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The shuddering cool night air of spring wafted in through the tattered curtains into the small bedroom, your half bare body shuddering as you lay sprawled out on a spring mattress, held up off the floor by a metal bed frame that looked like it would bow soon, your only privacy the sheer canopy that surrounded the bed. Your ankle was tied to one of the bars on the footrest with scratchy hemp rope, wearing only a beat up silk nightgown to protect you from the chill of the room. You woke up in a daze, alone in the bed, but not for long as you heard heavy footsteps make their way through the house, even if they tried to be quiet while opening the squeaky door. You lift your head to look over your shoulder at the hulking form in the doorway, body heaving with deep breaths as he steps through the threshold to make his way over to the end of the bed. He looked at you past a gruesome mask made from one of his victims. You still hadn't gotten used to the horrors of your situation, but you found not to be surprised by anything. The only thing you were thankful for is that no one else came to touch you but him. His uncles would stand, or sit at the door and berate and make rude gestures at you or his mother would pass by and turn up her nose at you, but didn't refuse Thomas keeping you. She preferred to pretend you weren't there at all, minus fixing one more plate in the evening for supper
Thomas reached to rest a dirty hand on your ankle, circling around the edge of the bed as he pulled you close, huffing through his nose cavity as he petted your skin with his calloused thumb. You let out a soft whimper as he drags his dirty hand up your calf and squeezes, tugging your legs up and pulling you closer so he could lift you up into his lap, hugging you to his chest. He smells like the outside air, sweat, dirt and gore making your head swim. He more or less uses you as a security blanket, draped across his lap with his fingers and mouth in your hair, with his hands touching and fondling whatever calmed him, usually hard enough to leave aching bruises. This was more often than not after a harsh berating from his other housemates, you could hear the shouting from the thin foundations of the house. He didn't react, didn't push back even if you had seen first hand what he could do to someone much weaker than him, someone like his uncle, but he doesn't, simply because he's family…
When he comes to coddle himself with you, it often translates how much it truly bothers him.
He grunts as he buries his face into the crook of your neck, the piece where his nose used to be dents when he drags the leathery skin of the human mask over your jaw, a disgusted shudder running down your spine. It was becoming torn at the edges and looked restitched multiple times, rough as his actual face. You feel nauseous at the thought of him getting a new one though. You swallow it down when he pulls back, reaching a hand up to his face to pull it away, it comes loose at the two strings around the back of his head and he exhales deeply. You don't see his face often, mostly when it's darkest outside and you have to squint to make out any of his remaining features, so you don't, instead your blurry vision focuses on his oval face with a thick jaw and heavy set brows, eyes dark in their shadows. His features were intense and striking, if not for his facial disfigurement. He breathes hot across your skin like a wild animal before leaning in to brush his mouth over your cheek, a semblance of softness with his rough, chapped bottom lip, the corner of his top lip where disease and blade ate away at the flesh exposing his gums and cannibal sharp teeth
He feels you squirm in his lap and he holds you tighter because he knows you know what he wants next. You give a soft whine when his lips find yours, much more rough than the press of his mouth against your cheeks and jaw, teeth grinding against the tight seam of your lips before he's grabbing the sides of your face, your mouth going slack in his tight grip. Last time you fought him he bit you, leaving your bottom lip plump and pulsing with a heartbeat as he continued to ‘kiss’ you with trails of blood between you. His kisses are rough and sloppy, using only the glimpses of what he's seen in the videotapes through the cracked door of his uncle's room while he downs multiple bottles of beer.
Your hands curl into his shirt as he wraps his large arms around you and rolls you onto your back, growling as the rope gets caught up between his legs and yours. Reaching behind him he pulls the rope hard enough that the thin metal bar it's attached to breaks away from the footboard with a loud creak, being able to slide the rope away so he's able to maneuver you better. You shudder at how easily he was able to break apart the frame to get to you, big greedy hands falling down to your hips to collect handfuls of your nightie and hike it up your thighs, past your stomach and over your chest, lifting your arms up so your only clothing doesn't rip if he decides he's too impatient to get to your mostly unmarred skin. He groans when he finally gets you bare, staring at your exposed body as he adjusts so he's straddling your thighs, a heavy hand resting beside your head and making the bed creek. His hair falls in a thick curtain around his face, a pant wheezing past his teeth as he moves his other hand to encompass your breast.
A choked moan escapes your throat, brows arching as he brushes a calloused thumb over your nipples. You've been here for a long time, long enough for him to get acquainted with you and your body, as well as his own. He knows what to touch, how long and how hard he decides to touch is entirely up to him, whatever makes you cry and his dick twitch, pulling those noises from you is his ultimatum. His head lowers, a thick tongue sliding down your collar bone to your other breast, growling as he latched his mouth to it and sucked, drooling heavily as his tongue lathered the hardening nub in drool. Your legs attempt to thrash, thighs tensing under his large body, eyes rolling back into your skull as he squeezes and mouths you until you're sore and sensitive, jolting when his teeth brush against your perky nipple, his split thumb nail digging into the other one to make you cry out and arch your back into him
“ Thomas! " You sob out and he groans heavily. He’d take your whiny little shouts of his name any day over the grating twang of his uncles’ using it as a curse, like a soothing balm to his dampened attitude
He attempts to make you say it like that again when his hand dips down your stomach, large fingers rubbing and squeezing your body all the way down to the softness of your thighs, digging his fingers in until it aches, rumbling when his fingers fall to the bushel of curls that hides your warmth, spreading your pussy open to the cool air with his mean fingers, one already slipping inside your wet hole. You shout, trembling and clinging to his clothes as he thrusts his finger inside of you, curling and brushing against your silken walls. After all this time you were still tight, still clenching almost painfully around his fingers, knowing that in a few impatient moments that heat would be strangling his shaft. The thought alone has him bulging in his dirty black slacks
He works another finger inside, letting out a hot breath when he feels you already adjusting to it, your hands clenching him tighter as his thick fingers fill all those agonizingly pleasurable places inside that has lighting flashing behind your eyes “ T-Tommyyy, too f-full! '' You whimper but it's nowhere near the truth, you both know it. You still attempt to persuade him into not splitting you open on his cock like you've ever had a chance. He grunts at your defiance and leans in once again, his fingers shoving in deeper as he puts pressure on his arm, his palm nudged just so against the tight knot of pleasure just above your hole. You threw your face into the old pillow underneath you, your brows knitted together as he pushed his fingers deep up into you, his touch rough and almost teasing against your clit, your hips rolling forward to get a taste of that tight relief, throwing your head back as you hump up against his hand, slick against him.
You try to catch your breath, eyes rolling back as he lifts your hips with his other hand, holding you tight against his stomach while he watches his fingers disappear into you, groaning as he's practically drooling onto your cunt. You shudder when you feel a drop of his thick spit hit the peak of your clit. You were going insane, yelping and whimpering his name, knowing it wasn't getting you what you wanted, just letting him do as he wanted was easier for the both of you. It would always end the same, with you warming his bed. He growls as he pulls his fingers out, immediately stuffing them into his mouth to lick them clean as he adjusts you with one large hand, yelping as you're suddenly unstable and left wanting, your orgasm fading away tragically.
You let out a frustrated sob, but it doesn't last long when your dropped to the bed once again, his large body slotting itself between your thighs, reaching between the two of you to fish himself out of his pants, his hard cock pressed up against your tummy, leaking and hot against your skin. He holds you by your hips, dark eyes trained on the way his grip dimples your skin, warm against his palms and his cock even warmer. He growled as he pulled back to nudge his head up and down your slickened lips, guiding you down onto the tip of his cock with his grip on your sides. You whimper as your muscles clamp down on it already, but he keeps pressing forward, making you cry and wiggle as he forces his way through until he's seated completely inside of you. He groans, long and hard in his chest and you can see the tension melting away from his shoulders as he feels you rippling around him, sliding out slowly before rocking his hips forward once again, pressing all the wind out of you.
All you can do is wrap your arms around his broad shoulders and rest your thighs high around his hips, letting his body fit against you as close as he can get without completely crushing you. He groans against the top of your head, burying his face in your hair as he thrusts forward, pulling you right down onto him with his hands on your sides, inhaling shakily as he humps into you. He didn't want to leave the embrace of your warm walls anytime soon, too good of a comfort not to indulge in when he can. He moans and grunts breathlessly, surprisingly quiet despite his size, obviously pleased to be with you here, in the sanctuary of your shared room.
Your eyes rolled back, letting out soft groans he pummeled his cock up against your cervix relentlessly, sweat building between the two of you making you even slicker, his pelvis bumping up against your clit with each pump forward. You were getting close, unbearably, torturously so.
“ T-Tommy, please! '' You sobbed out, clinging to him desperately, nails pressing into his hardened flesh, heels digging into his sides. He groans and takes your abuse in stride, having dealt with more intense adversaries than your blunt little nails in the past. He takes it as the warning it is, picking up his pace as he tucks his hands to hold under your knees and press you forward, yelping at the sudden bend of your legs and the feeling of his cock sliding in deeper, choking out a desperate moan. He growls against the top of your head, satisfied and low, his hips pumping hard slow claps as he feels his cock dragging against your sensitive walls. He groans as he leans down to brush his bare mouth against yours, moaning low in his throat. You think it sounds close to words, something that might have been sentimental, but it comes out a low animal grunt as he shoves his hips forward and comes hard against your cervix, his forehead brushing yours.
You gasp and tremble as he fills you, your cunt convulsing around him, drool rolling down your chin as you take him balls deep, his strong arms locking around you to keep you still as he emptied himself inside. You tremble, crushed by his body weight but youre so lethargic you barely notice, your hands resting on his biceps. He stays sheathed inside of you for longer than he really needs to, the feeling of him softened and his cum dribbling around the loose seal of his shaft making you shiver. His large hands run over you, calloused and warm as he squeezes your soft flesh. He groans and leans down to mouth over your neck, into him as you let exhaustion settle in your bones.
For the next few hours of darkness you lay with him, not bound by anything but his sturdy arms, where if he has his way, he would keep you forever