6 Thats Twice Now

Lisa's P.O.V.

Chris took me on a tour, showing me every room, telling me the plans he'd already made for us, and each room. I didn't like the way he planned things without even thinking of asking for my input or opinion. He saved his room for last, closing the door behind him as I entered further in.

"This is my room, soon to be ours," he said, licking his lips as he stared at me.

I could tell what was on his mind, but I was worried he'd leave me wanting the way he did last night. He stepped closer to me, placing his hand on the small of my back. His eyes roamed my body before he nuzzled his nose into the nape of my neck. His breath tickled me, causing the hairs on my arms to stand. I felt the warmth pooling inside me as my body reacted to his touches. His hands gripped at my side as he kissed my neck lightly.

"You're so beautiful, Lisa," he whispered, kissing my jaw next.

I let him leave a fiery trail along my jaw to my lips. He licked at my lower lip until I parted it enough to allow him access. His tongue explored my mouth with a groan, pulling me closer to him until my chest pressed against his. I rested my hands on his torso lightly, unsure if I wanted it this time, worried about how it would end.

His hands explored my body over my shirt, cupping my breast as his lips left mine, and sucked at my neck instead. I grabbed his hair, pressing further into him as I let my lust take over, pushing my doubts aside.

I took my shirt off, breaking his lips from my skin. His eyes devoured me before his mouth did. I moaned when his tongue flicked over my hardened nipples. He took his shirt off as well, guiding me towards the bed, until the back of my knees hit the edge. I plopped back, making my breasts bounce from the motion. Chris climbed over me seductively, a hand on each side of my head. He leaned down, capturing my lips again, kissing me hungrily.

Maybe if I took control, I could get off this time. I wrapped my legs around his torso, grinding myself against his crotch. His hands fiddled with the button of my pants as he struggled to take them off. I helped, throwing them down to the floor without a care.

Next, I helped him with his pants, sitting on the bed as he stood before me. I stood as he kicked his pants off. This time, I pushed him on the bed, straddling him. I grabbed his hardened shaft, lining it with my entrance, sliding myself down until he was deep inside me. I moaned, feeling his girth stretch me.

His hands gripped my sides as he thrust himself deeper. I swayed my hips over him, rubbing myself against him in the most pleasurable of ways. My hands landed over his chest, pushing on it so that he was deeper in me. I was climbing, getting close to finding my release, when I felt his cum shoot inside me again.

What the actual fuck?

I was so close that I continued to sway over him even as he grew soft inside me.

"What are you doing?" He asked, making me blush, feeling very embarrassed.

He spun us, so that I was on my back before he slid out of me. He handed me some tissues he kept by his bed, so that I could clean up. I was pretty fucking pissy right now. That was twice now. Does he have no common courtesy? Surely, he realized I was getting close. He couldn't have waited like thirty more seconds?

"That's twice now, Chris," I spoke my mind.

"I know, you're fucking amazing, Lisa." He didn't get what I meant at all.

"Glad one of us enjoyed ourselves," I snarled as I got dressed. He froze mid bend, getting his shirt from the floor, surprised by my comment.

"What do you mean?" He asked, sounding upset.

"You left me high and dry both times. I was really close just now, too. You couldn't have waited a few more seconds?"

I immediately regretted my words as I saw the look on his face. I'd seen that look before, on Dad, on Branden. My chest tightened as panic took hold of my mind. He was on me in an instant, his hand around my neck, pushing me back down onto the mattress.

"You get to have an orgasm once you've earned it. You can have one only when I say you can. Until then, you please me in any way I want. If you're good, I'll please you."

His eyes were hard as his hand held my throat firmly. He hadn't squeezed, meaning to intimidate me and not hurt me. At least not yet.

"Do you understand me, Lisa?" I nodded my head, unable to speak.

I was supposed to marry him?

I would be just like mom, only she and dad at least had a few good years before he turned into the abusive asshole he was today. Chris was already laying his hands on me. It wouldn't be long until he hit me again. Were all men with money like this? I knew Leo and John weren't, but were they the exception?

"Good, now finish getting dressed," he said, letting me go. I laid there a moment longer, trying not to cry as he got dressed. "I said, get dressed, Lisa."

God, I was so wrong about him.

He seemed sweet, arrogant but sweet. I couldn't believe I thought we had good chemistry. He had been so good with Abi, too. Now the thought of him around her sickened me. I stood up, grabbing my clothes and hurriedly got dressed.

"Good girl, now come and give me a kiss and let's go have lunch," he said, holding his hand out.

He expects me to take it?

"No, thanks, I'm not hungry and I have business to attend to," I lied through my teeth, not wanting to be around him for another second.

"So you just came to fuck and leave? Sounds slutty, don't you think?" His words slapped me as he continued to show his true colors. I guess now that he had shown them to me, he didn't feel the need to hide it anymore.

"I don't think so, seeing as you're the one that started it. I came to spend time with you. You're the one that wanted to fuck," I corrected him.

I was going to speak my mind. It was the only powerful muscle I had for now. I would take the hits that came as a result, but he would never silence me. He grabbed my ponytail, pulling on it hard, making me bend my head back. He stared down at me harshly, probably contemplating whether to hit me.

"So as long as you don't start it, you're not a slut?" He twisted my words. "You're just going to open your legs to any guy that gives you attention?"

"That's not what I said," I defended myself, grabbing my hair so that it wouldn't hurt as much as he pulled at it.

"Don't worry, Lisa. I understand what you mean. You want to go around being a whore, then I'll do the same. You can watch me fuck other girls in the bed we'll share as you lay next to us. I'll bring her the pleasure I'll never let you have."

His words stung, making me fight back tears for the future he was promising. We barely knew each other, and he had already deemed me a slut and tortured me. How could a man be so cruel? Why do I have this kind of luck? I narrowed my eyes at him, staring at him with a murderous glare. I refused to let him see any pain.

"That's fine. I had to take care of myself last night. Thankfully, Richard knows how to please me."

The rage my comment caused him was palatable, and I knew I was in trouble, but man, was I proud of myself. He had no idea I was referring to my sex toy, but I was finding great pleasure in knowing my words were affecting him like this.

"Who the fuck was Richard? You fucking whore," he pushed me against the wall.

"Richard is-"

He slapped me across the face, causing me to bite my lip mid sentence. The sound of his palm striking me again, filled the room as I fell to the floor. I felt as it I would hurt when his foot made contact with my stomach, kicking me repeatedly. Once, twice, three times. Each time I felt like I would black out, clutching my stomach with my arms, as I curled into a ball.

"That's what you get for thinking you can cheat on me," he spat at me.

"Richard is my dildo, you asshole," I grunted through the pain, forcing myself to sit up.

"Your what?"

"My dildo, you know a silicone shaped like a dick for a woman to use while masturbating," I explained to him, as if he was some kind of idiot, wiping the blood from my lip. "I used it to finish what you couldn't last night."

Chris said nothing. I know his type and even when wrong, he'd never apologize. He would never admit to being incorrect, coming up with something to excuse his behavior.

"It's your own damn fault for naming a sex toy. What's wrong with you?"

And there it was. Was this really what my future held? More abuse.

Davis' P.O.V.

Lisa was due to arrive soon for our workout session. I couldn't get the thought of her with some guy, her dad involved her with, out of my head. It has played in my thoughts since I dropped her off at her apartment. More like she dropped herself off since she drove.

Lisa was a very interesting woman. She had a sharp mind, a kind heart, and a playful demeanor. I was surprised when she asked me to teach her how to fight, but I was happy about it. God knows she needs to defend herself. Every woman should have the know-how, really.

I taught Izzy how to fight, despite her protests the entire time. She was not into fighting, having grown up watching it. She was tired of it, and, frankly, desensitized from it. It gave me peace of mind, knowing Izzy could handle herself if she needed to. I won't let what happened to her mother happen to her as well.

I pulled my phone out, texting Lisa when she still hadn't shown fifteen minutes later.

Davis: Where are you? You're late.

When she didn't respond, I panicked. I should have asked her more questions about the guy. His full name would have been a useful question to have asked. Where were they going, or where they were going to meet, would have been useful information. There were so many questions I should have asked her before letting her go.

What if she was hurt?

I haven't felt this panicked in a while, not since that night in the darkness of that alley. Not since the night I lost my wife, and part of myself. This wouldn't turn out the same way as before. I wouldn't let it happen.

"Sorry I'm late," she called out as she entered the gym floor.

She was wearing a light, oversized, sleeveless hoodie, with its hood pulled up far, covering most of her face in a dark shadow. The only parts of her I could see was her jawline and chin. I could tell something was wrong, so I immediately marched up to her and pulled her hood down to reveal two red, swollen cheeks, and a cracked lip.

"He hurt you?!" I forgot to keep the sting off my voice, yelling at her by mistake. She flinched, taking a step back, stabbing my heart. I didn't mean to scare her.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled. It just makes me so mad when a man hits a woman." I gently caressed her wounded cheek with my thumb. "Especially a woman I care about," I admitted, seeing her eyes widen in surprise.

I was not afraid to admit that I care about her.

"I don't know what to do," she said, sounding so broken. It was as if the weight of the world sat on her shoulders.

"Leave him. Tell me his name, and where he lives, and I'll make sure he never bothers you again."

I held her chin as I spoke softly to her, taking another step towards her until there was no room between us. Her eyes held mine for a while as she thought. All she had to do was say his name and I would take care of it. I would keep her safe.

"I can't leave him," she said, surprising me with her words.

"Yes, you can Lisa. I can help."

She shook her head, taking a step back from me. She pulled away, leaving me feeling empty. The way her eyes looked at me, it was like she was begging me to understand. How could I, when she was telling me she wouldn't leave a man that was hurting her?

"You don't understand." She shook her head, almost frustrated. "Just teach me how to fight, Davis. That's all I need from you."

That's all I need from you. Those words played on repeat in my head. She didn't want me in the same way I wanted her.

I would take the hint and back off. I wasn't one to pressure a woman. If she wanted me to teach her, then I would. I would make sure she could fight off the man that was hurting her. But she was a fool if she thought I would not find out who he was, and beat the ever living shit out of him when I did.

"I'll teach you, Lisa, but tell me what's going on? I can help," I begged her, holding her gaze so she could see how desperate I was.

"It's not your problem to solve. I'll handle it. I just need to learn how to defend myself."

She sounded determined, with a fury in her eyes I'd never seen before. It was like there was a fire behind the ocean in her eyes. I nodded my head, realizing she wasn't ready to open up to me yet. I would make her see that I was here for her, and maybe soon she would tell me what was going on.

I had her working out, but she winced at times. I know I didn't work her too hard yesterday for her muscles to be aching this way. Something else was going on. I worried that he hadn't just hit her face. Seeing how she winced with each sit up, I made her stop and move on to lifting. That seemed to be less painful for her.

After an hour, I had her go to the locker room to shower off. I had Tori go in after her, and make sure that Lisa was the only one in there. When Tori came out and gave me a nod, I walked in. I was no pervert, just needed to see the extent of Lisa's injuries, knowing she wouldn't show me willingly.

When I stepped in, I found her in just her bra and underwear, timing it perfectly. I wasn't trying to see her fully naked. I knew I was already invading her privacy. Her hands went to the clasp on the back of her bra, but I called her name before she undid it.

"Lisa, I'm sorry I'm in here I-" my voice faltered as she turned and I saw the massive bruise over her stomach. I had never closed the distance between me and someone else so fast. My hands traced over her wounds carefully, assessing them closely.

"What the hell are you doing in here, Davis?!" She sounded mad, and rightfully so.

"He did this to you?" I let the hurt show in my voice, as if him hurting her hurt me, too.

She pushed my hands off her and stood proudly. Her eyes held mine as she looked angrily at me. She took a step back, but I followed. This continued until her back pressed against the lockers.

"Answer my question, Lisa," I used a firmer tone, now that I had her cornered.

"Don't worry about it, Davis," she said, trying to push me off, but I didn't budge.

"Of course I'm going to worry about it, Lisa. No man will ever get away with hurting you. I'll make sure of it. So you can either tell me his name now, or I'll figure it out for myself later. Either way, he's getting his ass beat," I promised, holding her chin gently.

My face wasn't far off from hers, being so close I could feel the exhale of her breaths against my lips. She didn't push my hand away this time, instead; she stared at my eyes. We stayed like that in silence for a while. Her eyes left mine, and I caught her staring at my lips for just a second. It was enough to inch me further.

I'd never been so bold before, so daring as to follow a woman into the locker room. Daring enough to corner her and hold her gaze for so long. Now, daring enough to lean down until my lips just barely grazed against her own.

I knew I was years older than her, and this was wrong on so many levels, but Lisa was special. I was drawn to her like a moth to a flame. By the way she was reacting, it seemed she was attracted to me too. I let her decide whether to push me away or push herself towards my lips further. Thankfully, she chose to kiss me.

Her lips were the best thing I'd ever tasted. Her hands strung through my tied up hair as she pulled me closer. She pressed her body against my own as our kiss deepened. My heart hadn't felt this way in years, speeding so fast I thought it'd suddenly stop.

My hands gripped her hips with need, pulling her pelvis closer to mine. Simultaneously, she slid her hands down, holding onto my biceps tightly. Her lips left mine as she trapped me in her sea of blue. I couldn't look away.

"What are you doing, Davis?"

"I'm honestly not sure. All I know is that I want to keep you safe, to make you feel better. Will you let me?"