The Godson, page 9
CHAPTER 9
Natasha was so shocked at hearing Isaiah say those things to her. Her heart hurt at what he said. She had nothing to say, only thing she could do was walk out. She needed to get away from him. The kiss had affected her so much and now hearing him say what he did… It was too overwhelming for her. She turned to leave but Isaiah grabbed her arm hard and turned her to face him. “Running away? You can’t run away from the truth.” “Let me go.” She didn’t like to feel vulnerable, right now that’s exactly how she felt. She didn’t expect it when he pressed his hand on the back of her head and pulled her in for a kiss. This time the kiss was hard, it was angry, nothing sweet, nothing loving about this kiss at all. Isaiah was not being gentle and Natasha felt a moment of panic. She tried to shove him away but her wrapped his hand around her neck and squeezed. It was a warning of sorts. He only eased his grip on her when she stopped struggling. He kissed her as he moved her back towards the wall. She was pressed up against the wall now and had nowhere to go. When he pulled away from the kiss he looked into her eyes. His dark eyes seemed totally black. He looked somewhat possessed. She swallowed hard not knowing what to do. Isaiah had one had still wrapped around her neck, holding her in place and the other had he used to tear off her underwear. He had his hand up her nightie and touching her privates. Natasha came to close her legs, but he squeezed her neck again, harder this time. She understood exactly the message he was giving. Only when she gave him access to her womanhood did he ease his grip on her neck. “So fucking hot.” He said speaking into her mouth. “Your pussy is so fucking hot.” Natasha hated how quickly her body thawed at his touch. She wanted him to touch her, but wanted him to stop at the same time. She wanted him to do these things to her, but never wanted him to touch her either. She was downright confused as hell, so when he picked her up and literally slammed her down onto this cock she cried out. She had not been intimate with anybody since Isaiah, and her body was not ready. He didn’t care that she was dry, he didn’t care that she was in pain, if anything, that made him more aroused. He began to pound into her so hard as he slammed her up against the wall. Natasha cried out with every thrust of his cock. It always surprised her how easily he held her, like she weighed nothing at all. Yes she had a slim figure, but he didn’t even break a sweat as he manoeuvred her body to whatever position he wanted her in. His cock was so hard, so big inside her, she thought she would tear. Isaiah didn’t relent, he walked with her until he reached the bed where he placed her down. He was still standing as he pulled her body to his and continued to fuck her. The muscles in his chest tensing, the veins in his neck protruding. Natasha was in so much pain, then he touched her clit. She wasn’t too sure what happened after that, he was still pounding inside her, but his touch was driving her insane. She found herself lifting her hips up to get more of his ministrations. Isaiah was driving her crazy. He was fucking her and manipulating her body to want whatever he gave it. She gave up trying to fight this feeling. Her body was begging for release. She cried out as the pleasure rushed through her body. Natasha heard Isaiah curse aloud before he pulled his cock out of her abruptly, he grabbed her face and pulled her up and shoved her to her knees before he thrust his cock into her mouth. He exploded inside her mouth and Natasha was going to gag. This time he didn’t let her spit it out, he closed her mouth and her nose forcing her to swallow it. And if that didn’t just gross her the hell out. Only when he was good and ready did he let her go. She shoved him away from her using any strength she had left before she all but ran out of the room. Natasha hated herself for what had transpired between them. This time there was nothing behind her being intimate with him. She had no ulterior motive, all she knew was she had wanted him to touch her so much. She was desperate for his touch, but the regret was quick to hit. She was disgraced at herself for allowing that to happen. What the hell was the matter with her? Natasha didn’t want to see him the next day, she waited until he went to work before she left the room. She was so embarrassed by the sex they had. It was just so weird for that to happen again. That night Isaiah returned and the house work was not done, there was no food prepared. She had no money to pay the workers. It was all Isaiah’s stupid fault. She had avoided him all day, but when he walked into her room she felt her heart begin to race rapidly. “Where is my dinner?” “Waiting to be paid. I told you to pay me so I can pay them… So now we both go hungry.” “That was not part of the deal.” “I can’t fucking cook genius. I know you hate what I make… Why do you insist we continue this?” Boy he was dumb. How could somebody that good looking be so dumb? Idiot. “Right, up you get.” He stood there waiting for her to get up. “What? Why?” “You my dear are going to cook.” “No… No I’m not.” “Yeah you are. Let’s go.” “For fuck’s sake… Fine, I’ll sort dinner out.” She huffed and puffed as she stormed out of the room making sure to nudge him as she passed by. Isaiah seemed happy enough with that, he told her that he is expecting a hot meal after his shower. Fine… If that’s what he wanted. She called for take out. See, she did as she was told. He had a hot meal waiting for him when he returned. She told the delivery boy to wait and left him standing at the door. “What’s going on?” “Pay the man.” She said after grabbing the bags and placing them onto the dining table. Isaiah followed her after he obviously paid for the food. “You left him standing outside?” “What would you have me do? Invite him in? He’s a delivery boy.” “It’s freezing outside.” “Too bad for him.” “Do you ever care about anybody but yourself?” He sat down and shook his head as he grabbed his packaged meal. “No.” Natasha wasn’t about to let him get to her. He was always saying nasty things about her. “No… Didn’t think so.” He mumbled as he ate his dinner. It was funny seeing how Isaiah came to the conclusion that she was not going to be anybody’s housekeeper. He ended up paying for the workers and kept his mouth shut while doing it. All day everyday Natasha did her own thing. She still lived with Isaiah, didn’t pay rent, didn’t repay her debt, didn’t do much expect look pretty and buy things. She was forever asking Isaiah for money. It wasn’t like she was begging for it, the money was hers, she was entitled to it. Isaiah pretty much ignored her for most of it. It was like he didn’t know how to deal with her. Natasha was just happy to be back in her element. Nothing really happened until Isaiah came from work on a Friday evening with a woman. A very pretty woman. Natasha was in her bikini sitting by the pool when they walked out. “Hello. You must be Natasha…” She said walking over to her. She had her hand out to shake Natasha’s. “You are?” Natasha pulled down her glasses to get a better look at this pretty woman. Young, looked moneyed… “Don’t be rude Tasha. This is Gloria Tinsdale.” “Gloria… Oh Gloria, you own the Effalong Hotel…” She gave her a sympathetic look. Her hotel was nowhere near as good as The Bronte. “Yes…” “Tasha…” Isaiah’s voice came out in warning. “What? Just asking her.” She said as she stood up. Isaiah didn’t look to amused as she walked by him, she heard him curse under his breath. “Put some clothes on.” He whispered to her through clenched teeth. She gave him a whatever look before she headed inside to her room. What the fuck was that Tinsdale bitch doing here? How dare he bring the competition to her house? Natasha had herself a quick shower before throwing on a simple dress. She made her way downstairs and found Isaiah and Gloria sitting at the dining table. So she was staying for dinner? Natasha sat down and eyed them out. “I’m sorry to hear about your father.” Gloria had the nerve to talk about her father? “You’re sorry? Why?” “Tash…” Again Isaiah with his warning tone. “What? My father was their rival. Why would she be sorry he’s dead?” “He was a nice man. Always polite…” “He killed your market. He plays nice before he went in for the kill.” “Enough Natasha.” Isaiah was not liking this little dining experience. “So, may I ask as to why you are here?” Natasha wanted to know what Gloria was doing here. She needed to know what she was doing here. “She’s having dinner.” Isaiah answered for her. “Why?” “Because.” “Seriously, Isaiah… What the hell is the competition doing here?” “This has nothing to do with work.” What the hell did that mean? Isaiah gave her a look to stop while she was ahead. “Then what does it have to do with?” She was really not getting it. “We are dating.” It was Gloria that said that. For some reason, Natasha felt the food get stuck in her throat. Dating? Oh… “Why do you have to date here?” She asked childishly. She didn’t know how to handle that. “Why not?” Isaiah asked her right back. “It’s my home… How about you two go and date out there, in the big world…” “It’s my home too… So, I guess you will have to just deal with it.” “Deal with it? I don’t care if you are dating or not…” She did care. “All I care about is you not doing it in my face. It is a little sickening.” “How so?” Gloria asked now. “His face… Your face… Not my scene.” “Tasha, enough. Finish your dinner.” He spoke to her like she was a child. Natasha wanted to throw the food in his face. “I’m done.” She said getting up and heading up the stairs to her room again. For some stupid reason, Natasha felt like crying. He was sleeping with other women… Why did that knowledge hurt her so much? She hated him, hated his face, his body, hated everything about that jerk… So why then was she struggling with the mere notion of him being with anybody else? Gloria ended up spending a hell of a lot of time at the mansion with Isaiah. She was always lurking around. She would take any opportunity to touch him and it was really beginning to grate at Natasha. She hated the weekends, Gloria would spend the nights and it was frustrating. One morning Natasha needed to get the hell out of there. It was too much having them in her face. Isaiah and Gloria had just walked outside and joined Natasha. She was having some juice in the morning sun. “I want some money.” “For?” Isaiah didn’t even look her way. “Shopping. Need to get out for a bit.” “How much?” “Just give me your card.” “I’d rather deposit it into your account. How much do you want?” “Five hundred thousand.” She snapped. Fuck him. She heard Gloria gasp. “I want to buy this ring I like.” “Five hundred thousand?” “Yeah…” She was going to milk him of every cent he had. “No.” “Why the hell not? I want the ring.” Natasha was so frustrated. “I am not giving you that money to buy a fucking ring.” He snapped. “You have more rings that anybody in the world.” “Yes, and I want one more.” “No.” “Oh my god. I want the fucking ring.” She snapped right back. She was over being told what to do, how much to spend. Fuck him, he wasn’t her father, hell her father never dared say no to her for anything. “Natasha… You have been nothing but a pain in my ass. No, no you will not be getting that ring.” “What do you want me to do? Ha? I have to sit here and watch you and whatsherface do stuff… It’s sickening. You are literally making me want to throw up. I think I’ve earnt the damned ring.” “Okay, I think that is my cue to leave. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.” Gloria kissed Isaiah on the mouth before she headed inside. “Gross. You and her are gross.” “What the hell is the matter with you?” Isaiah was pissed? “Matter with me? You are the matter with me. She is the fucking enemy.” “Why? Because she owns another hotel? Who cares?” “Whatever. I want the money.” “No.” “You are an asshole Isaiah Hamilton.” “You are not helping your case.” “Good. Go back to the gutter you came from.” She was angry. How dare he say no to her. She wanted the bloody ring. “Gutter?” “Yep…” Natasha wanted him to lose his shit. “You understand that you are living here only because I allow it. I can have you know what it’s like to live in the gutter. Would you like that?” “Go die.” “I’m really at my wits end with you.” “Oh no… No… Don’t be angry.” She said clearly mocking the idiot. “Shut up Natasha. Stop while you are ahead.” “What does she see in you? I mean does she know what you are?” “What am I?” “A good for nothing piece of trash.” He gave her a frustrated laugh. “Yeah?” “Yeah.” Natasha shoved her juice away from her and went to sit inside. Only thing was he was behind her suddenly. She didn’t even hear him. He grabbed her arm and pulled her to him as he sat down and laid her over his knees. “What the…” She tried to move but he held her down. He was not being nice about it either. She was shocked to her core when he pulled her dress up and pulled down her underwear. He smacked her hard. Oh my god, this was humiliating. “You will learn respect.” He said as he brought his palm down onto her butt cheek again. Same spot. “Stop… You are an animal.” She was struggling so hard. Only thing was he wasn’t going to stop. The more she fought to get away, the harder his hand came down. She was in so much pain, and she was humiliated. “Apologise.” He said quietly. He waited for a few seconds and when she didn’t say anything he smacked her again. “Apologise.” “Go die!” She yelled out. She was in tears. How dare he. Animal! “I want an apology Natasha.” “You are scum…” And he hit her again and again. It was too much for her to take. Isaiah was relentless. *** Bitch was not going to get away with it. It was bad enough letting her live like a fucking princess, she needed to learn respect one way or another. Come heaven or hell he was going to be the one to teach her. Natasha endured a lot more than he thought she would. Her backside looked so very raw, it would hurt like hell, he assumed. “I can go all night Tasha.” He waited. He wanted her to think hard about her next response. She was in tears, but he was not going to let this one go. “Sorry.” She mumbled through her tears. “For?” He was kneading her would be sore backside as he waited for to her reply. “I don’t know…” He smacked her again. “Think hard Natasha.” He knew she was in a lot of pain. “For not respecting you.” She cried out before he could hit her again. “For not respecting me… Okay, good girl…” He said as he began to rub her ass again. Fuck she was something. Every little thing about his woman was perfect. She was fucking amazing to look at. He shoved her off him and she landed on thump on the floor. He hair in her face. She glared at him with her blue eyes as she blew the hair off her face. She wiped her tears and pulled up her pants. He laughed, she was so fucking gorgeous and watching the perfect Natasha Bronte fall apart was hilarious. He couldn’t help himself. “I hate you.” She said as she stood up. She was wincing. “Good. I hate you too.” “I will make sure you suffer for this.” “You do that.” He was trying so hard to stop laughing but it was almost impossible. He couldn’t help it. She was so pissed off and the angrier she became the funnier he found it. She shoved him out of the way as she came to leave. Only thing was Isaiah refused to let her go. He pulled her into his body and kissed her mouth. Fucking heaven… It tasted like heaven. When he pulled away she slapped him hard across his face. Isaiah grabbed her backside and squeezed tight. She cried out from the pain. “Say sorry.” He was not going to let her get away with anything anymore. “Sorry… Let go.” He eased his grip on her ass. “Kiss me.” The little vixen had the nerve to roll her eyes at him. She placed her lips onto his and kissed him quickly. “Your girlfriend will not be happy…” She wanted to let him know that she would tell Gloria that he was kissing her. She thought she had the upper hand. Funny girl. “What’s it got to do with her?” “You are kissing me… I will tell her.” “Okay. Tell her that I fucked you too.” He could see her eyes change. She was thinking what he meant by that. “I am going to fuck you… So you let her know we did that too.” “Oh my god… No you are not.” She said shoving him away. “Yeah, yeah I am.” “Why?” She put her hands on her hips and glared at him. Her piercing blue eyes shooting daggers at him. “Why? Because you got me all hard.” “Hitting me got you hard?” He nodded his head at her question. She rolled her eyes at him. “Men are gross and disgusting. You are not touching me.” “Wanna make a bet?” Natasha squinted her eyes at him and shook her. Head. He knew she was unsure how to proceed. “So what you’re saying is that you are going to cheat on Gloria?” “Not cheating babe, it’s an open relationship.” “What? An open what?” “We can fuck whoever we want.” “Oh… And you don’t care who she fucks?” “Not in the least.” “That’s stupid. You are stupid. Why be in a relationship for?” “I don’t do serious relationships.” “So what you are saying is that you are a gigolo?” “Shut up. Come here.” He moved over to her and she stood there waiting. “I don’t do open relationships… So… You best be off.” She was a fighter this one. He smiled. “I don’t care what you do.” He said before he palmed her face and kissed her again. Isaiah could not seem to help himself when it came to her. He needed to have her. She was like a fucking drug to him. He was surprised that she allowed the kiss, more surprised when she kissed him back. It was too much, every time he touched her, he lost control. That was not like him, Isaiah always had the control and discipline he needed during sex. But not with Natasha, no, with Natasha he lost all of his control. He was always so desperate to get into her pants that nothing else mattered to him. She was giving back… Once again, Isaiah wasn’t certain if she had some hidden agenda, or if she wanted this as much as he did. Truth be told, he was confused. At this point, Isaiah didn’t care, he shoved her down onto the sofa and forced her legs apart, he knelt down between them and moved her panties aside and went in… Oh she was delicious, everything about her was fucking perfect. He heard her moan quietly as he suckled her clit, he tasted every inch of her pussy and loved every minute of it. Natasha was lifting her hips up, she was wanting more. He smiled to himself, Isaiah knew how hard it was for her to give up her pride and just go with it. She hated the fact that her body wanted this. He knew she struggled with this problem after every sex session. Isaiah knew she was close to coming, he didn’t to let her cum, not just yet. He wanted her to stew a little bit. He lifted his head up to look into her lust-filled eyes, his fingers continued to caress her privates. “You want more?” He asked looking into her amazing blue eyes. She bit her lip and his dick was begging to get stuck in her too. “Tell me you want more.” He wanted to break her completely. “Tell me you want me to ease this torment for you.” She looked troubled, she didn’t want to beg him, he knew this, but he wanted her to beg him and he wanted to hear it to savour every second of it. Isaiah added a little more pressure on her clit as she rubbed it gently. “More?” He asked waiting for her to respond. Natasha lifted her hips up again, she was silently begging him for more. “No baby, I want to hear you say it.” “Please…” It was a start, she had whispered it, but she was begging all the same. “Please what?” “Isaiah…” “Please what?” “Let me cum… Please.” Her face was red at this point, she was clearly uncomfortable with this situation. “Let you cum? Only good girls get to cum, have you been a good girl?” He smiled when he saw her look of defeat. “No… No you have not… So…” Isaiah moved his hand away from her privates, he stood up and pulled out his cock. He grabbed her legs and pulled her to him as he stuffed his aching cock inside her wet heat. She gasped at the intrusion. “So, you don’t get to cum…” He said pulling out of her a little bit only to slam back in. She cried out. He knew he was hurting her, he wanted to hurt her, he wanted her to understand that she did not have the upper hand any longer, he was the one in charge, he was the one to dictate how things were going to go from now on. Looking at how defeated she appeared, Isaiah found his release instantly. He couldn’t hold off, something about her… She drove him mad with lust. That was a week ago, during that week, Isaiah caved and allowed her to buy that stupid ring. He didn’t have the heart to say no to her. Her father loved her dearly and wanted Isaiah to look out for her. It was the least he could do. But he did not let her get away with shit any longer, he was not going to sit back while she belittled him ever again. There was so many problems having Natasha live with him. She was never satisfied. Nothing in the world made her happy. She was pissed off about Gloria and Isaiah found that to be so very amusing. He didn’t touch Natasha when Gloria was around, even when she wasn’t around, he hardly ever touched her. He didn’t want to want her this much, but it was getting harder and harder to fight the urge to keep away from her. Natasha was either out spending money, or in his face. She was bored, and boredom made Natasha a living nightmare. “Where are you going?” He looked at her as she was lounged on the sofa flicking through a magazine. She was asking him without even looking at him. Gloria was there also. “I asked you a question.” The bitch said without even giving him the respect to put down the magazine and look at him. “You want to talk to me? You put that shit down and look at me when you have something to say to me.” He found it harder to keep his anger in check. Especially when she had no respect for him whatsoever. Natasha rolled her eyes and threw the magazine onto the coffee table. “Where are you going…” She asked him very slowly. “Not somewhere you want to be.” He said shaking his head. He turned his attention away from her and placed his hand on the small of Gloria’s back to get moving. “How would you know? I wanna come.” For fuck’s sake. “Tasha, shut up.” He was not in the mood for her. “No, I am coming. Why can’t I come. I have nothing to do.” “Go find a fucking job.” He snapped. She put her shoes on and looked at him ready to go. Okay, well she wanted to go right… He would take her. He would take her, and she could sit there and wait for him to finish. Isaiah pulled over at the homeless shelter. Gloria and Isaiah helped out once a week, they helped cook the food and serve the homeless. Isaiah put a lot of money to fix this particular shelter, his father used to come here when things got really bad and there was no money. “What the… What are we doing here?” Natasha asked as she followed them down. “Helping.” He said walking in ahead of them. He unlocked the doors and waited for the girls to arrive. He loved the women that helped here, nice women, grandmothers, mothers, volunteers… He would pay them afterwards, but they always refused. He paid them anyway. “You are cooking? Are you kidding me?” She asked as she sat there watching him and Gloria chop up the vegetables for the soup. “No, I’m not kidding you. Would you like to help?” He asked her seriously. Maybe, just maybe there was some humanity left inside her. “Not on your life.” “Okay, well, you can sit down and wait. We will be for a few hours.” “What? No way. Take me home.” She demanded. “No chance. I warned you that this is not the place for you. You can sit and wait. Time will go faster if you help.” “Go die.” She snapped sitting down in a thud. Isaiah and Gloria along with the ladies got everything cooking within the hour. When the doors opened and the line started it was all hands on deck. One lady was cutting up bread, one was sorting out plates, Isaiah and Gloria were serving the hot soup. It was a nice assembly line as they did everything in unison. Isaiah could swear that during the time they were trying to serve and keep up, Natasha never stopped complaining. She was rude to the people coming for a hot meal, they came not to be judged, they came to have a hot meal and some company. She was the rudest bitch ever. “Ewww, don’t touch me.” She said moving away from a homeless man. “You need a shower dude.” “Natasha…” Isaiah gave her a warning. “How long?” “Long. Sit down and shut up if you are not going to help.” “Oh my god, this is gross… I want to leave.” “Too bad.” “I want to go home.” “When I’m done.” “How long?” “I don’t know. Just sit down.” Natasha huffed and puffed and gave the people dirty looks as she waited. She made sure nobody came near her as she was disgusted by them. Oh the little bitch needed to be smacked. By eleven in the evening everything was done. It was time to go home. “That is hours of my life I can never ever get back. Do you get that? Never.” “Shut up. Let’s go.” Isaiah kissed Gloria on the mouth and thanked her for the efforts. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” She nodded her head and kissed him again. He took the brat home and wanted to gag her. “Why would you put yourself in that position? Why do you want to do that?” “Do what? Help others?” “Yeah… They are like gross.” Fuck it was getting harder and harder not to hurt her. “Why are they gross? They were not born into privilege like you.” “Whatever.” “It’s not wrong to help others in need.” “Do they help me?” Isaiah looked at her and shook his head. “No they don’t, why should I help them?” He just did not understand her at all. Once they reached the mansion he didn’t hang around, her needed to get away from her. She was too much for him to handle at times. Her parents did a fucked up job raising her. He really didn’t understand it. Christopher was a nice man, he had morals and ethics, he was nothing like his daughter. He just didn’t get how she took everything from her mother. Her mother was a money hungry whore who only cared for herself. She only ever cared about her daughter because she believed that she would inherit her father’s dynasty. Isaiah should take comfort in the fact that he got it all, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted Caroline to pay for what she put him through. Having Natasha in his face tonight, reminded him of why they both needed to pay. They both needed to understand that they were no better than anybody else. Isaiah would be the one who would see them come down… He didn’t like that Natasha had become part of this game, she was not on his list, she was young when Caroline fucked him up, still, she made it extremely hard not to want to punish her as well as her mother.
