“You think this is bothering me? You think you can break me down by not letting me come? That’s absurd. You’re not hurting me one bit.”
Paxton didn’t speak. He wore a grin, ignoring my banter. The banter I needed to hear more than him. My legs moved out when he massaged the tingling oil into my clit once more. It hadn’t even stopped completely from the last time. I was to the brink of begging. It’s all I thought about. Maybe I could get enough friction from the chastity belt for relief.
I don’t know what got into me. I opened myself to him like a crazed animal. I didn’t want him to stop touching me. I wanted him to play with me. The room became sort of an illusion. Everything was an illusion. Everything but my tortured sex and my emotions.
Paxton positioned the diaper-like contraption and pulled the thin chain, securing it in the crack of my ass. I moaned when I felt the cold touch my anus, and thrust toward him again.
“This isn’t bothering you, is it?” he questioned with a snort. He touched me a couple more times, sliding his fingers in and out of me, paying special attention to my aching nub, and running a thumb to the back, touching every sensitive part of my body. Our eyes locked while he worked magic, pulling an instant orgasm from my body.
Almost.
Goddammit!
The front was put into place and locked. It wasn’t that tight. I was sure my fingers could slide through the top. There was no way in hell I would make it. I would die first. I needed to come. Now!
Paxton kissed my lips hard, forcing his tongue around my mouth. “Sleep tight, love.”
I waited until the door closed before trying it. My fingers fit fine. That wasn’t the problem. The stupid thing was designed with a cup to keep intruders from touching anything important. Anything throbbing like mad. Including me.
I hated him. I hated Paxton Pierce, and for the life of me, I didn’t know what would possess me to marry someone like him. He was evil. I didn’t sleep. I didn’t even rest. I endured the tingling sensations, all around my clitoris, and danced my hips, trying like hell to get a little friction. I couldn’t, no matter which way I moved. Nothing could touch me there. Not even me. Fucker.
The phone left on my stand occupied my mind some. I read all my text messages, trying to remember something. Most of them were from Paxton. Ninety-five percent of them. A couple were from Candace, talking about a show on television, and a link for something. I clicked on it, but it wouldn’t work.
By the time everything had relaxed enough for my mind and body to settle, I could hear the girls. I thought it was the girls, anyway. Were they up from their naps already? What time was it? I shifted between sleep and consciousness a couple times before handing it over to a comatose slumber.
~~
“Watch your step. Stay right behind Izabella.”
“I’m scared. I don’t want to go higher,” Izzy said from above me. We were high. Really high.
“I’m right behind you. You’re not going to fall. We’re almost there,” my mom coaxed. I didn’t want to go higher, either. Even at six, I knew this wasn’t safe. What kind of mother lets her little girls climb billboards along the highway? My mother. That’s who. Billboards located just over airport runways. I didn’t know what state it was in, but it was big. Huge planes, flying in an out.
It wasn’t until we made it to the top that we felt the magnitude of that. The ledge spread at least four feet wide, and the fear of falling depleted with the view. My mother dropped the backpack from her shoulders and sat against the giant ad behind us. Gas and lodging, next right. She pulled the thin blanket from the bag and snuggled us to her. One twin on each side. Izzy wore the same red tank top as me, and matching white shorts plastered with red strawberries. We all slid out of our shoes and waited for the next takeoff.
“So many people. All going to different places. Where do you think they’re going, Clydes?” my mom questioned in a faraway tone as she removed the bread and then the peanut butter. Again. It would be our breakfast, as well. Maybe with honey if we had any left.
“Maybe to Maine. I want to go to Maine,” I announced.
“I want to go to Maine with Gabby, and then on a train. Some people sleep on trains.”
My mom handed me my sandwich with a peculiar look. “What’s in Maine?”
I bit into the sandwich and replied around the food in my mouth. “I’ll show you,” I mumbled with a full mouth, retrieving the folded paper from my back pocket. I’d torn it out of a magazine when we had to wait for a man to fix our car at the garage. That’s why we had to eat peanut butter again. My mom said we had to use all the money for a new starter.
Mom took the crookedly folded paper and opened it. “Acadia National Park?”
“Uh-huh. Look. It has boulders, and me and Izzy can climb on them.”
“One of the highest tides in the United States,” she read.
“Yeah, turn it over. See the tide is all the way to the rocks now,” I explained with a little finger to the same rocks.