrilled him. The only downside: nothing he did slowed her mouth down any, but he still had time. He had ways of getting what he wanted. He’d gone easy on her. She’d been so tight the first few times, he knew she hadn’t been used often. It’d made him feel guilty about fucking her so many times throughout the day; but then her smart mouth spouted off and all rational sense was lost.
How could one, tiny, backwoods girl be so damn stubborn? How could someone so mulish turn him on? What was it about her that spoke to him? If only she’d tame her words, he knew they’d get along. He’d never wanted to kiss and beat a woman at the same time. Marigold made many emotions Jackson had never felt, swirl within him. He knew it wasn’t mutual, so she stayed frosty and he remained harsh. She would break. He could break her.
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A sound filtered through the quiet room, causing Jackson to wake as he realized it wasn’t a dream. Beside him, the bed was empty. He turned to get up, sighing at the thought of having to hunt her down; and smiling at the thought of how she’d repay him. The odd noise reached his ears again, making him turn toward his bedroom window.
She was sitting on the window ledge, her knees pulled to her chest, her hair hanging like a veil around her. Her tresses a deep, midnight black which stood out against the paleness of her skin. Even though they were turned from him, in his mind, he could see the fiery blue eyes that matched her face so well.
He realized he’d never seen her smile, but imagined it was beautiful. He could almost see it spreading across her face, lighting up her eyes, making her a goddess. Almost…but knew it’d never be directed at him. His heart felt heavy and there was a twinge of guilt knocking at his conscience. If she’d just done what she was supposed to, she wouldn’t be here.
Of course he’d wanted her, and would’ve had her a few times, but not like this. If only she’d behaved, hadn’t insulted him, hadn’t called him names. If only she hadn’t chosen the word trash. He could’ve dealt with a smidge of disobedience, but not outright defiance and smugness. If she wasn’t so cold and yet, the chill of her personality matched the image he had of her right now silhouetted against the black sky. A strange goddess outlined by the moon.
A memory came back to him but Jackson pushed it down. He wouldn’t remember his Mamas childish story of the Lady in the Moon. Marigold wasn’t her. A sound came across the room and he realized that’s what had woken him up. It was a humming note and it was coming from her. Jackson slipped out of bed and walked toward her. If she noticed, she made no indication.
“Marigold?” Eyes filled with nothingness peered into his. He wanted to chastise her for being out of bed but he didn’t. He wanted to join her on the window sill and talk, but he didn’t do that either. It was two in the morning and a fight wasn’t what he wanted.
He simply held out his hand and after a moment’s hesitation, she took it. Her hair fell down to her waist and covered her front. He could see a peek of pink nipple poking through the screen of her luscious locks, making his cock twitch. He ran his hand down her porcelain face as her eyes remained closed off, no smile gracing her lips.
“Has anyone ever told you, you’re beautiful?”
A look of genuine surprise filled her eyes before the nothingness rushed back. It was the only emotion besides hate and annoyance, he’d ever seen in them. They’d turned a darker cerulean color in her shock before fading back to clear ice once more.
“No.” She pulled her hand from his, as if she were angry at the compliment. He didn’t understand this girl. He didn’t know what made her tick, what could make her smile, what could break the spell of indifference. All he knew, was nothing he did held the answers to his questions.
He watched her walk quickly to her side of the bed. His eyes glued to her ass as she pinned all her beautiful hair up, before getting under the covers. He took a moment to appreciate the view he’d had, before joining her. His arm went around her, leading to the automatic tensing. He knew it wasn’t just at his arm though; he felt his cock as it dug into her bare back.
“Marigold?”
“I won’t do it again.” Her voice was a whisper in the quiet room, reminding him once more of the childish story.
“Okay.”
He’d wanted to ask her if she’d been truthful in her response to his question. Something in the vacant look of her eyes had told him she was. He wondered how it was possible. Anyone with eyes could see she was superbly built. Anyone with eyes could see the alluring, sexy aurora around her. How was it no one had ever told her? How was it she didn’t know?
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“Now I don’t want you opening that door no matter who it is, understand?”
Marigold shot him a look. She thought perhaps after four days trapped together, he’d realize she wasn’t a stupid child. Guess she was wrong. It spoke volumes about him in her world.
“Yes dear.”
Sugar would’ve melted in her mouth at the moment. She was so thrilled he was leaving. Not ecstatic enough to let the condescending tone go, but happy enough not to antagonize him too much.
“I’m serious. Not even if it’s my Daddy or Terry. I’ll go downstairs and tell them to let you alone.”
His tone reminded her of a dad talking to his daughter. It raked her nerves, making her happy mood turn cantankerous. Let him babble away. In her mind, she already had plans for the moment he shut the door and she was left in peaceful bliss.
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Marigold was gazing out the window and paying him no mind. Apparently, she thought she was safe because he was leaving. Jackson walked over to the edge of the bed where she sat, and snatched her chin in his grasp. He heard her surprise intake of breath as he pulled her lips to his. He tasted cinnamon, she’d refused to use his mint toothpaste; and let his tongue bask in the warmness of her mouth. The kiss was hard and intense, a warning he’d be back to do more than just that.
He pulled away, greeted by eyes blazing into his with complete apathy. Something about her piercing glare made his cock turn hard. He felt it starting to move his boxers away from his leg. If only he didn’t have to be at work. He could take her smart mouth and make it suck his cock off.
“Just because I’m leaving now, doesn’t mean I won’t be back for you at lunchtime. Remember Marigold, after work, you’re all mine. You’ll stay all mine until your ice queen attitude changes. I’ve never looked so forward to closing time.”
It amazed him how quickly the nothingness turned to anger, and the coldness took over her face. He knew if looks really could kill, he’d of died a million deaths by her alone. It made him smile even as it ruffled his temper.
“I can hardly wait.”
If her words had been ice, they would’ve burned him with their intensity. He looked into the deep eyes ringed with sleep deprived circles; and wondered if she’d ever be able to turn her smart mouth off. She simply cocked an eyebrow at him, silently daring him to say or do something. He would and he’d enjoy it.
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Marigold lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Her body hurt, and she was lethargic from lack of proper exercise and movement. She’d been stuck in this room for almost five days and extreme cabin fever had kicked in. She was used to hiking in the woods, playing out by the pond, fishing with friends or by herself. She was used to the feel of the breeze on her face, even when it was drenched in humidity.
She was used to the smell of fresh air, the scent of pine that saturated the particles all around her. The feel of grass and tree needles beneath her bare feet. Sunlight beaming on her face and the freedom to run, play, sing, chatter with the squirrel’s and be young. In this room, it all seemed like a distant memory. Her life hadn’t been easy at home; she wouldn’t wish it on anyone honestly; but it wasn’t here.
She longed to run free. Roll around with her dog Addie Girl, chase birds while her furry best friend barked and wagged her nub of a tail. She wanted to laugh with some girlfriends, giggling about stupid boys and town gossip. She wanted to listen to music while painting her nails, and discussing in hushed tones; all the things they’d done with boys so far. Instead, she was here and had done things with a man she hated.
Laughter didn’t fill this room. Carefree, jovial conversation was non-existent. The only smiles to grace these walls, were cruel ones matched by bitter ones. Marigold had never considered herself bitter, just realistic. Bayou life was hard, but she’d still found reasons to laugh and smile. Not here. Who knew one room could destroy everything good?
As she lay there, Marigold wondered what would happen if she walked out of the room and around the house. Claude Broussard would have a stroke and Jackson would have a field day making her pay for that sin. Or Claude might try to touch her and she’d die if that happened. Jackson wasn’t her first choice for a prison warden, but he was better than his disgusting Daddy.
What she really wanted was a book. At least if she had a book, she’d have an escape, even if only for a few hours. She loved to read adventures and sci-fi and plays. She went to places around the world, she went to places out of this world. She met cultured people, learned about life, and what takes place outside the bubble of Bayou.
She practically felt herself salivating at the thought of holding a book in her hands. Turning pages, getting lost in another time and space. Having a temporary reprieve to call freedom. Marigold doubted there was a book in the entire house, as if these people would lower themselves. Between running an obviously busy whore house, running a happening bar, owning and operating a legit Mill, drug running and selling; when did they have time to sit and enjoy a good book? The thought made her laugh. The sound of it making her jump in the quietness of the room.
There was a knock at the door but Marigold didn’t stir. Whoever it was would go away. She knew other girls were in the house but she highly doubted it was one of them. Even if it was, she had nothing to say. Half of her wanted to open the door, actually. She could imagine the look of surprise on their face when they saw a naked woman standing there. Of course, she was in a whore house so maybe they wouldn’t be all that surprised.
Marigold got up, gratefully putting on a shirt and panties. Jackson wasn’t here and he’d never know. She paced the small area, every now and then looking out the window. There were trees to the side of the house and she knew behind it was a cleared field. Nothing happened while she gazed out, so Marigold gave in and went back to bed. Maybe she could sleep the days away until she went back home.
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Marigold felt a chill run up her leg and down her spine. She shivered but didn’t open her eyes. She was still beside the pond, fishing pole in hand, radio playing alternative music beside her. A breeze kept tickling her, but she couldn’t understand why it just brushed her leg.
When she felt the sensation again, she blinked awake from her dream. Jackson was sitting beside her, his hand running up and down her bare leg. She looked at the clock and saw it was half past twelve. Lunchtime at the Mills and he was here as promised. She’d slept away her hours of peace and reprieve from his touch.
The idea she’d know only the same endless cycle of Hell until the end of her days, made her stomach gurgle. She couldn’t remember the last real meal she’d had. Now, the acid in her stomach made her guts churn. As much as she wanted to go home, all she had to do was peer into Jackson’s eyes to know it wouldn’t be anytime soon.
“Get some rest?”
She nodded at him, the look in his eyes a combination of annoyance and worry. She didn’t understand the latter emotion. She stretched her arms above her head, the muscles inside her body pulling tight as a string. The movement ached and burned, but she didn’t flinch. She’d never let him see how much he hurt her. Just as she’d never let him see or hear how much her aroused body betrayed her.
“I take it, I leave and the rules no longer apply?”
Marigold gave him a strange look, blinking away the sleepiness before noticing her clothed body. She felt herself mentally sighing. Shit, she’d forgotten to take her clothes off before going to sleep. Now, it was going to be an issue.
“I thought it was a rule only meant for when you’re here because when I’m alone; there’s no one around to enjoy the humiliation.”
She flashed a sickly, sweet smile as she batted her eyes. If it was going to be an issue, she mine as well give the son of a bitch a run for his money. Jackson smiled at her, a wolf in sheep’s clothing if ever she’d met one. In a flash, he was up and pulling her to him.
“But when I come home, your humiliation isn’t here to greet me.”
“If only I was capable of playing the world’s smallest violin.”
The sarcastic statement hung between them and Marigold didn’t have to question if she was in trouble, just how much. Like quicksilver, his eyes turned hard, a wicked glint staring back at her.
“These are never going to heal.” He ran his thumb over the black circles beneath her eyes. She said nothing, and barely felt the pain of the bruises.
“These either.” His finger brushed her swollen lips and still she was silent.
His hand reached down, cupping her cunt which vibrated at his touch. His fingers brushing against her, her bodies reaction to how close he was, made her take a deep breath. Jackson smiled as he felt her body move against him. Marigold felt her pussy grow wet and it humiliated her. Why did her body like the things he did? She never got release and yet, it wanted to try.
He leaned in, his whisper filling her ear. “This will heal but the smarter your mouth gets, the longer I’ll make sure it takes.”
His voice sent shivers down her spine, her pussy growing wetter with the threat of his words. What had this man done to her? How could such a promise awaken something so guttural? He gazed at her and she made sure her eyes held nothing. No matter what he felt or how much of her arousal he smelled; she’d make sure to never give him the satisfaction of being able to wear his smug look.
“Undress now.”
She did as she was told. Sometimes things went smoother for her if she did. He’d never take away her opinion, but she could lessen the severity of her reprimand. She still retained that power.
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Jackson watched her undress before lifting her face so her eyes met his. “I want you to pleasure me with your smart mouth, while I think of what else I’m going to do to you.”
No emotion crossed her face as she went to her knees. The sight of her looking up at him, clear yet angry eyes digging into his, made his cock twitch. She was beautiful at all times but on her knees, was his favorite view. He watched as her steady hands undid his belt, pulling it through the loops with a whoosh before tossing it far away from them.
Her fingers fumbled with the button, a look of annoyance flashing through her eyes like lightening. He smiled which caused her brow to furrow. He wondered what she was thinking as she pulled his pants and boxers down. He knew he’d never know.
His erect cock sprung out, hitting her cheek and causing her to move away. He reached for her head, his fingers digging into her silky locks. Hair always pulled up, making a bun he could easily grasp as his dick fucked her mouth. Her eyes bore into his soul with a look of total disdain as his cock pried her lips open. He shoved his hard-on deep in her mouth, touching the back of her throat as she coughed.
Her eyes only grew deeper blue with anger, his cock grew harder at her glare. He held tightly to her bun as he glided his dick in and out of her mouth. Her tongue swirled along the head, running down the sensitive underside. Pings of pleasure cascading down from his balls to his erect tip.
He felt the muscles of her throat as he pushed in farther. They clasped around his swollen cock, making room for him to spew his load when his time came. Until, he enjoyed staring into her eyes, watching her mouth in the perfect O shape he’d yet to see from an orgasm. The sounds of her sucking him off filled the room. Music to his ears.
He’d missed her at work. Only five hours away but it’d felt like an eternity. He hadn’t planned to come home and fuck her, but she’d disobeyed him the moment he was gone. This was a start on making it up to him. Her teeth grazed the tip of his head, causing him to emit a moan of guttural need. His grasp once more tightened in her hair, making his cock shove farther in.
Her gag reflex was stuffed past the limit and so he slid down the back of her throat with ease. He saw her struggling to breathe, pulling back to allow air before plunging back in. The warmth of her mouth, the twirling of her tongue, the smell of his salty desire mixing with the aroma coming from her pussy; it was a perfect recipe for exploding his load. He felt the buildup coming as he gazed down at her.
Jackson enjoyed the pleasure she bestowed on his swollen cock. Instead of thinking how to repay her smart mouth comment though, he found himself simply thinking about her. She couldn’t always be this cold and closed off. She had to smile. In eighteen years, she’d had to laugh at some point.
With her brusque personality she could survive in any environment, but everybody had fun. He couldn’t imagine her laughing and telling secrets to a friend. He couldn’t imagine a boy, or man, brave enough to face her, even if it was under different circumstances than these.
How could she be so hard already? So damn jaded and icy. Life in their town was difficult for most. Many were the have not’s of the world. Still they lived. She simply went through the motions. What could he do to change her? What could he do to get her to talk to him? He had to think of something.
As much as he enjoyed her sexual company, Jackson found he wanted to know more of her. He wanted to know what went on behind those startling blue eyes. Why she always hummed. What she always hummed. What her life was like before him. This girl was like a drug. Even though he didn’t like the circumstances revolving around why she was here in this room; he was glad to have met her
Her warm mouth sucked harder on his cock, her tongue swirling around the head before sliding back up. He pushed the tip down her throat, hearing her gag as she took it all down. His hand grasped her head tightly as a shudder began to move through his body.
He felt all the tension of the morning leaving him as he spewed his salty cum down her throat. The sound of her sucking and swallowing all his semen aroused him, even as his erection went limp. He stayed cocooned in her mouth, allowing her enough space to breathe, as he soaked up all the feelings of her lips wrapped around his cock. After a moment, he pulled out and peered down into closed off eyes as they waited. In them, he saw nothing. Maybe, she wasn’t breakable after all.
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“Stand up.”
Marigold did as he commanded, but noticed the harsh tone didn’t hold the same edge as it usually did. She felt him run his hands down her spine and to her bottom. Even as he leaned in to kiss her neck and cheek, his hands stayed where they were. A finger running along the crack of her ass, dipping close to her hole.
For once, Marigold knew fear. She felt her muscles tense as her heartbeat quickened. Instead of arousal, she smelled adrenaline. Tasted the metallic flavor of bitterness on her tongue, mixing with the salt of his cum. She’d made him release his load, letting it flow down her throat like honey. Still, his finger ran in and out of her ass crack.
She’d never thought her life would be like this. She just knew she’d never wanted to be touched at that spot. She knew he’d do it just to be cruel. If there was one thing she knew about cruelty, it was that it got bored with routine. She felt his hard body against her, felt his hand spreading her ass. Her breath hitching as she waited for the inevitable pain. Moments passed as he continued to kiss her neck. His tongue flicking against her skin before his teeth nipped her. His mouth found her lips, his tongue barging in with unbearable force.
Hers answered back and not without a trace of passion. It infuriated her to no end, but still she kissed him. She let his mouth ravage hers, tasted his mint toothpaste, felt a chill sliding down to her wet core. Time passed and nothing happened in her ass except the constant stroking of his finger.
Marigold continued to remain still and tense as a coiled spring. The rational part of her brain was still waiting. Knowing he’d lead her on before making her scream. His mouth pulled away, his glazed eyes looking down into hers. She was surprised to see a hint of a smile on his lips. He made zero sense and she didn’t know what to make of him anymore.
“I have to go back to work. We’ll finish this later tonight.”
His hand slid from between her ass crack, only to slap it. The shock waves running through her burning cheek caused her to yell out, before he disappeared into the bathroom. Marigold looked down at her shaking legs and wondered if he’d seen them too.
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“Do you ever laugh?”
Marigold gave him a questioning look before staring at her hands. She was propped up on pillows at the end of the bed. Her body as far away from him as she could get, without actually leaving the bed. If he was on the bed, she was on the bed. He felt the rule made sense.
“Marigold?”
She gazed at him and he saw a mix of frustration and confusion. He’d asked because it’d been on his mind a lot lately. Especially today for some reason. When he’d come home to find her sleeping, though he’d been annoyed she’d been dressed; she’d looked peaceful.
He’d liked looking at her. Watching her chest rise and fall as her lashes fluttered across her cheeks. She’d seemed almost sweet, angelic even. Then, she opened her eyes and mouth, the angel image quickly fading to oblivion. His concern for her sleep deprivation evaporating along with the peacefulness.
Her eyes peered at him from beneath her dark, black lashes. “Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, I laugh. Why?”
“Why what?”
She gave him an exasperated look. “Why do you ask?”
“I’m not hearing any sirs in your responses.”
In an instant, he watched her close down and he knew asking her more questions would be like pulling teeth. Not only was she stubborn in that she didn’t do a damn thing she was told; she also refused to answer questions no matter what they pertained to. She was the embodiment of the word frustrating.
“I don’t understand you.” She shrugged in reply and gazed off toward the dark window. He stared at her profile and still couldn’t believe no one had ever told her how beautiful she was.
“Marigold?”
She turned toward him. “Sir?” He let the tone in her voice go. If he got mad every time she copped an attitude, he’d simply stay pissed off.
“Do you know you’re beautiful though no one’s ever told you?”
She seemed stunned by the question. It was another he’d been thinking about a lot lately. How did people treat her outside this house? What did she think about herself? Obviously that she was better, but why?
“Beauty fades with time and is irrelevant. And no is the answer to your question…sir.”
“Even if beauty fades, it’s here now.”
“Who you are, what you do, and your mind, are the only things that matter.”
“The mind huh?”
“Yes…sir.”
“Do you exercise your mind often, since that’s what counts?”
He saw a flash go across her eyes but it was gone so quickly, he couldn’t place the emotion.
“No…sir.”
“Do you have friends?”
“Yes…sir.”
“What are they like?”
“Nice sir.”
“Do you like animals?”
“Yes sir.”
“Which is your favorite?”
Marigold looked at him, and for a split second he saw hate before he saw blankness.
“A cat.”
“Are all your answers going to be one word responses?”
“They have to be at least two since you make me say sir, sir.”
Jackson felt the chord on his temper snap. He reached out and grasped her leg, easily dragging her across the bed. Marigold gasped in surprise before recovering herself.
He jerked her stubborn chin up so he could glare into her eyes. Ones that shone back with just as much anger. Two mutual tempers colliding together. He knew neither of them would back down. Maybe that’s why he liked her. She made him work for everything.
The thought surprised him, but he suppressed it to the back of his mind. His fury at how aggravating she was now, more important than his realization. Jackson was almost positive they’d kill each other before they’d ever be kind to one another.
“Are you always this damn difficult?”
He knew he looked like he could breathe fire. He looked like he could kill a man. After bouts like these with her, he felt sorry for those who got in his way.
“Irrelevant to our situation, sir.”
Jackson considered himself a calm man. He considered himself a rational one. He was not by nature cruel or hateful. He wanted to beat Marigold to death.
“I have never met anyone like you.”
“Pity…sir.”
“Can you say anything without being a smart ass?”
His voice echoed around the room but it drew no reaction from her. She raked him over with icy eyes and shrugged in her usual indifference.
“Goodnight?”
She said the word so calmly and sincerely. Her voice had lost all traces of hate and sarcasm. It reminded him of the angel he’d imagined earlier. Jackson couldn’t do anything but watch as she got under the covers, making herself comfortable. Somehow he’d walked into her response and had never seen it coming.
He turned off the light and put his arm around her waist. He felt her become as hard as a rock, but he refused to change the routine. He wanted to be furious he’d been played. Aggravated she’d gotten the upper hand but he couldn’t be. For the first time, he’d heard a warmness in her voice he didn’t know was possible. She had surprised him in more ways than one.
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“You always please me, Marigold.”
She arched an eyebrow in her usual indifference. Though she felt a twinge of pride at the idea she was capable of pleasing him, she also wondered why he thought she’d care. She’d never given him the impression she gave a damn about anything he said or did. She saw him shake his head as his eyes darkened. Apparently, silence wasn’t the answer he was looking for.
“You also never cease to amaze me.”
She simply pulled her outstretched legs closer to her body so he couldn’t grab them. The stupid rule of being on the bed because he was, drove her batty. She wanted to be at the window, enjoying the view of the sky. Not stuck on the same mattress she’d formed an intimate bond with.
“Not that it matters, right?”
“No sir.”
She saw a smile cross his face. It seemed he liked she was stubborn. He made no logical sense to her. Her brain always on the alert because she never knew what would set him off or make him smile. At least she stayed neutral at all times. Why couldn’t he?
“What?”
“Hmm?”
“Why are you smiling?”
“You just…I’ve never in my damn life…how you can be so…just argh.”
“Hmm.”
“See, just like that. No response. No nothing. Just….”
“Neutral?”
“Yes.”
“So?”
“It’s so…aggravatingly hot.”
She remained silent as the words sank in. He thought it was hot she was indifferent? Was he bound and determined to take everything away from her? She wanted to beat him within an inch of his life this very instant. Let’s see how hot he thought she was then.
“Come here.”
“Why?”
His eyes grew darker and she inwardly shuddered. “Marigold, I said come here. Don’t make me change my tone or it won’t be pleasant for you.”
Her eyes flashed at him but she slid across the cotton sheets and closer to him. His hand reached out towards her face, and Marigold found she was holding her breath. He’d never hit her, but one never knew with him. His finger slid down her cheek, caressing her lips before falling back onto the bed. She wasn’t sure why he’d done it.
“I want to do something for you.”
“Okay.”
She watched his naked body slide off the bed before he turned to look at her. His cock was hard and standing at full attention. She wasn’t positive how it was going to do anything for her. It hadn’t so far. His eyes grew darker with longing but she watched in bafflement as he went to his knees.
“Come closer, Marigold.”
She crawled across the bed towards the edge, before looking down at him in bewilderment. She saw a smile cross his face, one which seemed to be laughing at her but not with cruelty. His smile seemed genuinely amused. This man was the walking definition of confusing.
“I need your legs.”
“What?”
“Put your legs over the edge of the bed.”
She shot him a dubious look before hesitantly putting her legs over the bed. His rough hands ran up the smoothness and over her thick thighs, before he began to spread them apart. She watched in a fog like daze, feeling her pussy starting to grow wet. One touch near her core and her body went wild with desire. It flustered her.
“Lay back, baby.”
“Baby?” She arched an eyebrow and saw the same amused smile cross his face. She was at a total loss.
“Marigold, lay back. Now.”
Dancing eyes bore into hers but his tone held an edge. She knew the situation could change at the drop of a hat. She did as he said, the white ceiling greeting her eyes as the cotton sheets caressed her back. She felt his finger slip inside her, roving around till he found her enlarged nodule. Swollen in need as usual.
Juices already starting to soak her pussy walls even as she shook her head. She could smell her own sweet arousal floating up to her nose. If she could smell her scent, so could he. He probably thought she enjoyed his torture. Her betrayer of a body did, on most occasions anyway.
His finger flicked her swollen nodule, making pleasure vibrate through her pussy and up into her core. It made her stomach flip as she opened her mouth to moan. She quickly closed it. She wouldn’t give him anything. The ripples of sweet desire coursed over her as she concentrated on breathing.
Suddenly, Marigold felt something else join his finger. Her eyes trailed down her body, past her large breast; nipples standing perky and yearning for his attention. Between her legs, she saw his deep brown eyes staring into hers. She felt the movement again, realization dawning it was his tongue now lapping at her cunt.
An unexpected gasp leapt from her throat before she could stop it. No one had done this to her. Boys had tried, but she’d always pulled away. She wanted to now but his grip tightened as his eyes grew darker.
“Jackson, I-” His tongue sucked her enlarged nodule into his mouth, a moan sounding deep in her throat. An exquisite feel pulling between the apex of her thighs. A flush began to crawl along her pale skin.
She looked back up towards the ceiling as her fingers grazed her nipples. She heard a pleased groan emit from the man between her legs. Her eyes finding his as she continued to tease her pink tips. Pulling them, rolling them with her own nimble fingers.
Thrills of pleasure shot down from her breast towards his lapping tongue. In shock, Marigold found she was pushing herself onto his face. She was grinding her saturated pussy into his smooth mouth and chin.
His talented tongue working some strange bayou magic on her cunt. Pulling, thrusting, swirling sensations pulsed as her salty juices began to permeate the air. Her breath growing shallower as a finger joined his roving mouth.
She couldn’t understand her body betraying her. It was fighting to feel the throws of ecstasy he always seemed to experience. She felt a powerful current pulling from the core of her stomach. Shooting pleasure radiating towards his tongue.
Marigold teased her sharp nipples as Jackson’s dark eyes bore into hers. She felt his grip tighten as he buried his face into her pussy lips. Her cunt taking his tongue hostage as he annihilated her swollen nodule.
A scream ripped from Marigold’s throat, her back arching off the bed. Her hand left her breast to push his face farther into her exploding juices. Her pussy was leaking a gush of pleasure. A feeling she’d never thought to have in this room.
Her body shivered as cool air caressed her skin. She took deep, shaking breaths to calm her heartbeat. She couldn’t believe she’d let him do that. She’d dropped her guard and now he could use it to hurt her.
Marigold jerked herself up and away in a flash, sliding toward the other side of the bed. Her hands grabbed handfuls of the sheet, trying to pull them over her flushed body. She saw the look of confusion on his face, along with a change in his eyes. She didn’t care. He couldn’t…he wouldn’t…she wouldn’t let him. He wouldn’t give her such pleasure. She didn’t want to feel it from him.
She could imagine the thrill of his tongue on her pussy. She knew it would dig in, lapping her walls. Sucking in her cunt juices. Making her honey flow before asking for the same in return. If he did this to her, he’d know she could feel pleasure. He’d be able to torture her pussy in order to get what he wanted from her. He’d have all the power.
“Marigold, I-“
“Don’t you touch me.”
Her voice was harsh and gravely. A mixture of lust and anger coating her words. She saw his own brow furrow before he stood. His cock pulsing with need. The head a dark red color. His balls swollen with semen, ready to pump it all inside her. He could do as he pleased with his dick but not her pussy.
“I was just going to-“
“I know what you were doing.”
“I thought it’d….”
He shook his head, sitting on the edge of the bed. She’d thrown him for a loop but didn’t care. The room stayed silent as her breathing returned to normal and he seemed to collect his thoughts. She saw his eyes turn on her, a specimen to be examined.
He moved closer to her, his hand reaching out for her leg. All she tasted was fear. A petrified feeling he’d know what he could do to her. Use it against her. Take another piece of her away. Marigold didn’t care what he wanted or what he was about to do. In a flash, her hand reached out and slapped him.
In the confines of the bedroom, it sounded like a bomb exploded. Her hand stinging like fire. A mark already visible on his cheek. Marigold put her hand over her mouth as she gasped and moved as far away from him as she could get. She was already on the edge of the bed, but the look on his face told her to move farther.
She hadn’t meant to hit him. Jackson looked at her with eyes she remembered very well from a few days ago. They were burning with undisguised anger. A merciless tint to his every breath. She knew he was going to kill her. The very room grew cooler, it seemed to be holding its breath just as she was.
His hand reached out and Marigold tensed for the strike. Instead, his hand snatched her chin in a painful grip, jerking her body across the bed to his. His brown, now almost black in their rage, eyes glowered at her. She felt her heart skip a beat, her lungs felt starved for air and she realized she’d had yet to breathe.
“Don’t ever slap me again.” His voice was completely calm. Her heart jerked in her chest.
“I won’t.”
“I will kill you, Marigold Fontenot. Do you understand me?”
His voice was deathly quiet but every word crystal clear. His tone spoke volumes and in utter disbelief, she felt her pussy convulse. It seemed to reach out to him. Zinging pings of pleasure telling her to spread her legs so he could finish what he’d started.
She was so lost in the thought of his tongue on her now saturated pussy, she forgot to answer. She saw a change on his face, it hardened making him look older. Making him look like the killer he promised to be. She tried to keep her scream pushed down as his grip tightened.
“Yes sir. I won’t. I understand.”
Her voice was a whisper but not a plea. No matter how harsh he was towards her, she wouldn’t beg for a reprieve. He let go of her face and stood. In a rush of jerky movements, she watched him yank on his clothes. His erect cock forced down by his jeans. His ripped muscles disappearing beneath a button up shirt.
“I’ll be back in a little while.”
“Where are you going?” The words came out before she could stop them. What did she care? He was going away. She wouldn’t have to be afraid…for now.
“The bar because if I stay here…I’ll kill you. You are the most…you just flabbergast me to no end. You’re so…damn stubborn, and mercurial and you’re driving me fucking crazy! God, just…damn it Marigold! I’ve never met anyone who made me want to kill them, fuck them, beat them and love them at the same time. You just…dammit!”
He was out the bedroom door before she could say a word. She heard the slamming of everything that got in his path and suddenly, there was blessed silence. Marigold sank onto the bed but she didn’t cry. Her entire body shook, her resolve shaken, but she refused to weep.
She knew Jackson would come back for her. God, help her when he did. She hadn’t paid for what she done, but she would. She knew she would. The zing of her pussy drew her attention once more. Marigold placed her finger inside her cunt walls, drawing back sticky cum. Her body wanted Jackson. Jackson wanted her body. What about her though? Neither seemed to want Marigold. Neither cared about her wants.
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Marigold got up. Marigold put on clothes. Marigold took off her clothes before Jackson came home for lunch. Jackson had her in whatever way he wanted. Marigold took a shower, then put on clothes. Marigold exercised in the small room. Marigold stared out the window until she saw Jackson come home and she took off her clothes once more. Marigold lay, or stood, or bent in whatever way Jackson wanted. Marigold ate, though most days she could barely swallow the food.
Marigold got hurt again by Jackson and wondered when it would ever stop. Marigold lay in bed at night with her tormentor’s arm around her, questioning herself on why she didn’t break it and run. Marigold dreamed of home and she dreamed of the boogie man. Marigold woke up to find the boogie man beside her and her day started over in the same manner as the one before.
Day in and day out, she would be nothing. Day in and day out, she prayed for a peace that wouldn’t come. She prayed for a hero that didn’t exist. She prayed for a stop to the madness. A stop to the pain. She prayed that something, anything, would break the cycle of just being used for her body.
Someone had to save her because she couldn’t save herself. If she tried, it would only get worse. Marigold didn’t believe she had the strength to survive worse. So time passed, the rhythm never broken, except when he asked questions that we’re answered with a trace of contempt.
Sometimes she spoke before she could stop herself. In turn, she received such a rhythm of pain she couldn’t imagine ever being touched on her cunt again. Yet, she knew it would only be a part of the next cycle. One day like the next, stretching into forever, and maybe even a little beyond.
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It had been almost two months and Jackson had bought himself some more time. His Daddy saw how much he liked Marigold, and a man deserved some happiness when he came home after a long day at work. Marigold hadn’t changed in two months and the one night he’d taken her to the bar; she’d spit on a patron and threw a glass of water in another’s face.
Part of Jackson was glad. He didn’t like to share what belonged to him and Marigold belonged to him. Part of him was disappointed Marigold was the same ice queen she’d always been. His Daddy was disappointed she wasn’t worth anything but Jackson paid her bill and so, he could have her.
Sometimes, Jackson woke up in the middle of the night to see her sitting in the moonlight. Always her hair covered her like a shield. In those moments, he wanted to join her and have a simple conversation. He wanted to touch her face and brush his fingers across her lips. He wanted to let her know freedom waited for her one day down the road, but he didn’t.
She always spoke to him with such icy disdain in her voice; he could barely control his temper. A rage inside him he hadn’t known could be so quickly ignited, until now. So the days passed a lot alike, summer became autumn and Marigold stayed like winter.
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“Take your hair down.” That’s all he said as he burst into the bedroom, slamming the door behind him.
Marigold felt herself jump at the force of his arrival. “I just put it up.”
“I said take it down. I won’t ask you again.”
His eyes were filled with anger, his voice holding more than exasperation. She shot him a look that told him where he could go. The look on his face, the cruelty of his eyes, made her think twice about back talking him more though. She began to pull the pins out, slowly. Her hair fell in black curly waves around her, a sweet coconut lime smell wafting around them. Jackson ran his fingers through her wet hair and breathed in the scent of shampoo.
“Do you put clothes on when I leave and take them off when you hear me come home?”
She didn’t answer and Jackson raised his hand to her. He’d yet to strike her but today could be the day. Marigold didn’t know why he was so pent up with rage but she realized she needed to be smart. She’d simply answers the questions.
“Yes sir.”
“Every day?”
“Yes sir.”
“Even though you know it makes me angry.”
“Yes sir.”
“Why do it? Why wear clothes at all? Why defy me at every turn?”
Marigold felt the thread of her temper starting to stretch thin. She may’ve been stuck in this hell, but he didn’t have to be so surprised she still had a damn will of her own. What she did when he was gone was between her and the empty room. She felt her pulse quicken as anger coiled deep inside her. A quick for temper waiting to strike at whatever he threw out.
“Why ask a question you know the answer to?”
He smiled, sending panic along her skin and pinging messages to her brain. His finger ran over her cheek before he pulled her to him for a kiss. It was hard and demanding. He grabbed handfuls of her hair but she made no sound, and barely responded. She willed her body to do her this one favor.
He jerked back, still holding her hair in a death grip. “Are you always so cold?”
“I’ve already answered that as well.”
“Do you want to stand by your answer from so long ago?”
Her bare feet met the tip of his work boots, her tiny frame bowing up to his in confrontation. She felt the room sizzle with their combined anger.
“Absolutely.”
“You are without a doubt the most….”
She watched him back up. Saw his hands clench into fist and realized they were quickly reaching the point of no return. She would remain this way toward him. He deserved it.
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Jackson moved away from her so he wouldn’t slap her. It would do him no good. Nothing he’d done had done him any good. She was cold as ice and hard as a diamond. He couldn’t win. She wasn’t going to break. He never thought he’d meet such a lost cause. Never thought something, or someone. would defeat him. He’d been wrong.
“What do you want from me?”
Her quiet voice seemed to fill the entire room. He stared at her in surprise. She never spoke unless he made her, and still it was a challenge. He saw her eyes were ready for battle but her voice seemed sincere.
“To lose the attitude and thaw out that personality some.”
“Why? What good would that do you? I’ll still hate you. I loathe your very existence. You took me from my family, threw me into some whore house, sent me to a Podunk shit bar filled with shit ignorant people, then I became your little toy. You want a best friend you can ask about their favorite animal, then go out into the world and find one.”
“I know you’re from here, but even you’re not ignorant enough to think your play thing is going to be your friend, are you? Do you really except me to hold your hand and sing Kumbaya? Well get real! If you died today, I’d spit on your grave and pray that the Devil was giving you your due. Is that what you wanted? Was that honest enough for you? Are there any misconceptions about how I feel or what I think about you? Because there sure as shit shouldn’t be!”
Her eyes flared like heated daggers, scraping across his skin with a fiery hate. Her voice echoed around the room, piercing his ears, igniting the tamped down rage only she seemed to bring out in him. Jackson stepped back, searching the room for something. He spotted exactly what he wanted, a belt with a nice silver tip.
All rational thought left his mind. He saw red everywhere his eyes turned. Fury coloring his every thought and movement. Jackson no longer existed. The good man he’d always believed himself to be, was choked out by her hateful, truthful words. If she thought him a monster, he’d show her what a monster could do.
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Marigold saw where he was heading. She felt the shift in the room. Whatever line he’d drawn in the sand pertaining to her, she’d crossed it tenfold. Her eyes landed on the belt as his large hand reached for it. A gut wrenching fear swallowing any pride she had left.
She was well aware of what those could do to bare skin and she was frightened. The sex that left her bleeding would be nothing compared to the scars that belt would leave. Marigold took one look at him coming toward her, and she ran. She was out the door and halfway down the hall when she felt him grab her hair. Marigold’s screams echoed around the hallway, yet no one came to her rescue.
Jackson jerked her, dragging her into his bedroom by her hair. She’d never had it pulled like this before. She felt like her scalp was being torn off. She hit at his legs with her tiny fist as she twisted and turned, but the belt found her naked body. Over and over again, he hit her. Marigold wouldn’t cry, but she screamed as she tried desperately to pull her hair from his fist.
“I hate you! I hate you! You make me sick! You’re nothing! Just a piece of trash in a nothing town like the rest of us! You’re a monster, and a coward and I hate you!”
Marigold jerked her hair from out of his grasp and crawled across the floor. The once soft carpet bit into her knees. Her fingernail got snagged, causing it to rip off as a burning pain shot through her. The belt found the back of her thighs and bare ass. She felt it go into her hair, tearing down her back as it got snagged in the curls.
Marigold wasn’t a coward. She wasn’t like them. She built up her courage, silently praying her legs would let her stand. She would face his wrath. Make him look her dead in the eye as he treated her like a piece of shit, like some rag doll he could fuck over.
She found the strength to stand; turning to him as the tip rained down on her skin. She felt all the different burning spots and she smelt blood. Another hit got her across the stomach and she flinched. The next one came close to her cunt and Marigold gave him a murderous look in the now sweltering room.
“You’ll never be anything to anyone. It takes a strong man to not fall to the powerful lure of cruelty. You’ll never be that man. I hate you.”
Marigold stood there as all the anger poured out of Jackson, through his swinging arm and into the leather belt. She didn’t even try to run from the blows anymore. She simply stood, legs shaking but holding her up. She let the sharp metal wreak havoc across her uncovered skin and she bled in silence.
Jackson gave one final lick of the belt across her thigh, before storming out of the room as violently as he’d stormed in. Marigold felt her legs give out as sank to the floor and sobbed. What new level of hell waited for her when the monster returned?
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Gravel flew as Jackson pulled into the parking lot of the bar. He needed to go back to work but he couldn’t. He was still shaking with rage. He wanted to kill her. She’d been so cold, arrogant and smug. How in the hell did she think she was above all them, and that everyone else but her was ignorant? Trash is what she thought of him. Jackson slammed the truck door and barged into the bar. Terry looked up and just shook his head.
“Girl problems?” His cousin smirked but Jackson didn’t.
“Scotch and keep it coming.”
“That bad huh?”
“You have no idea.”
Jackson threw back the first shot, but tasted nothing. He drank another, it burned but still no taste. Another and another kept cascading down his throat. No matter how many he drank, he couldn’t erase what he’d done. What his rage had done. He’d crossed a line he’d never thought he’d cross. His Mama would be disappointed. The Lady in the Moon would be disappointed. When had he become the monster she’d once accused him of being?
He could still see the fear in her eyes when she saw the belt. He’d instantly realized she known the feel of it before. For so long he’d wanted to break her, get a reaction, but he hadn’t expected that one. He hadn’t expected her to run. The red tint of fury had been too strong, it compelled him to chase her.
What stood out the most to him, as he threw back his fifth scotch, was how she’d just stood there. She’d just let the belt keep falling over her bare skin and hadn’t shed a tear. She’d simply held her ground, taking the beating in silence. He knew she was strong, but he hadn’t expected steel. He could still see the look in her eyes and they defied him. He knew she would’ve stood there forever.
The last image he had, was of blood flowing down her leg as they stood in the completely silent room. He threw back another scotch and willed that image to go away. He’d wanted to hurt her, but he hadn’t wanted to be a monster. He still didn’t know how it’d gotten so bad but his temper had taken over, and there’d been no going back.
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Two hours later Jackson walked into a silent, empty house. He rubbed his hand over his face and prepared himself to face her. He figured she’d probably be ready for another go-round, since he’d given her a reason. He walked in the bedroom and found her huddled on the floor by the window. Her panties as her only form of protection. Her head propped up on her arms, which lay across the window sill.
She didn’t turn when he walked in. He could still see the blood smeared on her legs and was surprised she’d done nothing to clean up her wounds. He looked her over, taking in what he’d done to her. He allowed it to burn into his memory to use for the next time she pissed him off. He refused to hurt her again.
He refused to be a disappointment to himself ever again. He was better than that. He wasn’t the coward she thought he was. Her words still rang in his ears: it takes a strong man to not fall to the powerful lure of cruelty. He had in that one moment but it wasn’t who he was.
He went into the bathroom and found a towel in the drawer. He folded the soft material on the counter top, before pulling out cotton balls, alcohol, bandages, and ointment. After setting everything out, he walked over to her. He kept his movements slow and non-threatening. She didn’t seem to notice he was coming.
“Marigold?”
“Sir?” She didn’t turn to him. Her words were her only acknowledgment.
“Look at me.”
He kept his voice gentle, hoping it’d convince her to turn. She did and he saw the look of surprise flash across her face. Her eyes landed on his out stretched hand, before she looked up into his eyes, and shook her head.
Jackson moved closer to her and she flinched. “Please Marigold.”
She titled her head like a bird, studying him as his plea hung between them. Tentatively she put her hand in his as he pulled her up. He noticed her legs shook. Knew it was all his fault. He suddenly lifted her tiny body in his arms, her surprised gasp tickling his ear. Her head rested gently on his shoulder, and he realized it was the only time she’d ever moved to voluntarily touch him.
Neither said a word as he sat her down on the folded towel before putting some alcohol on a cotton ball. He saw his own hands were shaking, something which had never happened to him before. Now that’d he’d broken her, he was afraid of shattering her.
At the first touch of the burning liquid, he heard a gasp. He wanted to comfort her, but her face was turned away from him when he looked up. He swabbed the cut and moved onto the next one. Goosebumps covered her pale skin but her body was warm.
He moved to the next cut and it seemed to sizzle. He flinched at the sound but not a peep escaped her. He moved on again and again. Each wound a raw red gash, lighting up like fire at the touch of the alcohol. The only sound in the bathroom was their breathing and the bubbling of alcohol.
He touched the next cut and heard a popping noise. Suddenly, Marigold jerked her leg away as she yelped. He looked up to find tears streaming down her face. Blue pools of pain stared out at him, tearing a path along his heart. Gorging a knife into his guilty conscience.
“Please stop. I’d rather die than feel that again. Please, just stop touching me.”
Her hands covered her face and she seemed to shrink back even further into herself. Jackson hadn’t expected tears. He hadn’t expected pleading. After all this time, he didn’t like the sound of it. It wasn’t music to ears as he’d led himself to believe. Now, he would do anything she asked to make it stop. He wasn’t a monster. He had to prove he wasn’t a monster.
He put the alcohol away and pulled out the peroxide. “This won’t hurt as much, okay?”
She nodded, but didn’t move her hands from her face. He had to see her eyes. He had to feel the shame of what he’d done, wash over him. He moved them for her as he gazed into her tear stained face. Sad eyes peered back at him, and Jackson didn’t know what to say. Sorry would never be enough.
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He put the peroxide on another cut and it bubbled. She hated the smell of it, reminding her of dirty feet, but it didn’t burn like liquid fire. Marigold watched it foam up before she turned away. She was scared of his kindness. Was he doing this so he could torment her later? He now knew she feared the belt, would this become a part of her demise? How could these cuts burn so bad? Would she have reminders of this time left on her body for later?
She flinched as he moved higher and higher up her thigh. His hands grazing her as they’d always done. Making memories roll over her from every angle. Dear God, would he want her after he was done? How on earth was she supposed to go through the motions after what happened? She sighed, her body shuddered, and she simply wanted it all to be over.
“Did I miss any?” His voice in the silent bathroom sounded like a gunshot, causing her to jump. She saw concern in his eyes. He reached out to…she didn’t know what, but she moved away. She stared at him, giving away nothing in her eyes. His bore into hers but not with cruelty. It was disconcerting. She looked down while shaking her head.
He lifted her chin and searched her eyes. His strong grasp not harsh like was the norm. “Marigold?”
“Yes?”
“Did I miss one?”
His tone was demanding, but laced with thoughtfulness. It sent mixed signals to her brain, making her unsure in a room where she’d once been so damn sure of herself. She nodded but turned away. She knew there was one just below the lip of panties, but she didn’t want him to touch her. Her body may’ve come alive beneath his hands; unlike any others she’d known before, but she didn’t want to feel him on her ever again.
She saw his hand reaching toward her cunt, knew he would touch her. He’d been lying. He was still cruel. She hated him. She grew rigid and was tensed to spring. He would never touch her again. She’d fight to the death this time.
“Hey, I’m not going to hurt you.”
She gawked at him in response. Her ears unbelieving at his words. He wouldn’t hurt her? He already had. She shot him a glare, letting him know he was a little too late. To her surprise, he smiled a warm smile.
“I won’t.” His voice sounded soothing, making her almost believe him.
“Okay.”
He put more peroxide on a cotton ball and placed it on the last cut. This one was bad and had torn a little. She knew it needed a bandage, saw he’d already laid some out.
“Marigold?”
“Sir?”
“Breathe.”
She took a deep breath and her body grew less tense. She felt her muscles relax as her adrenaline started to fade. He bandaged this cut like he’d done the two on her back and the other really bad one on her thigh. All the others were clean and she knew she’d clean them again later.
She didn’t want any marks left upon her to add to her old ones. She watched as he methodically put everything away before reaching for her. Her body tensed once more as his hands wrapped around her tiny waist. He lifted her and stood her on her feet. For an instant, she shook but then became ramrod straight. She made her face blank as well as her eyes. His warm hands stayed placed on her hips. Bruises lay just beneath them, but he wasn’t adding any now.
“I have something for you.”
He released her body, which swayed, but Marigold made sure to catch herself. She watched him walk out of the bathroom as she followed. From a bag he pulled out a long, red nightgown and a matching robe. He held it up for her to see. Marigold crept close to the gift, tentatively reaching out to run her fingers down the silky fabric. She said nothing but smiled on the inside. She had always loved the feel of silk, had never thought she’d own it. In Bayou, one didn’t need silky nightgowns. Red was one of her favorite colors. How had he known?
She drew back her hand and gazed up at him. She found he was intently watching her. A look of sorrow on his face, guilt in his eyes. All of this was too sudden. She wouldn’t trust anything he said or did. Hope would not be at her fingertips, then snatched away.
“It’s nice.”
“I…I wasn’t sure about the color but I…I thought you might like to wear something pretty.”
“I actually get to wear it?” She saw a nervous smile cross his face. She felt it was a valid question after everything.
“Yes, Marigold. I bought it for you to wear.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. The house is empty, so why don’t we go downstairs and I’ll make us something to eat.”
He held out the gown to her and she felt a twinge of fear. She would rather he be cruel. She understood and could accept it from him. Kindness was wrong. Compassion didn’t fit the image she held of him. She wanted to slink away and blend in with the wall.
She wasn’t a coward though. She’d taken everything he’d thrown at her so far. A nightgown would be no different. She slipped it off the hanger, letting it flow over her naked body like rippling water. She’d never known a single piece of fabric could make her feel alive. Make her feel human.
“It looks beautiful. You’re beautiful.”
“What do you want from me?”
“To eat dinner with me.”
“Why?”
“Because…it’s what people do at six o’clock at night.”
She tilted her head, wondering if he’d lost his mind between here and the bar. She could smell the scotch on him and knew he’d gone there. She saw a smile cross his face. It wasn’t cruel or cold. It seemed genuine, making her heart skip a beat. In an instant, she was granted the image of what others saw when they liked him. When they wanted to be in his company.
He’d hurt her. He’d raped her. He’d beaten her with a belt. He’d taken her freedom. He’d made her life a living hell. He’d awakened her body. He…he was a monster but…Marigold felt a shift. A shift toward a ticket to getting out of here. If she could do as he said when he hurt her, she could do as he said when he was being nice. If she did, her future waited for her and maybe, just maybe; it wasn’t in this realm of Hell.
“Okay.”
He looked both surprised and genuinely happy. “Good. Let’s go.”
Marigold smiled and took his offered arm. All she had to do was play along and she would get her freedom. Let the acting begin.
Adult story Editor says
2017 First time xxx stories: Marigold’s Undoing – Chapter 2A
“Where does that go?” Marigold and Jackson were standing in the living room as she inspected the area around them. The house, though rundown, was surprisingly pleasant when it wasn’t filled with people; or the smell of bland food being cooked.
“The library.”
Marigold arched an eyebrow. She couldn’t quite believe her ears. “A library?”
“Yes.”
“Here, in this house?” She knew her voice sounded shocked, but she couldn’t imagine a library here. She couldn’t imagine a single Broussard reading a book.
“Yes.”
“With books?”
Jackson laughed at the incredulous look on her face and nodded. “Yes, with books.”
She opened her mouth to ask another question but quickly closed it. She refused to ruin whatever was going on. Even an afternoon of peace would be like Heaven. She’d had her fill of Hell.
“What?” She shook her head, looking away from him toward the living room window.
“Marigold?”
“Sir?”
“Look at me.” She did as he said and saw annoyance and intrigue. “What did you want to ask?”
She studied his face, and didn’t see any indication he was about to reach out and slap her. Of course, this kind side of him was new to her and she still wasn’t sure if it was a sick joke. Life in Bayou had the tendency to pull those kinds.
“Who reads them?”
“I do.”
She tilted her head in response. Of all of them, she guessed Jackson reading wasn’t as shocking. “You enjoy reading?”
“Yes. Would you like to go inside the library, which happens to be filled with books?”
He smiled as he said it and she gave him a small one back. She saw the look of surprise on his face. Nothing could compare to hers when she’d heard the word library though. She only nodded as her answer, following him inside the room.
Marigold was shocked as she gazed around. The room was completely covered in books. Shelves were built from the ceiling down and each shelf was crowded. She’d never known anyone could own so many. She never imagined anyone in this town even owning a few. She ran her fingers down the spine of a book, the glossy feel reminding her of all the adventures she’d been on. A smile meant just for her, crossed her face.
“Do you read?”
She only nodded as her eyes scanned the titles. Classics like Ethan Frome, The Scarlet Letter, War and Peace set shoulder to shoulder with Mary Higgins Clark books. There was even one on wood carving.
“Do you read often?”
She nodded again as she walked toward the next shelf to see what it held. She felt like she was in another world. A magical world made up of something she loved. She didn’t know magic existed in Bayou.
“Marigold?”
“Hmm?”
“I’m still going to need you to answer me.”
She turned to look at him, seeing the frustration in his brown eyes. So much for never seeing them again. In response, she made her face blank. Her body moving closer to the book shelf and away from him. She kept her chin held at an indignant level, as always. She wouldn’t let him know she cared so much.
“Yes sir, I like to read and I read often.”
Silence filled the room as both waited to see what the other would say, or do. Brown eyes and blue eyes fighting for dominancy and control. Marigold was afraid her moment of reprieve was already over.
She saw him take a deep breath before smiling. “What’s your favorite story?”
“Othello…sir.”
“Why don’t you save the sir’s for the bedroom where they belong.”
Marigold shook her head, moving a fraction of a step away from him. His kindness was disconcerting to her. Her brain sent warning pings to not trust this.
“Okay.” There was an uncertain quality in her answer but she saw him smile.
“So you like Shakespeare?”
“Yes, and others.”
“What do you like so much about Othello?”
“That it’s about the destruction of people due to their own human nature.” She arched her eyebrow in his direction, her answer both the truth and a jab.
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Jackson thought he saw a blush cross her face but when she peered up, her eyes were a steely blue. He quickly understood the meaning.
“And yours?”
“I like the Age of Innocence and the Civil War series by Shelby Foote.”
“I read those. They were so in-depth. It’s amazing, and horrific and mesmerizing what those men went through. I loved them, even if they made me sad.”
Jackson was so taken off guard by the turn of events of this day, he started to laugh. What had been a shit afternoon, was now turning into an actual interesting evening. She only gawked at him like she thought he was crazy.
“I’ll make you a deal, Marigold. You eat all your food, and you can stay in here to read before and after dinner.”
He thought she’d jump at the chance, especially after being locked in the same room for three months; but she didn’t. In fact, she seemed to grow smaller before his eyes. He realized she didn’t trust any of the good going on around her, knew he couldn’t blame her. She wrapped her arms around her tiny waist and stared up at him. There was something in her eyes but he couldn’t name it. For once though, it wasn’t loathing or disdain.
“I can’t.”
“Can’t what?”
She bit her lip and looked at the ground. “Eat an entire meal.” Her eyes found his and they asked what she wasn’t willing to.
“Half, no other exception, understand?” She nodded. “Marigold.”
The tone in his voice brought the nothingness back to her face. He was afraid his moment of reprieve from her hate was over. He saw her nod though her eyes remained blank.
“Yes sir, I understand.”
“Good.” He gave her a reassuring smile and walked out the door.
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Marigold scanned the shelves again and came across a book by Lou Holtz. She loved football and the Gamecocks, so she decided to read this one first. She lowered herself onto one of comfortable soft cushioned chairs, before she began to read. Time passed as her fingers quickly turned the pages. The powdery material a bandage against her wounded pride.
She knew nothing of what was going on around her. She paid no notice to all the times Jackson peeked in on her. She didn’t register the smell of cooking food. She never heard the girls come in before leaving again.
All Marigold saw were words, football fields, students, players, uniforms, cold Saturday nights, and crisp autumn game days. She laughed at Lou’s sense of humor; completely immersing herself in his stories of childhood memories and days at Notre Dame. This moment of reprieve was glorious but Marigold was too caught up in the magic of the book to even notice.
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Jackson heard a sound filtering through to the kitchen. For a minute, he couldn’t figure out what it was. When it sounded again, he walked to the library door. Marigold was laughing at something in her book. Her laugh was quiet, almost shy sounding. The smile on her face was big and vibrant. All those times he’d wondered if she could even laugh or smile; now he knew, and he liked the sound.
He finished cooking the fried chicken, green beans, corn and potatoes; fixing two plates before making his way to the library. Marigold was laughing quietly as he sauntered in. Her first reaction to his entrance was to cover her smile instantly with her hand. Jackson put his plate on the coffee table and handed Marigold hers.
“Half.” His eyes bore into hers, making her body tuck farther into the chair.
“Okay.”
“Do you like music?”
“Yes.”
“What kind?”
“All of it.”
She gave him a small smile before glancing down at her plate. He saw a look of unease pass over her face and wondered if she thought he’d put something in it. A quiet jazz song filled the room causing her to glance up at him in surprise.
“I like all kinds as well.” Her eyes seemed to search his face before she nodded. The room grew quiet as they ate. Jackson watched her eat half and then the other half. He wondered if she was starving, but he’d always fed her. When he thought back though, he realized she’d always just picked at the food and moved it around the plate.
“Would you like some more?”
Marigold looked up, this time a rosy blush coating her skin. “No, thank you. Everything was good.”
“Thank you. I’m glad you ate.”
She smiled but was silent. He wished she would talk but he knew it wasn’t going to happen tonight.
“I’m going to go clean up. Enjoy your book.”
“Okay.”
He picked up the dishes before heading to his kitchen. This wasn’t how he saw the evening turning out. Things kept happening quickly on this day. He’d gone from wanting to kill her, to wanting to hear her laugh again. He wondered what she thought of all of it.
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Marigold held the book in her hands but her mind was wandering. Her thoughts going back to everything that happened today. It had been very different than all the others, making her wonder how she was going to go back to the same monotonous routine. Especially now that she knew there were books in the house. She also wondered how long he would stay nice. She knew it was only because he felt bad about losing his temper.
She glanced down at the book, smiling at the seventy pages she’d already read. It’d been a wonderful reprieve from her hell. She hoped, though she knew it was futile in this place, he’d let her come down here often. Or maybe he would bring some books to his room. She could stand the monotony if there was a book to get lost in. She could pay her Daddy’s dues if it wasn’t just punishment she received.
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Marigold sat curled up in a chair, facing him as she read. Jackson caught himself watching her more than reading his own book. Sometimes she would smile at something she read, other times she would laugh out loud. It was always the quiet, shy laugh and instantly she’d put her hand over her mouth to tamp down the sound.
He wondered if she didn’t like for people to see her smile or laugh. He wondered if maybe she didn’t like the sound of it. Jackson did, and he decided he’d rather hear laughter than cold hateful comments. Nothing involving Marigold had been easy so far and he knew going forward, it wouldn’t get any easier.
“About ready to head upstairs?” She looked at him and in the blink of an eye; the smiling girl was gone. She was replaced by the one he knew so well. Closed off eyes and a cool expression her first response to his question.
“Yes.” She slowly shut the book before laying it on the coffee table. Seeming to change her mind, he watched her stand up and carefully place the book back on the shelf where she’d taken it. She ran her fingers along its spine before turning to walk out of the room with him. He realized she believed she wasn’t going to be able to finish the story.
He followed her up to his bedroom and closed the door behind them. Jackson went into the bathroom but saw Marigold starting to take off her robe. When he came out, she was undressed but her hair was down and covering her like a veil. He wasn’t sure why she’d done it. He wasn’t sure how to start the conversation they needed to have. She made him unsure of everything, except how much he wanted her.
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Marigold studied him as he came toward her. Gone was the cruelness in his eyes and the permanent smirk that seemed plastered on his lips. Gone was the domineering manner and need to hurt. For once, Marigold saw a man instead of a monster. She didn’t know how to feel about the change, so she felt nothing.
She turned her attention to the outside world and prayed what she feared was going to happen next; actually wouldn’t. She saw him approaching faster and she wished he’d leave her alone. Wished the moment of reprieve could apply to the bedroom as well. He took her hand gently in his, pulling her up and over toward the bed. She felt herself go cold. Every muscle rigid in anger and annoyance.
“Sit by me.”
“Yes sir.” Marigold sat beside him, but still left plenty of room between them.
“About today, I…I’m sorry I lost my temper. I’m not a monster. I just…you…frustrate me and blow my mind and I…I didn’t handle it well. I haven’t handled any of this well.”
Marigold didn’t answer. Instead, she got up and moved to the end of the bed; pulling her knees to her chest as she wrapped her arms around them. She saw Jackson giving her a curious look. She was protecting herself from his touch.
“I don’t know what to say to you.”
He nodded his head, silence filling the room. She thought about all the books she wasn’t going to get to read because she wasn’t going to apologize. She wasn’t sorry for any of the things she’d said earlier and she wasn’t ready to accept any form of apology from him. He’d done too much in those three months to hurt her. One evening of nice was not going to make up for all of it.
“Marigold, you don’t have to accept my apology tonight. Just know I’m sorry. Believe I mean it.”
She nodded. What else could she do? She didn’t plan on accepting it tonight and that was all there was to it.
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Adult story Editor says
2017 First time xxx stories: Marigold’s Undoing – Chapter 2B
Jackson studied her face. He saw her brows furrow and knew she wanted to say something. He stayed quiet and waited. He watched as her nimble fingers began to fidget with a string on the comforter before she gazed out the window. She seemed to gain some kind of strength from the outside view. He watched her shoulders go back, her chin jutting out as whatever she was thinking, was settled. When she peered back at him, her eyes were like icy steel.
“If you promise not to touch me tonight, I’ll accept your apology in the morning. I might even think about giving you one of my own.”
Jackson was so taken aback by the comment, he began to laugh. Her eyes flashed fire in response before going cold. Somehow, she managed to move farther away though she was already on the end of the bed.
“I didn’t mean to laugh. I just….”
Marigold said nothing and he could tell she didn’t see the humor in it. He didn’t want to completely lose the person he’d met this evening, so he knew what his answer would be. Though he had to admit he did want her, as he always wanted her.
He’d planned on being kind. He’d planned on being gentle as he buried his hard erection into her wet lips. Stroking against her cunt walls, allowing her to feel every sensation. A ride of enjoyment meant for both of them. He wouldn’t though. He knew it’d only bring out her wrath.
“Deal.” Marigold nodded but he could still see the tension in her body. She seemed to draw up into herself, her muscles rippling with her fight or flight response. He didn’t blame her. Bad things happened to her here and even he didn’t know what was going to happen in the future.
“Ready for bed?” She nodded before moving to her side. “Marigold, I can’t stand that you nod or shake your head all the time. You will answer me.” His voice left no room for argument and he saw her eyes widen at the tone.
“Yes sir.”
“Thank you.”
“Night.”
“Goodnight.”
He put his arm around her as usual. Her body turned cold as always. “I give you my word.” There was silence but he felt her take a deep breath, her muscles trying to relax. He guessed it was all he could really ask for tonight.
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“Morning.”
Marigold gave a small smile and stretched. “Morning.”
She glanced over at the bedside table, surprise washing over her at the sight of the Lou Holtz book. When she looked back at Jackson, he was sitting a bag on the floor.
“I didn’t really know what kind of books you liked, so I grabbed a few different kinds.”
“Okay.”
“Well…I’ll see you at lunch.”
He gave a small smile, the awkwardness and newness of their situation filling the room. She watched Jackson walking toward the door, his movements stiff even to her. She quickly realized he wasn’t sure how this was going to work either. She almost let him leave. In a flash, she saw all the bad he’d done, but she also saw him trying.
“Jackson?” He turned to look at her as she sat up in bed. “I can’t say I’m sorry for all the things I said, because I’m not. You’re not ignorant and nothing, so I apologize for that.”
His face remained balk before a real smiled crossed it. “Apology accepted.”
“And thank you for bringing me some books.”
“You’re welcome.”
She gave him a shy smile, before looking over at the bag which held a reprieve from this room. Wonderful thoughts of magical places filling her head, and she felt herself salivating at the thought. At some point, she realized he was gone. If she’d had to pinpoint when, she couldn’t have even said she knew.
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Marigold put on a t-shirt and shorts, before digging through the bag. She would finish the Lou Holtz one, but wanted to go ahead and have another ready to dive into. She knew she’d read almost anything. She also wanted to see what Jackson had brought her. What he thought her taste might be.
She pulled out Ethan Frome, To Kill a Mockingbird, Red Badge of Courage, An Innocent Man, A Raisin in the Sun, Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Café, Red Bird Christmas, A Cry in the Night, Do You Love Football?, a story about the Manning brothers, a book of Edgar Allen Poe, and a complete works of Shakespeare. She smiled at the eclectic choices, before choosing Red Badge of Courage and Do You Love Football?
She didn’t know what was going on with Jackson. Maybe if she was nice, he’d let her go home. Home was by no means great, and she’d miss getting to pick out a book from his large library but at home; no one sexually touched her. She didn’t have to sleep with one eye open. No need to worry about every word escaping past her lips. He was being kind, but that didn’t fulfill a man’s needs. She didn’t want to be his fulfillment anymore.
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“How’s the girl?”
“She’s fine.”
“What was all the screaming about then?”
“We were…having a discussion.”
“Who won?”
“I think I broke her…or I was about too.”
“It’s about time. Now, we can actually use her.”
“No.”
“No?” Claude looked over at his son and saw the set expression on his face.
“No. I want her.”
“Jack, I promised you a month. Then you convinced me to give you another. I gave you that month and more, because I knew you could beat her at her game. Now, she’s been beaten and she can be of some real good use. Real good.”
“No.”
“Son, we about to have a problem over this here girl?”
“No sir, but I want her. I earned her with the work I put in. You can’t deny that.”
“No, I can’t. You ownin’ her don’t make us no money.”
“What do you want for her?”
“Jack, be reasonable. I don’t know what you thinkin’ but I done told you it isn’t gonna work.”
“I’m going to make it work. How much?”
“I’m not discussin’ this no further with you. We got work to do. I need you to be ready in case ole Johnson isn’t happy about what I gotta say.”
“I’m ready.”
“Good.”
“Two hundred thousand.”
Claude tried not to choke on his whiskey as he pulled the truck over. He glanced at his son and knew Jack was serious. He had the same stubborn look his Mama used to get, before Claude beat it out of her. Normally, his mulishness was a good thing. It helped Claude get what he need from the shit people of this town. Stubbornness over the girl, well that concerned him.
“Son, I-“
“In cash, tomorrow.”
“I’m not takin’ no money for that girl. She’s makin’ us money the right way.”
“Daddy, I’m asking you as a favor to me, let me buy her. You even admitted I earned her, so let me buy her and keep her.”
“To do what with? You think she’s gonna sit in that room all day long, welcomin’ you home with open arms and legs? Every day? The girl wants to go home. No matter what she’s whispered in your ear, she don’t want you.”
“I know, and she hasn’t whispered anything nice to me, Daddy. It’s why we fight. Two hundred thousand in cash.”
Claude peered long and hard at Jack, and knew his mind was made up. His son would find a way to get what he wanted. The apple hadn’t fallen too far from the tree. He may have read and loved music like his Mama had, but he had power and determination like his Daddy. Claude shook his head, but part of him was proud. He’d never admit that to Jack though.
“Boy, I don’t know what I’m gonna do with you, or what you gonna do with her; but you hand me two hundred thousand in cash, and she’s all yours.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“Early Christmas present. Now can we get back to work?”
“Yes sir.” Claude shook his head once more before pulling out onto the road, quickly driving toward business that needed taken care of.
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Marigold had her hand over her mouth, her heart racing as she read the dramatic scene, when he walked in. She jumped in surprise when she saw him, before glancing down at her clothed body. Before he could say a word, she was up and in the bathroom. She didn’t want a fight. Didn’t want him to take her books away.
A minute later, she walked out with nothing on, but her hair down. She knew her nipples poked out but she still felt covered. Her long tresses a strange safety net. He inspected her, his eyes growing dark as sexual nerves licked at her stomach. God, would he want her? Would she have to stick to her deal so soon? She saw his eyes move away from her, down to the book she’d tossed on the bed, and back at her.
“A war story huh?”
She nodded, instantly seeing the change in his eyes. Sometimes, she didn’t think a person needed to answer with a yes or no. A simple nod or shake of the head was as good as a one-word answer. Still, she didn’t like those eyes staring at her while she was naked. She felt her pussy grow wet as his hungry stare looked her over. It seemed to enjoy those dark, deep eyes just fine. She still didn’t understand her body’s betrayal.
“Yes, and they’d just finished a battle scene when you walked in. It startled me.”
“I’m sorry I startled you.”
His honest apology surprised her and she gave him a strange look. She wished he’d tell her she didn’t have to be naked. She never realized how much clothes meant to a body, until she wasn’t allowed to wear them.
“I’ll get us something to eat.”
He was gone only a couple of minutes before coming back with food. She sat on the end of the bed, he sat resting against the headboard. She wished this stupid rule would change too. She’d rather eat while looking out the window. At least the world went on out there. Everything in here was stale.
“So you finished Lou?”
“Yes, it was a good book. I loved he stood by his morals, but not in an annoying high horse manner. And some of the stories were funny. Oh my, this nun at the school he went to, told him one day he had nothing to fear because God looked out for animals, small children and idiots. I laughed so hard.”
Marigold giggled and knew her smile was huge. He probably thought she was a silly, stupid girl. Oh well, he’d asked and so she’d told.
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As Marigold’s giggle filled the room, Jackson caught himself smiling and laughing with her. He loved the sweet, shy, innocent sound. It reminded him of wind chimes. It made her seem almost human.
“I’ll have to use that on somebody one day.”
“Me too.”
She gave another quiet laugh, before glancing at her plate. She took a few bites, but mostly moved the food around. Jackson watched this in silence. When she looked up at him, she seemed caught off guard that he was staring.
“What?”
“I notice you always move the food around on your pate.”
“Oh.”
“Would you like something else?”
“No.”
Her tone came out sharp and cold, he hadn’t been expecting it. The surprised look on her face let him know she hadn’t either.
“No, but thank you for offering.”
He studied her face, letting the harsh tone go as well as the food moving. One day, he’d make her explain the problem but not today. He stood to take her plate away and though she barely moved in response; her eyes went cold. This was definitely going to be harder than he thought.
He understood her reactions, but they were going to get old quick if that’s all she did. She knew he was trying. He took the plate from her hands and headed towards the door. He heard a weary sigh, turning to see her putting her hands to her face as she shook her head. He watched her tiny body curl into itself, another sigh escaping her. He let out one of his own as he headed downstairs. This was going to be another chapter in their new adventure.
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Adult story Editor says
2017 First time xxx stories: Marigold’s Undoing – Chapter 2C
Jackson sat on the bed, listening to the quiet sounds of her crying in the shower. Earlier, he’d left without coming back because he’d felt his temper rising. He hadn’t wanted to have a fight. The niceness was still too new to throw away. Her giggles too perfect, not to hear once more. He heard the water turning off and waited for her to come out.
He watched her fling open the bathroom door before stopping. She looked surprised to see him, though it was well after six o’clock. He saw her take a step back, before she straightened her shoulders and stuck out her chin. Full snobbery taking over as she strutted out. Half of him wanted to laugh, while the other half wanted to beat her ass.
“Hey.”
He just smiled before stalking toward her. She stood her ground, blue eyes flashing, as he nonchalantly removed the towel from around her warm, wet body.
“Did you finish your book?”
Her brows furrowed in response as he began drying her off. He loved the feel of her large, round breast beneath the fluffiness of the towel. He liked watching the droplets of water disappear as his hands grazed her body. He ran the soft material along her pussy, getting close enough to breathe in her aroused scent. The smell of coconut lime shampoo and peach bubble bath caressed his nose.
He felt his cock growing hard. Knew he was torturing himself for no good reason. Still, he dried her perfect, muscular body off as his mouth watered to taste what he saw. To dive into her saturated cunt. To get lost in the feel of it milking his now horny erection.
“Yes, and umm…started on another one.”
“Which one?”
“Do You Love Football?.”
“Do you?”
“Very much so.”
“I picked up on that.”
“I actually love NFL much more than college, but around here it’s all college so….”
She shrugged as he moved up her lean body to her hair. He squeezed her wet strands out, before letting the towel fall to the ground. Her luscious locks fell around her, making him harder than before. The only downside: the cuts staring back at him, mocking him for what he’d done. He felt it take some of the light from his mood.
“Auburn or Alabama?”
“Neither. Carolina Gamecocks all the way.”
Jackson just smiled as he put the red nightgown on her. He liked the way it flowed over her, clinging to her breast; standing out against the paleness of her soft skin. She was a different kind.
“Did you take care of your cuts today?”
“Yes.”
“Are any sore?”
“No.”
“Okay.”
She gave him a weary look, glancing down at the floor while twiddling her thumbs together before meeting his eyes. Eyes he wanted to get lost in. Eyes he wanted to see laugh.
“Are we going downstairs?”
“We are.”
“Is everyone gone?”
“They are. I’m going to make dinner and you’re going to eat.”
Nothing in his voice left room for argument. He saw her pupils enlarge as she nodded, before walking toward him and the door.
“Marigold?”
“Yes?”
“You’re going to eat.”
“Yes.” He took her hand and led her downstairs. He felt her shaking but didn’t try to comfort her.
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“Pick out a book and come in the kitchen.”
Marigold veered off, quickly heading into the sanctuary of the library. Her hands were shaking and it made her furious. One minute, she was perfectly fine around him and in the next, she was scared. For almost three months, she’d held her ground. One day of kindness and she let her emotions show.
She let the fear be felt, and she hated it, as well as herself for it. She stood, staring at the books without ever seeing them. Hope was tickling her fingertips, making her want to scream and throw it away. Hope in this town was for dreamers and innocent children. Neither lasted long if they held onto hope too long.
And what was the deal with the towel? She’d just known he was going to take it from her and toss her body on the bed. She’d known he was going to fuck her. Known he couldn’t control himself. Her pussy had started to grow wet. A hunger building up in the core of her stomach. When he’d only dried her off, her cunt seemed to sigh in disappointment. She couldn’t believe how her body reacted to his closeness.
“Marigold?” She whirled around, her expression startled. Her hands shaking once again.
“Ye…yes?”
“What are you doing?”
“I…I was just looking for a book.”
She gazed down at the floor before turning back to the shelf. She grabbed the first book her hand touched; flashing him a smile as she breezed past him and toward the kitchen.
“Marigold?”
She took a deep breath before turning. “Yes?”
“You okay?”
“Of course.”
He looked her over and nodded. She hoped he wouldn’t bring up her jumpiness. She watched his broad body walk over to the stove as he began stirring the sauce for the spaghetti. It was odd to see a man cooking, but somehow it suited him. His large hands seemed capable, her pussy agreed as she felt another lick of hunger.
She drew her eyes away from his body, shaking away the disturbing, erotic thoughts from her mind. She picked up the book she’d chosen and began to laugh. It was a one on hunting and how to skin a deer.
“What’s so funny?”
“This.” She showed him the book and his amused laugh joined hers.
“So you want to know how to skin a deer huh?”
“Not on your life. I don’t care how country I’m supposed to be. Eew.”
They smiled at one another, an odd sensation rolling inside the pit of her stomach, before she put the book facing upside down on the table. She didn’t even want to see the cover. Jackson joined her while they waited for the water to boil.
“Marigold?”
“Yes?”
“What were you doing in there?”
“Staring.”
“At nothing?”
“Exactly.”
He studied her face and she gazed down. They were going to have to talk about whatever was going on or she knew she’d go insane. Through her half-closed lashes, she saw him stand before walking to her chair. Marigold peered up at him with big blank eyes, and waited. Her heart began to skip in her chest, drumming frantically against her ribs.
“Stand up.” His voice was hard but not cold. His eyes dark brown, but not cruel.
She did as she was told. His fingers reached out, running down her cheek before he kissed her. Marigold didn’t know what was going on and she was concerned. Something in his eyes had been different, but not frightening. He was a confusing man.
He continued to kiss her as he slowly backed her up against the kitchen counter. His soft lips devoured hers. Their teeth clashing against each other as his tongue fought hers for room. She felt his erection digging into her stomach through his pants; felt her pussy sending zings to her core as it begged to be touched.
He stopped long enough for them to catch their breath, before starting again. His hands ran through her hair, clenching it in handfuls. His strong body pressing her relentlessly into the hard kitchen counter. She smelled their combination of aroused scents as her hands grasped him closer. He finally pulled back, running his lips along her cheek. She peered up into his mocha eyes and knew hers were filled with questions.
“One more time, before you have a say so.”
Her brows furrowed together as his rough fingers moved up her thigh. She felt a slight relish as they brushed against her cunt lips. His eyes bore into hers, daring her to stop him. Hers flashed with defiance and yet, she felt his finger slip in. Her juices welcoming him with open arms. Her body letting the moment happen even as her brain yelled at her to stop it.
The thickness of his fingers felt sublime, her pussy lips grasping onto them with a hungry need. She felt him stroking her swollen nodule, waves of intense, dizzying pleasure rolling down her body. Her breath came in shallow gasp as his soft lips began to kiss along her neck. The way they glided over her skin, adding to the tingles she already felt building.
In the quietness of the kitchen, the bubbling sauce and sounds of her sloshing cunt juices made her heart pump furiously. Marigold didn’t know what to think. She didn’t understand his cryptic statement. All she knew was the pounding of his fingers against her swollen nodule. The way her arousal filled the kitchen with her salty, spicy scent. The way his lips sent zinging pleasure straight to her dripping pussy.
She felt her body rocking against his strong one and the hard counter top. His erection still dug into her stomach, but her mind stayed on what she felt. His fingers stroked her with a sporadic, intensified need of their own. She felt the shivers starting deep in her core, ricocheting outwards as her climax tore through her.
Marigold wrapped her arms around his neck for support, grinding her pussy onto his exploring fingers. Shoving them farther in to graze against her sensitive walls. Moans of ecstasy escaped her, brushing against his neck. She felt him grow harder against her as she continued to thrash. Her body soaking in the gloriousness of her momentary reprieve. Her cunt juices sliding casually down her leg, coating his fingers.
She saw him smile as he looked at her juices. Slowly, he licked each finger as his eyes bore into hers. Marigold could do nothing but stare. Her body pulsed with longing, her pussy begged her to scream at him. Begged her to command him to get on his knees, his exquisite tongue licking her. To fuck her. To pound his need into her. Telling her to say or do whatever he wanted, so they could both dive into sexual pleasure.
Marigold simply shook her head, closing her eyes against the erotic sight before her. She didn’t want this man. She didn’t want him to touch her. She didn’t want him to be the one to gratify her. She’d find a way to make her body stop betraying her. Find a way to make her cunt stop growing wetter every time he got near her. She had to or she’d go insane.
“Marigold, look at me.”
She opened her eyes to see deep, dark ones. They were still hungry, but kind. He brushed a strand of stray hair off her face, a smile playing at his lips.
“Tomorrow you will finally be all mine. My Daddy will have no say in anything we do. So tonight, after dinner; which you will eat, we’re going to make deals.”
“What kind of deals?”
“All kinds.”
He ran his lips along her cheek again, kissing the corners of her mouth. Marigold stood stock still, her heart beating quickly. Jackson pulled away to put the noodles in the boiling water, but she didn’t move. Her body leaned heavily against the counter as her mind raced. The stickiness between her legs adding to her inner turmoil.
Was he going to let her go home? Would she get a choice in the deals? Would she get to levy some of her own? She didn’t want him to touch her. It’d be one of the deals. She’d find a way to make it one.
“Marigold?”
She looked at him as he stirred the sauce. “Yes?”
“Will you get a couple of bowls down?”
“Sure.”
She turned, opening cabinet after cabinet until she found them. She handed him the bowls without a word before walking to the table, and sitting in silence. So many things were running through her mind. She hadn’t known she belonged to both him and his Daddy. What did that even mean?
If she asked questions, would she get in trouble? Would he even answer them? Would she have to constantly sacrifice her body in order to have some form of peace? If the kiss he’d just given her was any indication, she would be used again, and soon. She was once more worried for her future. Her body shivered, it was looking forward to it.
“Marigold? Marigold?”
She turned and noticed he was right beside her with bowls of food. He had a look of concern on his face, his eyes intently studying her.
“Hmm?”
“Let’s eat in the library.”
“Okay.”
She saw him walk off but still she didn’t move. Too many thoughts were running through her mind. Food was the least of her worries.
“Marigold?”
She turned to look at him. “Hmm?”
“Stand up. I’ll not ask you again.” His deep eyes crackled with annoyance, and she knew he would stay true to his word. “Follow me to the library, where our food is.”
She gave him a questioning look but followed. How had the food gotten in there? Why was he looking at her so strangely? He was the one who dropped some kind of bomb on her. She had the right to be a little off. She sat in the chair, mindlessly picking up her bowl. She began to twirl her fork as she thought about what he would say and if she could get out of it.
“Marigold?”
“Hmm?”
“Eat.”
The eyes looking back at her were the eyes she’d seen the first night she’d spent in his room. Marigold started to eat, and ate until she could eat no more. The amount would have to do. Jackson had finished his already and was just watching her. She started to put the bowl down but saw the gleam in his eyes. She felt her stomach flip as they gave her a warning look.
“Let me see.” She showed him the bowl. “Good enough.”
“What did you mean about your Daddy?”
“I’m buying you from him tomorrow. These past three months, I’ve just been paying your rent and my Daddy was hoping I’d break you so his business could use you. He wanted you to start tomorrow. I offered to buy you.”
“What does that mean?”
“That you no longer have to worry about prostituting yourself down at the bar.”
“I see.” Her voice sounded sad even to her.
“Marigold, you don’t ever have to worry about someone touching you. No paying your rent bill or my Daddy walking in one day, and saying play time is over; time to move onto his games.”
“But I’m still here because you’re going to buy me?”
“Yes.”
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Adult story Editor says
2017 First time xxx stories: Marigold’s Undoing – Chapter 2D
“Like a piece of property which no longer has to fear being prostituted to the multitudes, just you.” Her words hung in the air and there was so much sadness in them. Even she could her the edge of defeat in her voice. It pissed her off.
“I don’t want you to…to think about it like that.”
“What other way am I supposed to think it? You’re buying me like some casted off old shoes that still happen to have some shine to them. You’ll have to forgive me for forgetting that I’m no longer a human being, but just some obtainable object!”
Marigold stood up and ran out of the room. She refused to sit there and calmly discuss her worth, or lack thereof. So much for a bright future far away from this Podunk town. She heard Jackson following her as she ran into the bedroom. She felt his hand come around her arm, before she jerked it from his grip. Her eyes shot fire even as she saw the same temper in his. He could kiss her ass.
“Marigold, what are you doing?”
“I will not just be a piece of shit while I’m in that library. You will not take the happiness of that room away from me. You want deals, prostitution and glorified objects; it’s going to damn well happen in this already fucked up room!”
She hadn’t expected to yell but it happened. Never had she been made to feel so cheap and so much like nothing. If he wanted to hate her, that was fine with her. She’d gladly go toe-to-toe with him. She saw his eyes flare up before he ran his hand down his face. His chest rose and fell until she saw a calm, constant rhythm. His eyes landed on hers again, this time they were blank. Blank she could handle.
“I want you to calm down and sit on the window ledge.”
Marigold started to cross her arms in defiance, but the warning look he shot her; made her do as he said. She felt his angry glare go straight to her cunt, the wet feeling growing. She shook her head in disbelief, before doing as she was told. Jackson pulled up a chair, sitting in front of her but not too close. She wrapped her arms around herself in a defensive measure of protection. Her eyes daring him to reach for her.
“Okay. Now, we’re going to make deals.”
“Okay.”
“Deal 1: You promise to eat; I promise to let you use the library whenever you want.”
“Can there be exceptions to any of these deals?”
“No.”
“Then no deal.”
“You’d rather starve and not read, than eat and read?”
“I’d rather starve then ever eat in this room again.”
She knew her eyes were cold as she stared at him. His gut reaction was probably to slap her, but she watched him rub his hand over his face. She knew she was being difficult but she didn’t care. She hated this room. Hated food. Hated this house. Hated…all of it.
“Okay, you don’t have to eat in here. You have to eat though, and I’ll let you use the library. Deal?”
“Absolutely.”
“Deal 2: I promise not to touch you, if you promise not to jerk away and turn cold every time I come near you.”
Marigold was quiet as she studied the floor. It was all she truly wanted, to not be touched. She couldn’t promise not to move away though. She could still see everything so clearly in her mind. The pain, the cruelty, his smiles as he hurt her.
“Exceptions?” Jackson sighed and shot her an exasperated look. “Please.”
There was a sincerity in her voice she’d never used with him before; she almost smiled at the shocked expression which crossed his face. If they were to make deals, she wanted them to benefit both parties.
“Let me hear it.”
“I can’t promise I won’t be cold toward you, especially when I’m mad. I also can’t promise not to react when you come near me but if I do, I can promise to apologize and somehow make it up to you.”
“How?”
“I guess in whatever way you want.”
“I think you should have to owe me a kiss…on the cheek.”
Marigold nodded as she felt a small smile crossing her face. “Deal.”
“Good. Deal 3: I promise to give you free rein of the house, the option to go outside, I’ll take you with me on my business trips, and I’ll take you out on dates; if you promise to stay here for five years.”
Marigold looked at him with blank eyes as the shock ran through her. Minutes passed in silence as she let the words sink in. He’d lost his mind. He was genuinely bat shit crazy. The power of the Bayou had gone to his head completely. What was wrong with him? How could he be so smart and yet, so asininely stupid? She saw Jackson studying her face, but Marigold refused to let him see anything.
“Can we move on to another deal and come back to that one?”
“Okay. Deal 4: If you promise to answer me and my questions when I’m talking to you, I promise to take you to see your family a couple times a week.”
“Deal, but I want an exception.”
“Imagine that.” She arched an eyebrow and saw him smile.
“Which is?”
“If you ask me what’s wrong and I say nothing, accept that and I promise to eventually tell you what’s wrong.”
“Deal.”
“Okay. Next?”
“I think that’s it for me.”
“I have one.”
“Let’s hear it.”
“Deal 5: I promise to give…myself to you…sexually, if you promise to let me wear clothes…at all times.”
“Deal.”
Though she hated how quickly he’d agreed, she smiled at him. In return, she seemed to receive a genuine one back. It surprised her.
“So back to deal #3.”
Marigold shook her head. “What are my other options?”
“Tell me what’s wrong with the one I gave you.”
“I want to go to college. I want a job and a life. I’m smart enough to get accepted. I want out of this small town filled with people who will never amount to anything, because they believe that’s the way life works. Well it doesn’t work that way, and I want a shot at being free and knowing something more. School is my way out. I want a chance to be something, to make something of myself. I was supposed to be gone already. Five years is so long to wait.”
“What do you want to do or be?”
Marigold shook her head and gazed out the window. She was not telling Jackson Broussard about her dreams. She couldn’t believe she’d just spilled her guts to him. He didn’t deserve to know anything about her. She deserved to go home. She’d earned it.
“Marigold?”
“Hmm?”
“Look at me.” She turned and met his eyes. “You’re already breaking deal 4.”
“Oh good Lord! You’re going to regret telling me to speak because nowhere did you make me promise to be nice.”
She snapped her answer and her eyes flashed their fiery blue. She tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear and leaned against the window, trying to get as far away from him as possible.
“Be that as it may….”
“A nurse or a grief counselor.”
“Is that right?”
“Yes, I want to help people in some way or another.”
“Okay, then I’ll make an exception to deal 3.”
“You’ll shorten the time?”
“No, but I’ll stick to my half of the promise and let you go to college while you’re here. I’ll even pay for it if I need to.”
“You’ll let me go to school?”
“Yes.”
Marigold stared at him in utter shock. Now, she knew he’d officially lost his mind. Who paid for a strangers schooling? Who made these kind of deals? Why was she contemplating saying yes? What was wrong with her? Five long years. Five years of seeing his face. Seeing his Daddy’s face. Another five years in Podunk shitville. It was too much. She could go to school. She could be someone. He was the answer to that prayer. How could that be?
Marigold raked him over with her eyes before letting them inspect the room around her. She hated this room, and if she agreed to deal 3; she’d be living in a whore house. She’d be living with prostitutes, his disgusting Daddy, and terrible memories. The memories were unacceptable. They haunted her world and she wished they didn’t have to greet her at every turn. Though she hadn’t really seen anyone else in three months, she couldn’t imagine having to live here and hear the jeers from his Daddy and the girls. It wouldn’t work.
“I can’t.”
“Why?” Marigold shook her head and glanced back out the window. “Why?”
She shook her head again. How could she explain such a thing to him? He wouldn’t care. He wouldn’t understand. She felt his presence right before his hand grabbed her chin. She held back her startled yelp as he made her look into his eyes.
“Please don’t make me tell you.” Marigold didn’t want to cry and she just wanted him to let deal 3 go, for both their sakes.
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There were tears shimmering in her eyes and he didn’t understand. He knew five years was a long time to someone as young as her, but he was giving her school. What else did she want and why was she so afraid to ask? He could give her a good life, if she just let him. He could prove he was a good man.
He pulled her up from the window sill, settling her comfortably on his lap. He rubbed his hand across her cheek, so tiny against his large palm; and peered into guarded eyes.
“Tell me what’s wrong.”
“Now who’s breaking deal 4?”
Jackson smiled before placing a kiss on her cheek. “Please.”
“I…they…I mean and it’s…you know so….” She shrugged and looked at him.
“None of that made sense.”
“Your Daddy and cousin know what we did in here. The girls know. They’re all going to look at me and know what I was…am and I just…I don’t know I….”
She looked down as she twiddled her fingers, then back up at him. He saw surprise crossing her face, and figured it was because she could see the concern in his eyes.
“That’s why you’re saying no?” She nodded. “Answer me.”
“Yes, that’s why I’m saying no.”
“Okay, then we’ll move.”
“What? No, I didn’t…what?”
“We’ll move. You won’t have to see those people every day or this room.”
“I don’t…don’t understand you or what’s going on. I didn’t ask you to move. I mean I didn’t think you’d…people don’t move just because their sex toy wants to. That’s not normal. You’re not normal.”
Jackson felt his control slipping as he suddenly held her chin between his thumb and forefinger. He jerked her face, making her look him straight in the eye. Making her pay attention to his word.
“You are not my toy, and you will not call yourself that again. Do you understand me, Marigold Fontenot?”
He saw her eyes dilate, a touch of fear making the blue turn cobalt. “Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes sir.” Her answer was whispered and he knew it was because his eyes were angry.
“You are not a prostitute; you are not an object or a toy. Yes, I realize I’m buying you from my Daddy, but what I’m buying is your freedom. Now, I’ll admit I still want you to myself, which is why I’m trying to make deals and compromises. You’re a human being, Marigold. From here on out, I’ll treat you as such if you’ll show me the same courtesy.”
“Okay.”
“If being here makes you uncomfortable, I know of a piece of land a little way down the road. I’ve been looking at it for a while now, but haven’t had a good reason to buy it. I can build a place for myself there and you’ll have somewhere to stay for the duration of the deal. What do you say?”
He studied her face but all he saw was a blank page. He wanted her to say yes, more than he’d ever admit even to himself. He needed her. He drastically wanted her. He may not be able to touch her for a while, but he could be near her. He could have the chance to prove himself.
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Marigold twirled the watch on his arm, around and around. It was a nervous habit to mess with her hands or twirl a piece of jewelry. Her mind wandered until she felt Jackson’s hand touch hers. A gentle touch which surprised her. Anytime he was gentle, she was shocked. How could one man be such two different people combined? He squeezed her hand, making her look into his eyes.
She felt her head nodding even as her brain screamed at her. “Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Deal.”
The word fell out before any rational thought could stop it. She didn’t even know if she wanted to stop it. He smiled before grabbing her face and kissing her. His tongue barraging her mouth open, tasting every inch of her. He pulled back suddenly, and she figured he remembered deal 2. She didn’t try to kiss him back though her pussy screamed at her to do so. It screamed at her to let him touch her.
“Well…that was interesting.” Marigold laughed at him before sliding from his lap, and walking to the window.
“Not at all how I saw the day going.”
“The past two days have been…something.”
“If that isn’t the truth.”
He shrugged, giving her a look which apologized again without him saying a word. She understood. What she didn’t understand was how she’d managed to be talked into staying for five years. She didn’t understand how rational thought left her. She didn’t know what the hell just happened. The only silver lining: she was getting her freedom, just not in the way she’d expected.
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Adult story Editor says
2017 First time xxx stories: Marigold’s Undoing – Chapter 2E
The first week after the deals were made, went better than expected. Marigold walked around the house when she knew no one was home, but spent most of her time in the library. She finished all the books Jackson had brought to the room that morning, and many more.
Every night Jackson made her dinner, every night she ate it as promised. They talked about the books she’d read, and what he’d done at work that day. Sometimes she would still nod or shake her head, but after the second or third time; he would give her a look and she remembered to answer the question.
In that first week, he never touched her though she wore clothes now while in the bedroom. When she looked at her reflection in the mornings, Marigold didn’t see such a lost and beaten soul. The swelling in her lips went down until one day they looked like normal rosy lips. The black circles beneath her eyes faded, making her look young and vibrant again.
In the first week, she probably kissed him on the cheek more times then he’d ever kissed her. No matter how hard she tried, even though she thought he might not hurt her; she still moved away from him if he got too close. Sometimes it was subtle, she didn’t apologize for those times. Sometimes it was more obvious, and once she’d broken a dish because his hand brushed hers. He got more than one apology for that, as well as more than one kiss.
Jackson kept his promise about touching her, and she learned to relax at night when he put his arm around her. She had never imagined such a turnaround could happen. She’d never known Jackson personally, until that horrible day three months before. She’d seen him around and heard stories. Of course people always told the bad ones, or the ones where he was a bad ass.
Marigold had heard others though. She’d heard he liked to take care of stray animals. He was always checking in on some of the elders of the community. If they needed something, they got it. She knew he volunteered at the Veterans hospital, and she once overheard him talking about how much he respected those men and women. She was getting a chance to see that side of him, and she liked it.
Liking her captor frightened her. What kind of person felt kindness toward their jailor? What kind of fool didn’t run from their jailor? The thought she could care for him scared her, so she simply set it away to worry with another day.
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Jackson was surprised at how well the deals were going. She answered his questions, most of the time; and usually with more than a one-word response. There were times the questions must have been too personal to her, because she’d only shake her head. No matter what he said or how angry he seemed, she wouldn’t budge. Of course she was still frustrating and mind blowing as always.
She finally started eating, the hollows of her eyes filling in. The circles beneath them fading. Her bruised lips began to return to normal, though they were still pouty. They were the perfect lips for kissing or getting his cock sucked off, but he didn’t touch her. He stood by the promises of his deals.
Her jumpiness around him simmered down some, but the coldness and blankness in her eyes did not. He couldn’t always figure out what it was he said to make the person from before come back, but he tried to work on it. Sometimes it was hard to hold his temper with her, especially when he asked questions she didn’t want to answer. Therefore, making her answers short and sharp. His anger would flare, but he knew she was trying. He did the same.
He wanted to touch her. He wanted to be touched in more than a quick apologizing kiss on the cheek. He wanted more than his arm around her. He wondered what it would be like to be with her, now that she wasn’t an ice queen. Once, he thought about deal 5 and almost rolled her over to him. The thought of her cold, blank eyes looking up at him from all those times before, stopped him though.
He wanted the warm Marigold. The one who openly laughed at a book or a story he told about work. He wanted the Marigold who gave small smiles to him which he never imagined he’d see. He wanted the girl who’d sometimes forget where she was, all the tension leaking away from her. In those times, she seemed relaxed and content. She was the woman he wanted now, and that’s not the woman he’d get if he touched her too soon.
One night he lay in bed and listened to her quiet, rhythmic breathing. He thought back on everything he’d done to her and he wondered why he’d done it. Yeah, she insulted him. Yeah, she was the coldest person he’d ever met. Yeah, she thought she was better than everyone in the town, just because she was book smart. None of it separately had bothered him but together, it had been a terrible collision.
He wondered if he could have gotten to the warmer Marigold any other way, and his only answer was books. If he’d known then how much she loved books, he would have bribed her with those. Or maybe he wouldn’t have. Maybe he was a cruel man and just never knew it. Maybe the apple hadn’t fallen too far from the tree, the way Jackson once believed it had.
His Mama had up and left when he was thirteen. They’d celebrated his birthday and his Daddy had given him a Browning Gold semi-automatic shotgun and a Glock pistol. He’d been so proud of his gifts and couldn’t wait to use them. That night though, his Mama and Daddy had gotten into a fight. His Daddy had drank too much as usual, and he was a mean drunk.
Jackson heard the sound of dishes being broken and his Mama screaming. He heard the whirling of the belt through the air, then there was silence. Morning had come and when he went downstairs, there was a note from his Mama that simply said goodbye. When his Daddy woke up that afternoon, he cursed his wife and told Jackson and Shane she’d be back.
Weak women like her always came back. So he and his younger brother Shane waited. When the weeks turned to months and then a year, they quit waiting. His Daddy decided the whores would help take care of the house and cook and for that, they got room and meals. It had stayed that way ever since.
Jackson had looked over at Marigold’s sleeping form and knew she deserved better. Within a year, she would be in college and living in a new house. He would give her better, until her time with him was up. He vowed to do this for her as well as for his Mama. He didn’t stop his Daddy from making her run away. He could make sure no one else hurt Marigold.
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Marigold sat in the library reading; suddenly jumping when she heard someone knocking loudly at the door. She was the only one downstairs, and Jackson never told her, in the new deals they’d made, if she could or couldn’t answer the door. She realized she was in a pair of short shorts and a plain blue t-shirt, but at least the bruises had faded.
She slowly opened the door to see one of the most handsome men she’d ever seen, standing there. His eyes were a beautiful crystal blue, and they stood out against his dark mahogany brown hair. She smiled self-consciously as she stood in the doorway.
“May I help you?”
“I’m looking for Jackson Broussard.”
“He’s at work, but should be here in a few minutes.”
“Well my names Dallas Henry, and I’m a friend of his from Auburn.” Dallas stuck out his hand and Marigold shook it.
“I’m Marigold Fontenot. It’s nice to meet you.”
“Do you think he’d mind if I waited out on the porch?”
“I’m sure he wouldn’t. Would you like some tea or lemonade?”
“Tea, if it’s not too much trouble.”
“None at all.”
Marigold walked into the kitchen, her heart racing. My goodness he was handsome. He reminded her of an old western cowboy. It surprised her he was friends with Jackson. She hadn’t even known he’d gone to Auburn. In truth, she didn’t know much about the only man she was ever around. She slipped on some sandals and walked out onto the porch with the tea in her hand.
Dallas Henry was leaning against the wooden railing, and he gave her one hell of a smile as she handed him the cool glass. His easy grin went straight to her pussy, making her heart skip a beat. Had Jackson awakened something inside her anyone could turn on?
“Thank you ma’am.”
“You’re welcome.”
She didn’t know if she should stay and be polite, or go inside and let the man be. She’d never thought she’d have to be prepared for something like this at Jackson’s house.
“So your Jackson’s….”
“Friend.” Her answer was short and to the point.
“I see.”
They both gazed at one another and she knew he understood she wasn’t being honest. She watched him take a sip of tea, wondering what kind of man Dallas Henry was. If he was a gentle lover, a decent man. She shook the thoughts away, catching him smiling at her. Probably knowing what she was thinking. There was no way women didn’t fawn over him.
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Dallas Henry looked at the stunning girl sitting on the porch swing in summer clothes, and wondered what the deal was. Jack had been wild in college and they’d each had their fair share of girls. He couldn’t imagine him settling down but if a man was going too, he couldn’t do better than Marigold looks wise. She was a real beauty but he could tell she’d been hurt. Dallas just hoped his friend wasn’t the one doing it.
“It’s awfully cool for you to be in shorts and a t-shirt.”
“Yes, I…I hadn’t realized how chilly the weather had gotten. I’ll leave you be, unless you’d like to come inside in the warmth.”
“Oh, I’m alright but here.” Dallas handed her his leather jacket, watching closely as she placed it over her pulled up knees.
“So, what’s Jack up to now?”
“He owns all the Mills and the paper plant in town.”
“I’ll be. He’s doing well for himself?”
“I guess I’d say so.” She smiled a small smile and he did too. Man was she pretty.
“And you, Mr. Henry?”
“I’ll only answer questions if you call me Dallas.”
“Alright, and what do you do Dallas?”
“I’m taking over Sheriff Jones job.”
“You’re the new sheriff?”
“That’d be me.”
“Wow.”
He saw her eyes rake him over like he’d done to her earlier. She must have liked what she saw because a flash of a smile crossed her face. It made her look like a pixie.
“And what do you do, Marigold?”
“I umm…it’s kind of hard to explain… so, I guess you can consider me their maid.”
“Ahh.”
He knew she was lying but obviously the truthful answer wasn’t going to be coming from her. Dallas couldn’t wait to talk to Jack.
“His brother Shane still around?”
“In jail for stealing or something like that, I’m not really sure. His cousin Terry runs the bar right down the road from here.”
“That right? Well, he said he never thought his brother would amount to anything, or anyone else in his family for that matter.”
“Hmm. So where are you staying?”
“I’m at a motel right now. I was hoping Jack could tell me someplace to live.”
“I’m sure he can.”
“You from here?”
“Born and raised.”
She gave another small smile but her eyes were cold. He figured personal questions were off limits. That was a shame because he really wanted to know about her.
“So…do you know of some places around here?”
“Not that are for sale but I can tell you, you don’t want to live in the West Woods area. The Heights and over are pretty nice. I don’t know what your salary is in this small town but if you’re looking for apartments instead of a house, Regency Plaza is very nice and secluded.”
“So no West Woods, strive for the Heights and Regency is nice and private?”
“Yes.”
“Got it. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Do you mind if I sit?”
“No.”
He sat beside her and they began to glide smoothly on the porch swing, in comfortable silence. Every now and then, a dog would bark and soon voices started to sound throughout the house.
“How many people live here exactly?”
“A few. You might want to ask Jackson about it.”
He gave her an odd look but she kept her face like a mask, her eyes like steel. Oh, he wouldn’t be getting any kind of information from her on any topic. Fair enough. He’d learn a different way. Small town gossip came in handy that way.
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“I have a feeling a lot has changed in the past five years.”
“I wouldn’t know. Nothing ever changes here.”
Marigold just smiled, taking a sip of tea just as the other girls ran out of the house. They gave both him and her a questioning look, before running down the stairs and toward the road. She caught Dallas’ eye and just shook her head. She watched him eyeing the scantily clad girls walking away from him, and knew he put two-and-two together quickly. As she turned toward them, she saw a Toyota pickup coming up the drive.
“That would be him.” She quickly handed him his jacket as they both watched, in silence, as Jackson stepped out of his truck, giving them a strange look before he smiled.
“Man, what are you doing here?”
“You won’t believe me when I tell you.”
“Well, why don’t the two of you come inside where it’s warm.”
“She offered, but I didn’t want to intrude.”
“Alright.”
Jackson gave Marigold an odd look as he took her hand in his. She tried to pull away, but his grip tightened. She saw Dallas give them both a once over, neither saying a word as they walked into the house. The moment they were all inside, she jerked her hand from his.
“Excuse me.” She turned, practically running up the stairs before either could say a word. She had to get away from Dallas. She had to escape the presence of the hero, who’d come too late.
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2017 First time xxx stories: Marigold’s Undoing – Chapter 2F
“So you’re going to be sheriff huh?”
“Yep. It came out of left field but after the craziness of Memphis, I decided to take the job. Man, those people up there play hard.”
“I know they do. Well, down here we don’t have too much excitement.”
“I’ll take that for a little while. Give my pace maker a break.”
Jackson laughed and took a sip of his drink. As much as he liked seeing his old friend, his thoughts kept straying back to her. Marigold had disappeared and he wondered where she’d gone, and why she couldn’t get away fast enough.
“Do you need someplace to stay? We got plenty of room here.”
“Nah, I’m alright. I’m staying at a motel. I actually came by to see if you knew any places I should look into living at.”
“I do. If you don’t have plans tomorrow, I’ll take you around and show you some places. I even know a good realtor.”
“That sounds great, man. Just give me a call. I don’t start to work until next Monday, so I’m free.”
“Alright then.” They both smiled as a strange silence descended.
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Dallas studied his old college roommate and friend, wondering why he’d come back here and what he’d really been up to. He was extra curious about Marigold, but wasn’t sure how to bring her up. She was a real beauty. Any man who could look over at her in bed, was a lucky son of a bitch.
“Jack, I know I haven’t seen you in what, two years?”
“Yes, I think it’s been about that long.”
“So let me know if I over step any boundaries, okay?”
“Okay.”
“What is this place? A whore house? Because I have to say, I saw some pretty interesting girls leaving here.”
“Well…yes and no. Most of them do that and in return, they get room and meals and pay a certain amount in rent. Now some are prostitutes, some work at the bar and some live off the others hard work.”
“And Sheriff Jones just let it go, huh?”
“You could say that.”
“Do the girls get hurt?”
“Not by me or my family.”
“There doctors if they need them?”
“Two.”
“Then, I guess I can follow in Sheriff Jones footsteps and look the other way.”
“Sometimes it’s what a man’s got to do in a small town.”
“Oh, I know the mentality of small towns, Jack. I’m from a Podunk shithole in Georgia.”
“I remember.”
“And Marigold, is she one of the girls?”
“No. She’s…she’s more like a….”
“Friend?”
“Yes.”
“That’s what she told me as well.”
Jackson nodded and Dallas realized neither planned on telling him the truth. Well eventually it would come out, or he’d just figure it out. Either way, it was very obvious from Jack’s shortness about her, she was off limits. Dallas thought it a shame but at least Jack had a good woman.
“Well, I’ll be heading out. Just give me a call anytime tomorrow.”
“Will do. Good to see you man.”
“You too.” Dallas gave him a wave and then walked to his truck. The short encounter more interesting than he’d been expecting.
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Marigold sat on the window ledge, watching as Dallas headed toward his truck. She saw him glance up before giving an unsure kind of wave. She gave one back before disappearing from his view. Why couldn’t he have come a couple weeks ago? He could have been the hero she needed. She would have willingly begged him for help.
She’d seen the look of concern when he’d gotten close enough to see her body. She knew the bruises were faded, but if you stared hard enough, you could still see something was off. She went back to the window in time to see his taillights disappearing. He hadn’t stayed long considering he hadn’t seen Jackson in a while.
“Marigold?” She whirled from the window and stared at him with big eyes.
“Yes?”
Her voice came out in a whisper and it infuriated her. She’d done nothing wrong, and yet something about that man showing up, threw everything off. She took a deep breath and met his gaze.
“I was just looking for you.”
“Oh well…here I am.”
“You okay?”
“Never better.”
She peered down at the floor, before sitting on the window sill; letting her head rest against the cool pane. Suddenly feeling drained from all the pretending, all the deal keeping, all the everything. She wanted to go home.
“Marigold?” She didn’t bother turning to him.
“Hmm?”
“Look at me.”
“Jackson, I….”
She looked at him, but then gazed away. She felt his presence beside her in an instant. Her chin getting jerked up in his harsh grasp. His eyes blazing a fire she didn’t want to see.
“You’re going to look at me when I’m talking to you and I will not ask you again.”
Every warning bell in her head went off and she knew to do exactly as she was told. She may have been tired of dealing with deals, but they were better than belts and bruises.
“Yes sir.”
“Did he say something to you?”
“No.”
“Did he ask about the girls?”
“No, but he saw them leaving.”
“Did he ask you anything about yourself?”
“There wasn’t any time.”
“Okay. Then tell me what’s wrong.”
“I’m fine. I promise.”
“Deal #4.”
“Exception to deal #4.” They both glared at each other but she wasn’t backing down, no matter how angry he looked.
“Downstairs in an hour for dinner.” He said nothing else as he stormed out the door, slamming it behind him. Marigold sat in the window and tried to calm her shaking body. Why had Dallas shown up now? He should have stayed away, for all their sakes.
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An hour later, she headed toward the kitchen as commanded. She could hear dishes being slammed around and wondered if she should even go in. She sat down on the stairs, contemplating what she should do. A minute later, Jackson stormed out of the kitchen, the swinging door banging into the wall. He stopped short when he saw her on the step. Marigold tried to make herself smaller by wrapping the robe tightly around her.
“It’s ready.”
She nodded, making his eyes flare with anger as he took a step forward. She was instantly standing and backing up a step.
“Where are you going?”
“Nowhere.”
“Dinner is this way.”
“Mhmm.”
She glanced from the front door, to him, back to the door and toward the kitchen; before taking a deep breath and coming down the final few steps. He gave her an odd look as she slunk around him and into the kitchen. All the cabinets were open and she saw a broken dish. My God, she’d pissed him off. Would she even survive this meal? He seemed calm but his eyes were deep brown and angry.
The table was set and she sat in the place she’d been twice before. He sat down in silence as they began to eat. Three bites into the meal, she knew she wasn’t going to be able to force herself to chew anymore. Her stomach was in knots and she felt sick.
“I can’t.” She was up and heading toward the door when she felt him grab her arm. She turned, jerking it out of his grasp with pure fire in her eyes. “Don’t touch me!”
Her voice echoed around the empty kitchen, hurting her own ears with its shrillness. She backed farther away from him and closer to the kitchen door. She saw him taking deep breaths and knew he was trying to control his temper.
“I’m really going to need you to tell me what’s wrong.”
“And, I’m really going to need you to calm the hell down.”
Her words came out snapped and short. She hadn’t meant to say them, but they were out now. Half of her was afraid, the other half was ready to take him on.
“Lose the attitude and tell me what’s wrong.”
“Lose the temper, and I won’t have to be afraid to tell you.” They stared one another down, both realizing they weren’t getting anywhere.
“I’m sorry I frightened you.”
She was so astonished by his response, she felt completely struck dumb. He didn’t fight fair. Why did they have to argue at all?
“I…you…it’s okay.”
She put her head in her hands and shook it; trying to get her thoughts together before she had to answer him. When she removed them, she saw he’d come closer. She went backwards, until her body hit the wall.
“Tell me.”
Considering his voice was soft but left no room for argument, she gave in. So much for her exception to deal #4. They were going to have to have a discussion about that, but now wasn’t the time or place. She knew she’d lose.
“I was worried you were going to be angry with me because I was talking to a man…and was outside alone with him.”
“That’s what’s wrong?” She nodded. “So help me God, if you don’t learn to stop nodding and shaking your damn head!”
His yell startled her more, sending warnings and anger along every nerve. Igniting the temper she was trying so hard to keep down.
“Yes, okay. Yes, that’s what’s wrong. Yes. Will four yes’s make up for the one damn head nod? Can it? Please? Jesus, I just….”
Marigold didn’t wait for an answer. She was out the door and half way up the stairs, when she felt his hand grab her. How in the hell was she supposed to survive here for five years? He would kill her before then. She would kill him before then.
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2017 First time xxx stories: Marigold’s Undoing – Chapter 2 Final
All Jackson saw was red as he followed her up the stairs. She was damn confusing and damn aggravating. His temper was shot to shit and so was his patience. Jackson grabbed her, whirling her body toward him. She was crying. He hadn’t known she’d be crying.
“I’m sorry. Please don’t touch me. I’m sorry. Just don’t….”
Huge tear filled eyes peered into his, before she buried her face in her hands. He found his arms wrapping around her in an embrace. The red tint of rage gone, replaced by a need to comfort her. He held her on the stairs while her quiet cries filled his ears. He hadn’t expected this. He’d expected one hell of a fight. The tears hurt more than the words. He knew they were his fault; even if he didn’t know what he’d done.
Marigold seemed to cry herself out on the steps, before he lifted her and took her to the bedroom. He sat her on the bed, but she kept her face shielded away from him. A minute later, he came back and brought tissues. He handed her one, looking away while she cleaned off her face. When she was done, he sat beside her, taking her tiny hand in his large one.
“I want to go home.”
He studied her tear streaked face for a beat, before she started gazing down at the floor. In her voice, he heard just how much truth that one statement held.
“I’ll take you tomorrow.”
Her head jerked up as she turned with a surprised look. “Really?”
“Yes.” She smiled at him before looking away with a blush on her cheeks.
“You’re coming back.”
It was a statement, not a question. She smiled though. The fact she smiled shocked him. Marigold seemed to love keeping him on his toes.
“Of course.” She moved closer toward him on the bed, running her fingers down his cheek. She gave him a small kiss on the lips, before the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen gazed deep into his. “Thank you.”
Every fiber of his being knew she meant it with every fiber of hers. He wanted to kiss her until forever, and then some. Marigold must have seen the need in his eyes, for she leaned forward, kissing him again. His hand found her face and he deepened the kiss. Moaning as his lips locked tighter to hers. His hand slowly traveling down her cheek, along her neck and down her arm.
He liked the softness of her skin beneath his rough hands. He brought his hand back up and as it hovered over the strap of her nightgown; he felt her tense beneath his lips. He knew he couldn’t go through with the rest. As much as he knew it’d hurt him physically, he pulled away from her kiss.
The flavor of cinnamon the only thing he tasted as question filled eyes looked up into his. Her dark blue eyes searched his and seemed to deepen with confusion. He watched as she crossed her arms, the blue turning darker with fiery rage.
“Marigold?”
“Hmm?”
“What?”
“What? You’re seriously asking me what? Seriously?”
“Yes, what?”
Her mouth dropped open and then it shut. Ice seemed to take over her entire body, her eyes shooting daggers.
“Nothing.”
“I don’t think it’s nothing.”
“Well….”
She shrugged before walking off toward the window. She stood with her back to him, her arms still crossed. He shook his head, before looking at the ceiling and tossing up a silent prayer. He’d need all the patience he could get before going to stand beside her.
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Marigold felt him come up near her but she didn’t turn. She was still confused as to why he didn’t touch her. She knew he wanted too and she’d been willing. She had to admit to herself she was glad he hadn’t though.
“I wanted more.”
“I was going to give you more.”
“I know, that’s why I stopped you.”
Marigold stared at him and found she was at a loss as to what to say. This day with him just kept going back and forth. She hated roller coasters.
“I…I don’t understand.”
“I don’t want you to sleep with me because of deal 5 or because I gave you something you wanted.”
“Then how….”
She shook her head at him because she had no idea what to say. She leaned against the wall and waited.
“Maybe, I’m hoping, one day you’ll want me the same way I want you.”
Marigold had never been so glad she was leaning against something steady in all her life. The world tilted and she spun right along with it. She truly didn’t understand him, but she became aware not all his cards were on the table. There was so much which needed to be said but neither said a word. They were both too damn stubborn. She glanced away from him, watching the stars slowly coming out, before turning to find him gazing at her.
“I don’t understand you. I don’t understand what’s going on with us. Are we always going to be this way?”
“What way?”
“Fine for a little while, mad the next second, fine again, a fight and then fine again. Is it always going to be a constant worry about what we say or do?”
“Well to be honest…I don’t plan on changing who I am. Do you?”
“No.”
“Then, I guess we’ll be fine, we’ll fight and be fine again.”
“So much to look forward to.” She sighed and wrapped her arms around herself.
“No matter how much we fight; I’m not going to hurt you.”
She only nodded as she studied the paint on the window sill. It was starting to peel, making her want to pick at it. Giving her nervous habit something to mess with. He took her chin between his fingers, making her acknowledge him.
“Always nodding. Marigold, I give you my word I will walk away before I ever lose my temper with you like that again. I will never raise a belt to you. ”
“That’s not what your eyes say when you’re angry.”
“But that’s what I’m saying to you as one person to another.”
He leaned in and kissed her lips, her cheek, her hair. He wrapped his arms around her tiny frame and held her close. She didn’t tense up, but she didn’t hold him back. Her pussy came to life as usual though, the wetness spreading along her panties. She felt a zing of need radiating from her core to her cunt lips. She could smell her arousal. She could feel his hard cock against her stomach.
Neither made a move even as desire swirled around them. Instead, they stood with his arms wrapped around her. Both gazing out the window. It seemed to her, he finally let her go when her heart beat slowed down.
“You didn’t eat anything.”
“I’m not hungry.”
Jackson gave her a look and she matched it. He laughed, the sound filling the room as she shot him a smile in return. He took her hand in his large grasp and led her to the bed. She sat at the end as usual and he rested against the headboard.
“I really wish you’d eat.”
“You didn’t.”
“That’s because I had to chase you to figure out what was going on.”
“You can still eat. I’m not hungry.”
“You’re too tiny.”
She opened her mouth to snap out a comment but shut it. She was going to try and control her temper as well. Marigold counted to three and smiled.
“I don’t think missing one meal will hurt me.”
Jackson studied her face but nodded. “Touché.” She gave him a small smile and hoped this conversation topic would change as well. She was fine and he really couldn’t fix what wasn’t, unless he let her go.
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The room grew quiet as he watched her find things to do with her hands. First, she played with the string on the comforter. Then, she moved to the tie of her robe. Next, she moved to a strand of her hair and then, went back to the comforter string.
“What happened to your chest?” His voice in the quiet room made her jump.
“Excuse me?”
“The scar on your chest.”
“Oh! Umm…Billy Harris tried to umm… he wanted me to…and I wouldn’t, so he put a knife to my chest and he thought he’d get his way then. When I wouldn’t fuck him, he slowly pulled it across my skin. I just lay there and prayed he’d die. All of a sudden, some hobo drug addict came through the woods and Billy got up and ran away. The hobo walked me home, my Mama fed him and he disappeared.”
“Did you ever tell her what happened?”
“Yes, she told me to be more careful of whom I talked too.”
The saddest laugh escaped her and Jackson had never heard such a melancholy sound before from anyone. He reached out to her, but she pulled away.
“Marigold?”
“No, please don’t.” She looked at him, her eyes cold. “The good news for you: you won’t have to worry about me telling her anything when I see her tomorrow. She doesn’t care. She’d probably tell me I should have chosen a better jailor.”
Her eyes were frozen and angry. He hoped it wasn’t all aimed at him. He’d wondered if she’d tell, but this wasn’t the reason he wanted her to keep it to herself.
“I know Billy Harris.”
“I’m sure you do.”
“He works at the Mills now.”
“I guess that’s good for him.”
“He ever try to hurt you again?”
“No.” She answered too quickly and he knew she was lying.
“Did he try to hurt you again?”
His voice sounded demanding even to his ears, but he received the reaction he wanted. Her eyes grew larger and she nodded.
“I wouldn’t give him oral sex, so he gave me a black eye. He was the first person who ever struck me across the face.”
The coldness and anger faded from her eyes, as a desolate feel settled in. He could tell she was back in that time, and he wanted to kill Billy Harris for hurting her.
“I’m sorry.”
She met his eyes and he saw confusion. “For what?”
“That he hurt you.”
“You hurt me. I seem to make people want to do that. Can we talk about something else?”
“What time do you want to go home tomorrow?”
“I don’t mind when it is.”
“Okay. I’ll take you over there at lunch time and take Dallas to see some houses. I’ll come get you around three or four o’clock.”
“Okay.”
“Grab some winter clothes while you’re there.”
“Because Alabama is known for its cold winters and extreme blizzards.” She smiled a real smile at him, making him roll his eyes even as he laughed.
“Nonetheless, grab some warmer clothes.”
“Yes sir.” Even though he knew she was kidding, he didn’t like the way it sounded anymore.
“And no more sir’s…unless you’ve pushed me past the point of no return, and they may calm me down a little.”
“Good information to keep in mind.”
Jackson smiled. “Since tomorrow is Friday, why don’t we move into one of the guest bedrooms until the new house is ready?”
She gazed at him before nodding her head. “Okay.”
“I know you hate this room.”
“Yes, but it’s yours. You’ve been in it, how long?”
“I know, but I want you to be comfortable.” She nodded and he took her small pretty smile as an answer.
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She looked down at the comforter as her mind wandered. For the next five years, would he be making up for the first three months? Could he do anything to make up for them? She’d let him try. He should have to try.
“Moving to a new room sounds nice. Thank you.”
“Good. Well I’m going to read, how about you?”
She shook her head and went into the bathroom. After her nightly ritual, she came out and looked him over. He was leaning up against some pillows with his long body stretching out. His rock hard stomach muscles rippled down towards nice, built legs. She felt her pussy jump at the idea of wrapping her legs around his waist. He looked over at her and gave her a funny look.
“What?”
“You’re staring at me.”
“Oh.”
She smiled in embarrassment and climbed onto the bed. Instead of rolling over, she lay her head on his stomach and let her arm lay across it too. She felt him quit breathing, before he let his arm rest on her shoulder. His hand on hers.
She watched his boxers grow tighter, knowing it was difficult for him to be near her without touching her. She didn’t want him in her, but she was willing to still touch him. He wasn’t forcing her; he wasn’t being a monster. He was going to let her go home. She’d be able to see her room, rundown as it was; it was still hers. Filled with her things. Her scent. Her likes.
In slow motion, she watched as if in a daze, her hand slide down his abs and into his boxers. She felt his body stop moving, his muscles tensing beneath her head and arm. Her fingers wrapped around his thick cock, running all the way to the tip of his head. A bead of precum there to greet her. She smiled at what she could do to him.
Her tiny hand pulled his cock up and out of his boxers. It sprang free with a welcoming lunge. She saw it curl back into his stomach, red and full of need. It was wide, the widest she’d ever seen. Her hand had trouble wrapping all the way around, but she gave it her best effort. She knew it needed lubrication and where to find it.
As her mouth sucked his engorged cock, her fingers found her pussy lips. They were wet with desire, the tips pulling out in a coating of her own need. She dug her nimble fingers deep inside, collecting more lubrication for the job at hand. She felt his cock twitch in her mouth, her teeth grazing his head as a low moan sounded above her.
She pulled him past her lips, blowing on the trail of spit. She saw his erection jerk as the coolness sent chills to his balls. She pulled her fingers from her own needy cunt, using them to finish lubricating his unyielding shaft. Her hand slowly began to glide her spit and juices along his dick. It thrashed in her hands, the head growing redder with need.
With precise languid movements, Marigold ran her hand up and down his massive cock. She scraped her nail over his tip, collecting the cum which bubbled up. She smelled his salty scent, felt his muscles turning rigid beneath her. His hand held her elbow in a death grip, but Jackson’s body didn’t move. She could hear his ragged breathing. Felt his stare boring into her, making a fiery pleasure run through her veins. Making her grow wetter in the apex of her thighs.
Still, her tiny hand glided over his thickness as she teased his balls with her other hand. Pinching on their fullness, making his body jerk as she smiled. Her mouth once more took the tip of the head inside, her tongue roving over the end. Her hand pushing his semen closer to the edge, her movements speeding up as she felt his body tensing. His grip on her elbow tightened, his breath hitching as her tooth scraped his sensitive cock.
She felt the buildup coming, tasting his cum as it began to spew in her mouth. Her hand jerked on his cock, egging the semen upward. Her fingers rubbed his blue balls, making Jackson groan as his body thrashed beneath her. She tasted his salty flavor, felt his jets of cum against her cheek. His body shook in the final throes of ecstasy as she gently pulled him out of her warm mouth.
She flicked her tongue across his tip, licking off what was left of his cum. Taking in his personal scent and flavor. She watched his hard on go limp in her hands. She smiled to herself as she lazily tucked his used cock back into his boxers. Neither said a word as the smell of sex wafted around them. His reaction to her touch let her know he appreciated her thank you gesture. The feel of his body trying to catch its breath, making her smile again.
“Night.” It was all she said as she lay her head back on his chest. She didn’t want to be touched. She didn’t want to have a discussion. She’d thanked him the only way she knew he’d understand. She felt him vibrate beneath her, knowing he was laughing at her.
“Goodnight Marigold.”
The room grew quiet as they both stared, lost in similar thoughts. She knew she could do this. She knew she had to in order to survive. A part had to be played so she could go home, so she could escape this Podunk town. Five years was a long time to pretend. Marigold could do it. She would.
nicole says
Hey I hope you finish this story. It’s really interesting.