The Godson, page 6
CHAPTER 6
Natasha tried to fight off this feeling that Isaiah was evoking in her. She was losing this battle, she didn’t know how this happened, how she was here? How did Isaiah have his mouth on her privates? She was so confused. He was relentless, and the more she fought it off, the harder it was. She lost that battle so totally and found pleasure like she had never known before. Isaiah was skilled in that department, he knew exactly how to manipulate her body. She didn’t know what was going to happen now, humiliated as she was, she tried to make her way up and cover herself up. But Isaiah had other ideas, he had his cock out and was stroking it all the while looking into her eyes. His eyes almost black with lust now. “Stroke it.” He ordered her quietly. Natasha looked at him and felt her face heat up, she was not used this. She didn’t like touching anybody and sure as hell didn’t like anybody touching her. Well, that was until she got an orgasm. In all her twenty three years, Natasha never thought in a million years she would be able to allow any man to touch her the way that Isaiah did. She was so grossed out by the mere thought of men doing anything to her… She never wanted to have sex and never thought she would get an orgasm, let alone a mind blowing one at that. Isaiah grabbed her hands and placed them onto his very thick and erect cock. She closed her eyes hoping it would all just go away. “Open your fucking eyes!” He yelled scaring her. Natasha quickly opened her eyes and looked into his lust-filled eyes. “Your eyes, they stay on me… Stroke my cock… Like this.” He directed her how she should be stroking him. It felt so surreal, the entire experience felt like it was a dream or something. She didn’t like that she was stroking his shaft, she didn’t like that Isaiah gave her an orgasm, her first one at that. Isaiah was different when he was this way. He was scary. It was like something took over him. Natasha swallowed hard as she kept her eyes on him, all the while rubbing is cock. He groaned before wrapping his hand around her neck and pulling her off the table. Isaiah turned her around roughly and slammed her head onto the desk. He pulled her backside out before he slammed his cock inside her pussy from behind. She cried out. She was in so much pain, this was torture. She heard him growl as he pulled out of her, but the relief was short lived, she didn’t get a chance to breath properly before he slammed his cock inside her again. She cried out into the table. Isaiah wrapped both his hands around her neck and forced her up, her back was arching and he used her neck as a restraint. Isaiah bit her ear as he pounded inside her. “Your so fucking tight… Your pussy is so fucking tight.” It hurt like hell, but Isaiah seemed oblivious to how she was feeling. He fucked her hard and he fucked her fast. She endured it all, the entire thing. She heard him curse aloud before he pulled out of her and squirted his cum on her lower back. Once he wiped her clean he pulled her skirt down and helped Natasha stand up. Her legs were shaking. He took hold of her arm and led her to sit on the sofa in the centre of the office. Isaiah joined her after a while. He sat down beside her and she tensed the second he did that. For some reason that seemed to infuriate him. “We just fucked. I had my cock so deep inside your pussy and you act all rigid still?” Her blue eyes looked at him with shock. “Stop.” She whispered. “What is the problem? Still thinking you are too good for the likes of me? Ha? You think you are still better than me?” She did think she was better than him, but she didn’t understand what was happening here. She knew her father was fooled into giving everything over to Isaiah. She wanted to play like it was all good, her mother told her to fool him, make him fall for her, do whatever was necessary for him to fall in love with her. Play him, she said, make him want you so much that he marries you, once that happens you divorce the fucker and take it all back. “I’m confused.” She said honestly enough. “This is wrong. I… I don’t like this.” “Really?” “I… This is not easy on me Isaiah. I… I can’t be with you that way… We should never have happened.” She was trying to act like she was not wanting this. She didn’t want him in on her game. “Why the hell not? Ha?” “We are too different.” “How so?” “It just doesn’t feel right.” “What doesn’t feel right, the pleasure you just felt? What about it isn’t right?” “You… Me… My father… It doesn’t work.” “It can work.” “You hate me.” She said reminding him of how he felt. Why the sudden change of heart jerk? “Doesn’t mean I’m not attracted to you. I can’t deny what my body wants.” She frowned at him. “You are confusing me Isaiah. How do you suspect this will work? I don’t get it.” “We date… We see how it goes. Nothing to lose but everything to gain.” “My father gave you my inheritance.” “He had his reasons… I’m not going to pretend like I understand why your father did what he did, but it’s done. Let’s move forward.” Natasha pretended to cede. It was part of the plan. Her mother told her that she was to do this, her mother knew best. Both Isaiah and Natasha agreed not to tell her father about their relationship just yet. They had to sneak around the mansion to be alone. Not that she wanted to be alone with him at all, but it was once again, all part of the game. He would come into her room in the dead of night and do sinful things to her body. He had no care for how uncomfortable she was with the entire situation. She was disgusted with the things he would make her do. Isaiah had a thing about forcing her to look into his eyes when he touched her privates, he said he wanted to see her eyes when she came. The asshole knew how to play her body, he knew exactly what strings to pull to force the pleasure out of her. She had no control of her body when he took control. He seemed to take control a lot and she found it hard to accept. He would order her to do something and before she could help herself she would snap at him. How dare he tell her what to do. It was a long and draining situation that she needed to transition to. She had to be what he wanted, just until he fell in love. Isaiah would sneak a kiss here and there when her father was not around. He would forever be touching her, and she tried to smile. It was hard as hell to keep this façade up. She literally hated this man. This man who had ruined her life. She would call up her mother and just have a rant about not being able to see this through. “You will see it through. Do you want him to take it all? This is your inheritance Natasha, don’t be stupid. It’s only sex… Means nothing at the end of the day. Your body… That’s it. You will have the last laugh. Just endure it for now. I have my lawyers trying to see if there are any loop holes in the will.” “Mum, I… I can’t stand him touching me. He… He wants too much.” “That’s a good thing. Give it to him. Give him everything he wants. Make it so he can’t breathe unless you are in the room with him.” It was too much, working and living with Isaiah was beginning to take its toll on her. She didn’t think she could fake it for that long. All day every day having to pretend like he was her everything. She hated herself for this. Work was the worst part of it. She was now his P.A. and nothing more. That was it. She worked for him, did stupid things for him, had to shadow him around. It was draining. One day at work, Isaiah was busy talking to a couple of staff members and Natasha could not for the life of her stand there and converse with them. They were not of her standard, she did not want to be seen talking to the help. She left him there and walked over to speak to a guest she knew. He was an acquaintance. Very rich, very good looking and tried to date Natasha a few times. She rejected each one of his offers. “Natasha Bronte… You look lovelier than ever.” He said kissing her on the cheek. She smiled. “How are Drake?” “I am wonderful. I was hoping to bump into you.” “Yeah? Why?” She knew why. Always the same thing. “A date?” He tilted his sexy blonde head at her. “A date? Why do you think I’ll accept the date this time?” She asked loving this game. “A man can try.” “Aren’t you engaged to be married?” She knew he was. “I would give her up in a heartbeat for you.” He said looking like he meant it. “As sweet as that it, I will have to gracefully decline your offer.” She laughed when he clicked his fingers like he missed that mark. “I will get you on a date Ms Bronte, come heaven or hell, I will have that date.” Before Natasha could reply, she felt somebody’s hands on her shoulder. It was Isaiah. He heard the last part of the conversation. “Can I help you?” Drake was not impressed with the interference. “No, I don’t think you can, but Tasha here can. I need to see you in my office.” He said with his boss voice. Natasha wanted the floor to open up and swallow her. He was showing the world that he was the boss now. That he was her boss… Word would get around and she would be disgraced. “Do you know him?” Drake asked her. “Yes, I’ll see you around Drake.” She smiled politely before she turned and left to the office. She stood with Isaiah as they waited for the lifts. Inside the lifts he was the first to speak. “What the fuck was that?” “What was what?” She was not really caring for what he had to say to her. “Who the fuck were you talking to?” “He’s a friend.” She said looking up into Isaiah’s angry eyes. “A friend? A little too cosy there for a friend.” What? Natasha walked out of the lifts and made her way into the office. He followed her and slammed the door shut. She turned to face him to see what the problem was. Isaiah looked like he was ready to kill her. “You flirting right before my fucking eyes?” He grabbed her arm and squeezed hard as he asked her that. “You think to make me look like a fucking fool?” “Oh my god, unhand me.” She had to remain assertive. “What in god’s name is your problem. He’s a friend. I can have friends.” “Friends with benefits?” “Yes Isaiah, because that’s what I do, I fuck every friend I have.” Idiot. She was a virgin and he knew that. He had soiled her. “Not the point Tash, laughing with him…” “I don’t get why you are bringing this up. Anyway, he’s engaged to be married.” “He asked you out.” “Yeah, so? A lot of men ask me out.” “Yeah… I’m sure they do.” “You need to calm down. I don’t like this. I can speak with whoever I want to speak to.” She was forgetting herself again. She needed to remind herself that she was playing nice with this imbecile. “Okay, well, let me tell you that I don’t like you flirting and I won’t tolerate it.” “I didn’t flirt.” “Yeah, yeah you did.” “Whatever Isaiah. I can’t fix your head. Believe what you want.” “Natasha… Don’t be doing that again.” “Doing what? Talking to friends?” “You know what I’m talking about. Stop playing dumb.” She shrugged her shoulders and moved to the desk. “Is there anything else you would like me to do for you Mr Hamilton… I mean you’re the boss right?” She was tapping her fingernails onto the desk waiting for him to get on with it. Isaiah walked over to her and palmed her face. Here he goes again. What the fuck was it with him and needing to touch her all the time. She was not interested in this sex bullshit. She didn’t know for how long she was going to be able to put up with it. He kissed her mouth softly, Natasha let him have this stupid kiss. It was such a sensual kiss, and her body began to react to it immediately. Stupid dumb body. She hated that he had this impact on her. It was disgraceful how she found pleasure at his touch. He held her face still when he pulled away from the kiss. His eyes on hers. “I don’t share Tasha…” Okay, that was creepy. “Are you mine?” He kissed her again and this time spoke into her mouth. “Are you mine?” She did not want to respond. No, no she wasn’t his. Not ever. In an instant he sat her up onto the desk and his fingers move under her dress to her womanhood. Inside her panties her began to work her body. “Are you mine? Do you belong to me?” She was not listening, her body was moving to get more of his touch, he was holding back, he was toying with her. “Tell me baby, do you belong to me? I can ease this need inside you.” Natasha almost cried, she was almost there, her orgasm so close, but he eased his ministrations and she was fast becoming desperate for his touch. “Isaiah…” She was begging him. “Are you mine? Do you belong to me?” “Yes… Yes I’m yours.” She just wanted this delicious torture to end already. He smiled as he kissed her. “Didn’t quite get that.” He was just punishing her. She knew this, he wanted her to suffer because she was getting attention from another man. “I’m yours… Isaiah… I’m yours.” She was going to die if she didn’t find her release. He licked her face before he added enough pressure to make her orgasm explode within her. She cried out, unable to stop herself she was undulating… Despite her orgasm, she needed so much more. Isaiah pulled his hand out and stuffed his fingers into her mouth forcing her to taste herself. She was humiliated, then he brought his head down and kissed her, all the while his fingers in her mouth. This was too much, this was too intimate, too much for her to handle. This was like sex on another level. She didn’t do this sort of stuff. She never wanted to be touched… He had no right touching her, no right making her feel the pleasures of the body. It was not something she was into… But there he was, forcing her to accept it all. Natasha didn’t know how his shaft was inside her. He was so quick, too quick. He would divert her attention to something else all the while readying to fuck her. And fuck her he did. She was being pounded, he held her waist tightly as he slammed his cock inside her repeatedly. Natasha held onto the table for dear life. He looked like he was possessed. “Are you mine?” His voice gruff. “Yes…” She did not want to repeat it, but he seemed like he would hurt her if she didn’t go with it. “Say it.” Fuck! “I’m yours…” Oh god he was hurting her, with every forceful thrust of his shaft she would whimper. He didn’t know how to be gentle, he was always so hard, so rough with her when it came to sex. “Who do you belong to?” Dickhead. “You…” “Say it!” He yelled out. “I belong to you.” She needed this over with. Natasha just wanted him to cum already. He thrust into her a few more times before he pulled out of her, was he done? In an instant, Isaiah had her off the desk and down onto her knees where he shoved his cock inside her mouth and literally exploded inside her. She was going to throw up. He had his hand on the crown of her head to keep her in place until he was done. The minute he pulled out of her, she spit his cum out. She grabbed a tissue and wiped her face. “What the fuck?” She asked shoving him hard. “Why would you do that?” “What?” He didn’t seem fazed. “That? You… How dare you?” “Babe, it’s sex.” He adjusted himself and sat down at the desk, in her old seat. “Don’t ever do that again.” She was livid. He was disgusting. “I will be doing it again. It’s all part of the game.” “Isaiah, don’t ever do that again.” She snapped. She was angry. “I am not like that. You…” She really wanted to tell him that he was dirt, and she did not get herself dirty. He was the dirt and she had just sucked him off. Oh it was so humiliating. Nothing more was said about it. That night, Isaiah was extremely quiet. He didn’t say much to her at all. Even at dinner, he kept to himself. “How are things going at work?” Her father broke the silence. In truth, Natasha was still so angry at how he treated her. “Ask the boss.” Natasha heard the resentment coming out. She had to keep herself in check. “Natasha… Honey, you are still running the hotel…” “Am I?” She had to shake herself to keep it together. “Isaiah, how is it at work son?” “All good on my end.” Isaiah was a quick witted asshole. “Any trouble?” “Nothing I can’t handle.” Cocky jerk. “Good. I’m happy to see you two working together. This is good.” If only her father knew. This was anything but good. *** Isaiah was fast losing his cool. He had everything how he wanted it, the hotel was running smoothly, he was not in total control, he had Natasha working for him now, that was a treat itself. Only problem was it was becoming too hard to deal with her every day. He found the only time he didn’t hate her was when he was fucking her, so he fucked her a lot. It aggravated him so much how he needed to force her orgasm. He was not a dumb man and knew she was playing him, it made it harder to break her. Isaiah wanted her to believe that he believed her game, what a load of shit. He needed her to fall in love with him so he could ruin her, and her mother while he was at it. He knew that her mother was telling her what to do, how to act. Funny how Natasha would lose herself at times and forget she was trying to play nice, she would snap and then try to fix her fuck up. Isaiah let her get away with it, he needed her to feel that she had to upper hand, at least in their bullshit relationship that was. She would do anything at this point to get the inheritance. His biggest problem was the fact that despite this being a bullshit relationship, he was genuinely jealous when he found Natasha laughing with that man. He didn’t love Natasha, hell he didn’t even like her, but the jealousy that soared through him was something he had never experienced before in his life. Isaiah didn’t know what to make of that, he was still very angry about her laughing and flirting with that asshole. That night Isaiah didn’t go to her room, he needed to calm himself down. He was finding it hard to get over seeing her so happy with another man. It was Saturday and Isaiah needed to get himself together and pretend that nothing was amiss. Harder said than done, Natasha seemed to blossom in the two days he had not touched her. She looked radiant and seemed somewhat relieved that he had not bothered her. She must be dying every single time he touched her. She must be dying every single time she came by his touch. That was one thing she couldn’t fake, she was too inexperienced to fake it. Stupid woman. He found her on the phone, Natasha had her back to him so she didn’t know he was there. “Yes, okay mum, okay… I get it… Fine. Okay, I understand. Okay, no… No… Okay. I’ll see you tonight. Love you.” “Love you?” Isaiah was behind her and she jumped when she heard him. She turned around and put her hand on her heart. “Who was that?” “My mother.” Okay, she didn’t try and lie. “Oh… Got me a little scared there… Thought you were telling some man you loved him.” The little vixen rolled her blue eyes at him. “Whatever.” She said forgetting herself again. “Did you miss me?” He asked moving close to her. Natasha looked around for her father and bit her lip. “Isaiah, my dad…” “I missed you…” “If you missed me why did you keep away?” Wow, she got him there. “Was pissed about you and that fucker.” “You are still thinking about me and Drake? Come on already.” “It pissed me off.” “Well get over it. I’m an attractive lady, men will look and will want to date me. It comes with the package.” She said moving away from him. She really didn’t like him touching her. “So it goes both ways then? I mean I’m sure I am okay to look at, I pretty sure I can get a few women to want me…” “No, you go looking for it. Me, it just comes to me.” “So sure of yourself aren’t you?” “Yep… And you need to learn to accept that I will be getting attention no matter what?” “You like the attention don’t you?” “Do I like it? I don’t know, I guess I’m just used to it.” “And if you didn’t get it? You wouldn’t know what to do with yourself.” “So?” “That’s not a good thing.” “I think it is.” “Being this pretty is not a blessing. Trust me, it’s a curse.” “Why would you say that?” She asked him. She looked confused. “You get more than you bargained for. I mean what if I became obsessed with you? What if I couldn’t handle anybody looking at you? What if I literally got so mad about it that I decided to lock you away from the world and keep you for myself?” The way Natasha looked at him told him she didn’t know whether or not there was a hidden message in his comment. In truth, Isaiah was not thinking when he spoke. He was that angry about that man that he couldn’t seem to let it go. “I would never be with somebody who was like that.” “Okay, but what if you had no choice? I mean what if I took you and locked you up… You don’t have to be with me for me to do that?” “Okay, this is stupid.” She shook her head dismissing the conversation. “See. All these what if scenarios… Your looks are your downfall. Trust me on this.” “My looks… Babe, you can’t seem to let me go… What are you complaining about?” She was definitely uncomfortable with the conversation. “Yeah, I think it’s time we spoke to Chris about us… He should know.” “What? No… Why?” She looked taken aback. “I don’t like sneaking around.” “No.” “Why not?” She didn’t want her father to know… Why not? “I… He will think we are like so serious and then if we don’t want to be together any longer, it will complicate everything.” “Who says that will ever happen?” “What? It could happen… Let’s just stay the way we are.” “I want him to know. I want to have his blessing.” “Oh my god. Please don’t tell him. Please.” “I want to be able to kiss you whenever I want, I want to be able to walk into your room and do what I want to do to you without thinking that your father will catch us out. I want to have you all to myself and I can’t do that when we are in hiding.” Natasha looked ready to pass out. She honestly didn’t want him near her. Funny. “I… Just wait for a few weeks. Please.” Isaiah squinted his eyes at her. “One week.” “One months.” “What?” “One month…” “One week.” “Two weeks.” She was desperate to keep her father from knowing. “Okay. You have two weeks from today… After that, I will be telling him.” He saw her draw in a deep shaky breath. This bitch really didn’t want to be with him. It was grating at Isaiah how she would move away from him at any given chance. He would to sit beside her and Natasha would find any excuse to get up and do something. He was fast becoming irritated. Isaiah did everything in his power not to blow his cover, but Natasha was not an easy person to be around. She was rude to the staff at the hotel, she ordered people around like it was her god given right to do so. She was moody and would often return the food that had been catered for her specifically. He didn’t know how much more he could handle. Every day the food trolley would come around, of course Ms Bronte would have her food catered for specifically to her required tastes, but no matter how much her orders were followed, she always had something to complain about and Isaiah felt bad for the workers. Friday’s lunch was the final straw for Isaiah. He sat back and waited to see what her issue would be today. She hardly ever ate the food anyway, he didn’t understand why she would be so fussy. “It’s cold.” She said without even touching the plate. “Miss Bronte, it’s just been cooked, I’ve had the cover on it from the time I received it. It was just from the kitchen to the lift.” “It’s cold and I want another one. Fresh.” “Tasha, just leave it alone.” He spoke to her quietly. She gave him a how dare you talk to me look. “I suppose you want to tell me how to eat now too?” “I’m just saying, it looks hot to me.” “Well, just because you can settle for anything does not mean I can. Take it away.” She snapped at the poor lady. “It’s fine Melanie, leave it. Thank you.” He said hating how bitchy Natasha was. Once Melanie left the look that Natasha was shooting at him told him she was not impressed. “How dare you.” “I dare. I’m sick of your attitude Natasha. Enough.” “You want to tell me how I want to eat my food?” “You didn’t even touch the fucking food to know if it’s cold or not.” He literally grabbed the steak and placed it in her hands. It was steaming hot. She quickly put it down and glared at him as she wiped her hands clean. “What’s your problem? If I want to have something done, I don’t see how it’s your business to interfere.” “It’s my business… It’s my fucking business… This hotel… It’s mine now. So yeah, it’s my business. You have no right to speak or treat the staff that way. I’m done with your fucking attitude. You are no better than anybody.” “No Isaiah, you are no better. Me, I’m so much better.” There she goes forgetting herself again. She shook her head and tried to calm herself down. “Really believe that?” He asked eyeing her out. She drew in a few deep breathes. “I’ve only ever known to believe that.” Said in a much lighter tone. She was trying to redeem herself now. “All my life, I’ve been the centre of attention, I get what I want, I was told that I was above everybody else… I don’t know any better. I don’t want to be cruel… It’s just how I was raised.” “Not by your father.” “He was no better than my mother. Don’t paint him to be a saint.” She snapped. “You have a lot of issues with your father. I suggest you solve them.” “What? Me and my father’s relationship is none of your business.” She didn’t like him telling her what to do. “I’m telling you this for you own good…” “He’s already given you everything… What can I do to make him change his mind? Not that you will help me.” “I will help you. Make peace with him. I’ll talk him into giving it all back to you. I’ll make it so he listens.” She looked at him with shock. It was like that was the last thing she ever expected to hear. “You would give it all up?” “I have you right? I’m happy to have you.” Nothing, nothing could be further from the truth. She was the one thing he wanted do without. He just needed her to let down her walls. Christopher was dying after all. He didn’t want the old man to die upset. His time was ticking, and it was almost over. “How do I know you are saying the truth?” “Why would I say it? I told you from the beginning that I didn’t want it. It’s too much for me to deal with. I have a life I want to live. All work and no fun is not how I want to live.” “I don’t believe you.” She was a smart cookie this one. “You would never give it up. I’m not an idiot.” “I am going to do what I can to make him change his mind. Just work with him on this. You need to make peace with him, that way I have something to go on.” “Okay.” He knew she didn’t believe him. But he would make her believe him, he would show her that he was serious, he was going to do whatever was necessary to get her to think he was being legit. Of the evenings, Isaiah would go into her room. She would tense every single time he touched her. Isaiah had to remind himself that he needed her to want him, he needed her to feel so much for him. He needed her to break down her walls and love him totally. Isaiah would make Natasha so in love with him, that when he tossed her out onto her ass, she would be not only poor, she would be devastated and heartbroken. He would force an orgasm out of her and she would be so closed off afterwards. Every night he would tell her that he spoke to her father and maybe they should speak to him together and tell him the truth. Maybe that would sway him to change his will. She agreed. Christopher was in his office when Isaiah and Natasha joined him. “We would like to talk to you.” Isaiah started the conversation. Christopher was all ears. “Is everything alright?” “Yes… It’s… Natasha and I… We have been dating for a few months now…” He said it. He didn’t know how Christopher was going to take that. “Ever since… After we came back… Nothing happened when I needed to protect her… This all happened here.” “I see.” He was not giving much away. “Dad… It just happened. Isaiah wanted to come clean from the word go, but I wouldn’t let him. I wanted to be sure it was serious first.” She surprised him by saying that. He thought for sure she would throw him under the bus on this. “And is it serious?” Christopher asked quietly. “I think it is. I hope it is.” Isaiah replied. Natasha nodded her head. She was finding it hard to swallow. “Well… I guess I can only give you my blessing.” Isaiah smiled. This was the time to make Natasha know that he was in it for her alone. “Seeing that Natasha and I are a thing now… I want you to sign your will over to her.” “The will is not up for discussion, I told you that last time.” “I know you did, but…” “Not buts Isaiah.” “Dad… This is insane.” Even Natasha looked taken aback by her father’s stubbornness on this matter. Isaiah smiled inside. “If we are together, I don’t see what the problem is?” “That’s right. If you are together, it shouldn’t matter which one of you is my heir.” “I’m your daughter… Your flesh and blood.” “I understand that darling. I do, but I am not going to bend in this. I’m sorry. If you love me, you will have to accept that.” Natasha was not impressed. “So if it doesn’t work out with me and Isaiah, I’m left with nothing?” “All you need to do is work with him. You will be looked after.” “Only if I follow the rules?” “He will give you what you need when you need it.” “Says who dad? Since when do we need to follow the rules. We make the rules.” “Enough Natasha, I have been very generous with you already. I suggest you find a way to make this work.” “Christopher, it’s her money, I… I can’t sit back and let you take that from her. She is your daughter… I am willing to give it all over.” “I specified in my will, you can’t do that. The money will all go to charity.” Okay, so Natasha couldn’t say he didn’t try right? She would begin to let down her walls now… He was going to make this revenge happen. She was already falling into his trap…
