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“Snack?”

Sir shook his head and continued to look at the road ahead as he drove us to this week’s get away with his friends! I’ve met quite a few of his friends already but this was a different group, they are a close group of friends Sir had a good few years ago but they were separated after college ended. Now they are back in town and they put together a mini reunion and a massive lake house was rented out for it.

“Tell me more about them!” I said giddy with excitement. “what are they like? How many of them are coming? Do they have girlfriends? Are they nice? Tell meeeee” I squealed.

“ha ok ok. Well there are around 7 of us not including whoever they will bring. I’m not sure if they all have partners though, I guess we will see when we get there but I know 2 of them do.” Sir said. “they are pretty cool, I knew them for a long time but I haven’t seen them in years and only kept in touch with like 3 of them. Matthew, Mark and Kenny.”

“I see” I pondered. “we are going to have such a good time! And there’s a lake! I’ve never been to a lake house before. I’ve only ever seen them in the movies.”

“ha seriously?” 

“hey! Don’t look at me like that, practically everything in this country is new to me” I pouted.

Sir chuckled and drove off at the green light. I watched through the window as the scenery changed the more we drove. I looked past the oncoming cars and the pedestrians and readied my mind for the week. Opportunities to meet new people in such a cool environment doesn’t come that often. I need to make the most of it. I need to leave with memories I’ll never forget.

*….later id eat those words*

We pulled up to the house with some others who had arrived right on time. When we got out of the car I smiled as I watched Sir reunite with his long time buddy Matthew. He was the same height as Sir and had the same type of long hair. I giggled at the similarities when his attention turned to me.

“You must be Jayla. Its nice to finally meet the girl who ended up getting stuck with this one over here” he said as he laughed and took a punch on the arm from Sir.

I laughed and responded. “yeah that’s me fortunately. Its lovely to meet you as well. Im so excited for this week!”

“oh yeah it’s gonna be fucking awesome.” He said as he dug his hands in the back window of his truck and pulled out a case of alcohol as he smiled at Sir looking for his approval.

I looked at Sir and laughed as Sir grabbed one from him.

“I’m gonna bring the stuff to the house” I announced as I pulled out my bags and made my way to the door. I rang the bell and a guy opened it.

“ayyy look who it is! Jayla right?”

I nodded smiling and was embraced in a side hug whilst he welcomed me and introduced himself as a Mark before he ran out to greet Sir. i shook my head, giggling in satisfaction when I looked back into the house and gasped. It was gorgeous. Stunning. The vibe was the epiphany of a wooden cabin. It smelled homely with a hint of wood and felt cozy.

I remember reading that there were 8 rooms, all of which were ensuites. I got excited at the wondered that we may be able to get the room I favored from the booking site being the first few to arrive.

I bolted upstairs and went straight down the hall and flung the door open. I was halfway into jumping onto the bed when I noticed a guy laying on it which made me stop in my tracks almost tripping myself up. I stared at him.

He was throwing and catching a baseball when he stopped and looked at me.

“Knocking is a thing you know..”

“Huh? Oh! Yes! Sorry.. I.. um.. I didn’t expect..”

“it’s fine.” He said as he went back to tossing the ball.

“th-thank you”

He looked at me while he tossed the ball and continuously caught the ball with one hand. It was pretty cool.

“I’m Jacob’s girlfriend, Jayla” I said shyly.

He smirked. “So you’re the girlfriend..” he looked me up and down slowly. “I’m surprised.”

I frowned in confusion and was about to ask what he meant when I heard Sir call me.

“Close the door on your way out” the strange guy said and so I did.

I chucked my bags in the next empty room and walked downstairs to where Sir was. More people had come and Sir was talking to another guy whom Sir introduced me to. It was Kenny! He was sweet and nice but my thoughts kept reverting to that other guy upstairs. Who was he? Why is he just upstairs by himself. Is he part of the group?

Mark swung his arm around Sir’s shoulder and seemed to want to tell him something serious so I listened in.

“Bro, Jack is here too.” He said quietly as he looked at Sir. His face went cold and he was silent.

I was confused.

“Jack?” I asked laughingly.  

“Eh.. yeah..” Mark answered “he and Jacob didn’t really get on well in school. Jack was sort of…”

“A dick” Sir finished. “Why the fuck is he here?”

“He and Adam are buddies. I don’t think he knew you were coming either.. he’s been in the room the whole time. He was the first to arrive.

Wait.. that’s him? So that’s his name… Jack. Well he clearly knew we were coming from his reactions to learning I was his girlfriend.

I watched in wondering silence as Matthew started howling and passing the drinks around. I was thinking about what could have happened between Sir and him. Why was he so hostile? What was that reaction about to knowing I was Sirs’s girlfriend?

It was nearing 9pm. By this time everyone had arrived and settled in. I sat by Sir on the couch as we all talked with each other and laughed learning about how Kenny got the scar on his knee.

“you’re such a fucking dumbass” his girlfriend said as everyone laughed more.

“I’m gonna go get another drink” I said to Sir as I stood and left. I turned into the kitchen when I hit someone hard. I groaned as I looked up and realised who it was.  

“Jack..” I said out loud.

“yes?”

“oh.. I .. sorry!” I mumbled as I quickly skid past him and ran to the fridge. As I took out a drink I felt uneasy. What is up with his aura?

I went back out and saw how everyone had gotten way more comfortable with each other however it was like a dark cloud had formed over Sir’s head as Jack sat opposite him and laid back with an arm on the chair drinking beer from the other. I plopped down on Sir and asked if he were okay. He just nodded his head and pulled me closer to him hard and drank. It sort of hurt and made me uncomfortable and I was about to move to adjust when I caught Jack’s eye. He looked at me as he took a swig of his drink. His eyes were cold and dark. It made me feel vulnerable. So I didn’t move.

The whole night it was like that. Everyone was loud and rowdy but Sir and Jack stayed silent and distant. When it was time to finally sleep Sir was rigid with me, quiet and kind of distant. But he wasnt afraid to show with his words and actions that I belonged to him. He physically moved me when he needed to get past me without saying anything. When I was near him, he would grab me and pull me by his side… and even tighter when Jack was around. When I tried to speak to him, he was cold and spoke down on me. Sir sent me on errands for him and when we had sex that first night he really hurt me. He was so much more rougher than usual that I almost said my safeword. He was clearly angry or upset.

In the afternoon the next day, half of the house including Jack, had gone out in the morning but we stayed behind with some others to chill and relax. We were watching TV when Sir demanded I bring him water without even looking at me.

“okay stop. Wtf if going on with you?” 

“what do you mean”

“don’t act like you don’t know. you’ve completely changed since we go here. you’ve been acting like such an asshole to me”

“just get me some water it’s not a big deal” Sir responded nonchalantly.

I was fuming. I’m used to our dynamic and I know that Sir owns me and has authority but this was different. He was treating me like nothing. Like I came here to serve him and that’s it. I’m his girlfriend above anything else.

“Get it yourself” I snapped as I got up in a huff and stomped upstairs. I didn’t want to cause a scene like that but I couldn’t believe him. I was so excited for this week and he turns around and acts like this? Wtf is going on with him.

I sat on the bed and sighed. Maybe this was a mistake. I already feel shy and him treating me like a stranger doesn’t help.

I heard the door open and Sir come in. I didn’t even look up. “what do you want”.

He sighed and put out his hand. I smacked it away and looked up at him. “I’m not your fucking slave”

“I know that”

“then wtf is wrong with you. why are you acting like this. This was supposed to be a fun week and you’ve been nothing but a jerk! What is it? Tell me! Is it about Jack?”

Sir drew a sharp breath and I saw his eyes get dark. I sort of snapped out of my rage when I saw his reaction to his name. He stared at me before quietly apologizing and asking if we could just go back downstairs, promising that he’d act right but that wasn’t my goal anymore. I wanted to know what happened. What happened between Sir and Jack.  

It was like he could read my face because he sat down on the bed and sighed before starting explaining. He told me how he and jack used to be best friends. It was just the two of them against everyone else. They did everything together. Each of their families even invited the other to vacations when they had them. They were close. Until one day Sir caught him with his ex. They were having a full blown relationship behind his back for months. He’s never been able to forgive him for it since. This was his first time seeing him since a fight they had over it that happened a few years ago.

Listening to Sir talk made my blood boil. It made so much sense now. I was angry. How could he do something like that to Sir. He further explained why, without thinking he felt the need to take it out on me, make it known that I was his and only his. I softened up and held his arm.

“he knows I am”

“yeah but he doesn’t care.” He said angrily. “he wasn’t supposed to be here”

My heart dropped a centimeter when he said that. Could that be why Jack’s aura is like that?

“I’m yours. No one else’s. I would never do what your ex did. You should know me” 

“I know but I want you to stay away from him.” He ordered.
 
I could tell he hated having to relive that story by telling me about it so I quickly changed the topic. I smiled and grabbed his hands and told him I had a new dress to wear tonight for when all of us go out to the bar. His face lit up like a puppy and I couldn’t help but laugh. It’s so cute how easy it is to get his correct attention.

We went back downstairs and talked about what we would be doing later on and waited for the rest to come back. I went to help Wendy out in the kitchen for dinner while Sir and the rest of the guys watched football.

It felt like forever but the time finally came where I was in my dress and we were all ready to leave. We all messed around with pre drinks and made our way to the cars. As I got in to Sir’s truck, I glanced for a second at the last car parked that was dark with no one in it before I turned back to Sir and blasted music as we pulled out.

A couple of hours later and the night was amazing.. and also blurry. I had my freaky side out as me, Wendy and also Sandra danced and drank. As expected Sir and the guys stayed at the bar watching what’s happening with their drinks in their hands. I came over to Sir stumbling and bent over twerking and whining on him. I felt him grab my waist and grind on me. I laughed as i turned back to him and fell into his chest with my arms around his neck smiling before I sneakily took another shot. He tried to stop me but I was too quick. That was like my 6th of the night! Maybe 7…

“woah.. okay babygirl that’s enough”

“but Daddyyyyy” I whined a little too loud. I heard him chuckling as I hung my head down and bumped him on his arm. The more I stood still the more the alcohol took me over.

“Jaylaaa” the girls drunkenly shouted.

“Cominggg” i shouted while looking at the fading lights.

I wobbled back to them and started dancing. Me and wendy danced all over the place while Sandra, the least drunk of us all recorded us falling all over each other when to us we felt like Beyonce.

It was when I felt an arm go around my waist a big figure stand behind me, that I saw all three of the guys put their drinks down and walk up to us. Sir pulled me away from the guy behind me and Mark and Matthew did the same with their girls.

“time to go” Sir said as he practically carried me out.

“hey I can bring them home with an uber don’t worry , you guys have fun” Sandra said.

Sir hesitated but she had already called one while Mark jumped on him and told him about the new club that just opened up down the street. i couldn’t even stand anymore but I was laughing at something Wendy did and wendy was hyper about food.

The uber came and Sir put me in and told me to make sure I stay in the house when I get back.

“okok Daddyyyy I promiseeee” I slurred as he kissed me and closed the door.

The drive felt amazing. I was moving but my body wasn’t moving. I was almost disappointed that I had to get out when we finally got home.

“Shit!” Wendy shouted. “I forgot my purse! It has everything in it! My keys! my cards!…”
 
“it’s okay” Sandra said, “let’s go back and get it. Jayla you stay here. We will be back in a bit.”

I blinked slowly and swayed as I stood while I watched them leave the house in a hurry. I turned around and walked to the stairs then pulled myself up them in an ungodly manner and slammed into our room. I toppled onto the floor, groaning unable to function. I took off my make up on the floor and had to wrestle into my sleeping clothes. Finally I was done and ready to eat then sleep.

I opened the door and crawled out of the room. I couldn’t even lift myself at this point. But who cares its just me here right now.

“You look like you’ve had a fun night”

I squealed and fell flat on my belly before groaning and looked up to see Jack standing above me.

I sighed. You’ve got to be kidding me. I instantly felt as if my ass was exposed and the cold hard wood floor has probably gotten my nippples hard. Just great. I didn’t need this right now.

I stumbled onto my feet crashing into the wall several times as he watched me struggle to act human as I covered my chest with my hands. I heard him chuckle.

“You’re cute when you’re drunk”

Suddenly I felt anger rise from my chest and I finally looked him in his eyes for the first time that night.

“don’t call me that”

“call you what”

“cute. don’t call me that”

“but you are and you are incredibly loud too.”

I don’t know what it was but in that moment I felt brave and I also felt mad for what he did to Sir. I stepped towards him in might but that quickly shrunk when I saw the comparative difference to my small body against his 6’2 big one.

“no wonder you’re lonely. How could you not be when you steal peoples girlfriends” I said loudly with my hands swinging to convey my point. “you are horrible and you being here has ruined this trip in some way. You don’t even get involved!”

He laughed as he said “I didn’t quite understand everything you just said darling but I think I get the point”

It startled me how confident he was being.

“is that what he told you huh?”

“it’s the truth!” I proclaimed.

“and how would you know”

I stammered inaudibly before I sighed and tried to get past him.

“I asked you a question” he said as he grabbed my arm, his voice sounding more sharp.

“I d-don’t care anymore. You don’t even have a girl when he has the best. You may have slowed him down but he clearly won in that regard.” It took me like 10 minutes to say that. It is really hard to compose yourself while drunk in a serious situation.

I shook my arm but he didn’t let go. He gripped me tighter until it hurt and I screamed an ‘ow’. I looked at him and I was taken aback by the sight. He looked furious. He stared into nothing as he gritted his teeth. He suddenly started walking, taking me with him causing me to stumble and fall.

“w-what are you doing!” I slurred as I panicked.

He dragged me to his room by my arm and flung me onto the floor. I rocked in pain and tried to focus my eyes to see where he was but it was nearly impossible with how drunk I was. I heard the door close and lock and then panic started to creep in me as I struggled to sit up on the floor.

“what do you think you are doing” I stammered. “Jacob will be here any minute”

I laid back down, getting dizzy after being flung with alcohol in my system. I made half movements as I tried to scold him again but even i didn’t find out what I was saying anymore.

He walked closer to me making my eyes widen and my body tense. He grabbed a hold of me, picked me up and put me on his bed and towered over me with his eyes directly above mine. I felt so uncomfortable and vulnerable right then. I kept wishing that Sir would just walk through the door any moment now but at the same time this wouldn’t look like what is actually happening.

 

He stared at me some more before he took a strand of my hair out of my face and smirked. Then he looked at my lips and leaned into me.

 

I didn’t even process the huge slap I gave him that caused him to back up off me.

 

“are you crazy” I slurred, determined to look and sound serious but was miserably failing. “how dare you! EW! As if!”

 

He had that same look in his eye again when he dragged me in the room but this time it was fiercer and more provoked.

 

He walked quietly back over to me and stopped just as he reached me. He stayed silent as did I. I didn’t know what to do or say. He hung his head down and his hair covered his eyes. He looked annoying to me in that moment and I just wanted out of his room.

 

“ugh.” I sighed as i tried to move to leave my position but all of a sudden I felt a fast pressure to my neck and my body slammed back down onto the bed. Before I knew it I couldn’t breathe. I spluttered and choked as he put another hand on my throat and applied more force. He looked determined. Determined to hurt me. I wondered for sure I was gonna die.

 

After a few seconds and on the verge of passing out he let some air in and I practically grabbed at every oxygen molecule that my mouth could take.

 

I tried to run but he grabbed me from behind as I croaked a scream and I was back to the bed again.

 

“You were right.”

 

I rubbed my throat and looked at him as I was still gasping for air.

 

“he was always winning. Always one upping me. He always had to have and be the best.. or at least better that what I had or did.” He told me. “Grades. Sports. Cars… girls. Whenever I had something to show he had something better. I supported him but that shit gets old real quick.”

 

I sat in silence. Scared to move and listened for the front door, waiting for Sir to come home. My phone was in our room and there was no way id make it there without him doing something again.

 

“do you know what’s its like to be someone else’s shadow?”

 

“y-yes” I stuttered. “I find out you-“

 

“how could you possibly understand me!” he spat. “you don’t know a damn thing”. He said as he slowly turned to look at me. “the only way to stop being a shadow is to take some of the light” he said as he started to come towards me.

 

I screamed as he grabbed at my shirt and tore it. He slapped me and covered my mouth muffling me. I couldn’t believe what was happening. How could he do something so reckless in a place like this. What did I do to deserve this.

 

“please!” I begged crying through his hand. He lifted his hand off my mouth as I continued to beg. “you don’t have to do this”. I grabbed his arm that had a hold of my bra as he roughly ripped it off.

 

If I was gonna get out of here I needed to switch to offense. So I stated to kick and claw. I caught his face and his stomach got a good kicking but he somehow was able to wedge himself between my legs which completely left me open and defenseless.

 

He leaned over me and whispered in my ear how I’ll be okay. I tried to push him off me but he acted like he couldn’t even feel it. I was still heavily drunk. I couldn’t do anything. So I continued crying and begging. Warning him of what would happen If he did anything. but he made it known that he didn’t care. I could see it in his eyes.

 

He grabbed my wrists with one hand and held them above my head. I couldn’t move them at all no matter how hard I tried. He smirked as I struggled and he licked two of his fingers and brought them to my pussy. I screamed and kicked my legs to try and get him off me.

 

“No! no no no! please! Jacob! Jacob!! Please stop please!”

 

“he’s not here” he said as he rubbed my pussy and then slipped his fingers on the inside of my panties. “and hes not going to find out” he finished in a demeaning and cold tone.

 

I wiggled as he rubbed my clit and made me moist. I struggled against his hold on my wrists and used all my might to get out of the situation but it was no use.

 

I suddenly felt him grip my panties and he pulled at it ripping it off and giving me a mini burn in the process. i struggled harder, calling out for my Sir. Hoping that maybe he was just talking outside the house and he’d hear me but the door never opened. It never opened.

 

“You’re not going to be so perfect anymore after I’m done with you. I’m going to smile every night knowing he has someone made worthless by me”

 

As he said this he took out his erect dick and spit on it before rubbing it against my pussy. I full blown had a freak out and panic by now. I was hyperventilating but he didn’t care. I felt like I couldn’t breathe but he wasn’t choking me. My vision was still blurry and I couldn’t think straight. I couldn’t do anything but beg through my breathlessness.

 

“please” I said out of breath. “please let me go”

 

“That’s it, beg you whore” and he taunted before he rammed into me into me in one go. I screamed so loud I hurt my own ears. My whole body froze in place as I felt him move in and out of me, jerking my whole body up and down.

 

I moaned and cried in shame as he pinned my arms down harder and thrust into me hard. before long I spaced out and silently cried. Occasionally crying out when he hurt me. My eyes were empty… looking at the ceiling half shut. I couldn’t control anything. not even myself. The sounds that came out of my mouth where not my doing anymore. I faintly remember repeating my hate for him as I cried.

 

“beg. Beg me to stop you slut”

 

I stared into nothing in silence.

 

“BEG!” He shouted as he slapped me into darkness.

 

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“Please stop!” I cried out panting. i was breathing hard as I was sat up and I looked around the darkness in confusion. Where…what?.. I shrieked as I felt a hand touch me and then I was immediately embraced in a familiar space.

 

It was Sir. I was in our room. I was with Sir.

 

I stretched out my arms and I hugged him tight like something was gonna pull me away.

“Jacob?” I cried. I wanted to make sure. I needed to know it was him.

 

“yeah, you’re okay. What happened. Did you have a bad dream?” he whispered

 

“i..”

 

Was it a dream? How did I get here? How did Sir get here? Even if it was a dream how could I possibly tell him what I remember. I tried to sit up more but my hangover refused to allow it as I clutched my head in pain.

 

“okay that’s it. No more drinking for you” he said as he pulled me onto him as he sighed back into his sleep.

 

But how could I sleep. What happened to me? Was it real? Was it some sick dream? I reached down slowly to my vagina and touched it. It felt raw and a bit sore. This confirms it right?… wait.

 

I looked up at Sir as he softly slept and tapped his chest to wake him up.

 

“Sir.. did we…did you fuck me last night?” I asked, praying for one answer.

 

He mumbled out a “yeah.. when I came home. you were passed out half naked on the bed. Fair game..”

 

He fell back asleep. Leaving me stunned and confused. The only thing I could do in that moment was sleep. If I even could.

 

The next morning was a wreck. I had a banging headache and the light burned my eyes like I was a vampire. I didn’t show my face until the afternoon where I got a loud cheer from everyone who had watched me disgrace myself the night before. I gave a quick smile before sinking into one of the couches desperately trying to hide myself. They brought out some lunch and I felt relieved to finally get something in me.

We were having burgers and That’s when I saw him. Immediately he looked straight at me as he emerged from the kitchen with a small tray of food. My heart began to beat fast. I don’t remember a lot from the dream but it felt too real. Did I really pass out and imagine it? How embarrassing if I did. I lost myself in wondered as I blended into the crowd of chatter with the scent of food.

 

“Jayla do you have the pictures from last night?” Wendy said as he stuffed her face with food.

 

“oh yea I do, let me send them” I looked around for my phone but realised I left it upstairs. “ill go get my phone one sec” I said as I squeezed past everyone.

 

“get mine too actually” Sir called after me to which I said I would.

 

As I walked upstairs I couldn’t help but glance at him on the way and it was no surprise that he was glancing right back. As I walked down the hallway as the noise became more distant and I was about to enter our room when I stopped and looked to my left straight at his room. I don’t remember walking up to it but my hand was already on his door handle opening it.

 

When I walked in it looked exactly like the first time I saw it when I hoped to snatch the room for myself. It was untidy but clean but I couldn’t determine what was in my head. What I wanted to know.

I started to feel like a creep so I turned to leave just when something caught my eye. It was under his desk, but a fabric I was familiar with.

I walked up to it to the desk and crouched down to pull out shreds of what used to be my panties.

 

My stomach dropped and I fell back onto the floor and cried as I tried to control my breathing. I stared at the fabric like it had burned me and I clutched my chest as I tried to keep from making noise with my cries.

 

What do I do now? What do I say? Do I tell Sir? its true.. it wasn’t a dream.

 

“it’s rude to snoop you know”

 

I spun around in freight to see Jack standing at the door. He looked at my face and then I saw him glance at my hand holding my panties and his face and demeanor changed.

 

“you…you raped me” I whispered as I silently sobbed.

 

He stayed silent.

 

“you brought me back to my room after..”

 

“like the gentlemen I am” he interrupted. “I don’t know if you got the hint yesterday but this stays between me and you. I wouldn’t even call it rape when you moaned the way you did.” he sighed, “Listen, I didn’t want to have to do this but..”

 

He proceeded to take his phone out of his pocket and unlock it while he watched me with a smirk on his face then he held his phone up to my face and played the video on the screen.

 

I froze and my chest tightened.

 

It was me, naked on his bed and it had been edited to make it seem like I was enthusiastic. He had clearly made me repeat his words but edited out him making me say it so that what was left is this messed up looking slut begging him to fuck her. I don’t remember any of it. It was like I was watching a stranger.. like I was watching porn but it was me.

 

I collapsed to my knees in shock as I struggled to even let out a cry. I held my hands to my face while I begged him to tell me why. Why he was doing this to me.

 

“it just needs to be done. Besides, take pride in the fact that you were a delight last night. But make no mistake. One wrong move and everyone see this video. And I mean everyone.”

 

Suddenly I heard footsteps running up the stairs. I could tell straight away it was Sir.

 

“Dry your fucking tears If you still want a life” Jack ordered as he snatched the panties out of my hand and shoved me out of the room.

 

I instinctively ran into our room and grabbed our phones and quickly fixed my face in the mirror as I heard Sir open our door. I looked at him and smiled half-heartedly.

 

“sorry, my mom called and I got stuck in the conversation. Let’s go back downstairs I’m hungry” I said shakily but I was confident that it didn’t give him too much alarm bells.

 

“what’s wrong. I know something is wrong. you look upset”

 

“my mom’s friend is in the hospital” I lied. “my mom was really worried, I guess it just rubbed off on me.

 

He seemed to accept that and took my hand and we went downstairs. When we got down there, Jack was already sat and comfortable. His smile so deviant as he watched us come down.

 

He had me by my throat.

 

Do I tell the love of my life and ruin my life and career? Or do I endure the next week of rape and blackmail. The wondered of such a decision made me want to cry again but I stopped myself before the tears made the choice for me.

 

 Part 2?

NSFW: yes

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