I slowly pulled my knees to my chest, humiliated, knowing where he was planning on sticking his dick. Why was he so worried about me being a virgin if he wasn’t even going to use it?
“Spread your legs,” he said when I tried to keep them together. I did what I was told as he pulled me closer to the edge of the bed.
He had to bend a little and I felt him slide into me.
I squeezed my eyes tightly closed.
“Open your eyes,” he demanded and I felt him move in a little more. “Stop flexing your muscle, just relax and let me slide in.”
That was easier said than done. It hurt. It hurt like hell, and I thought he was going to rip me apart. He was finally all the way in and started moving slowly, in and out of my ass. He brought his thumb to my clit and circled.
The pain in my rectum had eased up, and it was almost pleasurable as he rubbed me with just the right amount of pressure. I wondered if he was going to let me finish, and hoped like hell that he did.
I was so close and thought that he was going to let me finish when he stopped giving my sensitive nub the pleasure that it needed. He pumped in and out of me frantically.
“I am going to pull out of you, and you are going to swallow me,” he said looking down at me.
I didn’t reply. He pumped faster, and all of a sudden pulled out and slid the condom off. He pulled me up and pushed me to my knees.
“Open your mouth,” he said, breathing heavy and stroking himself.
I closed my eyes and opened my mouth, knowing it was in my best interest to do what he said.
“Good girl. Open your eyes,” he said as he slid his dick into my mouth.
I was hoping that he was going to be quick and he was ready, but he wasn’t and he fucked my mouth for at least ten minutes before I felt the pulsating down his shaft.
I had a plan. I was going to take it all the way in and let it go straight down the back of my throat so that I didn’t have to taste him. He had other plans, and as soon as the first stream was expelled, he pulled out and came on my lips, moving only his head in and out of my mouth.
I moaned into my pillow as I brought myself to ecstasy, and then lay in bed feeling like a horrible, broken person because I had just gotten off for the second night in row, thinking about Drew and his sick twisted sex rituals.
I was fucked up in the head, and I didn’t want to be. I wanted to have a normal life for once in my life. I wanted the house, the job, the good friends, and the man that loved me, but I was beginning to realize that it wasn’t going to be possible for me. My whole life had been fucked up, and I didn’t know what the hell I was thinking when I thought that I could just walk away from all of it and never look back.
I was glad to get back to work and spend my day with Starlight and my happy customers. Starlight couldn’t believe the traffic in and out all day, or the coffee and cookies that we had gone through. I sold two pictures, and three dream catchers, along with several articles of clothing to a few tourists. Starlight couldn’t believe how much foot traffic that we had for a Monday, and when I showed her how I had been doing the new system as far as closing up, doing an actual inventory, and accounting for every penny, she was overly impressed.
The week was good, and I saw Dawson every day and sometimes in the evenings. He was off on Friday, and we ate barbecued ribs and saw a movie. He kissed me and touched me a lot more that night than he had before, and it was really starting to get to me. I had been pleasing myself, pretty much every night for the past two weeks, but it wasn’t enough and I needed more.
“Come in,” I whispered to his lips in the car.
“That is probably not the best idea, Ry,” he said, knowing what was going to happen if he did.
“Yes it is,” I said, kissing him and forcing my tongue in his mouth.
“Ry?” he said almost in a question.
“I need you to fuck me.”
Shit, I didn’t want to say it like that.
His eyes opened wide, shocked at my outburst. He opened the door and came around to my side.
“I want to take you to bed, Ry,” he spoke with me leaned against the door in front of him. “But I don’t want it to be like that.”
I snorted, “I warned you that I wasn’t normal.”
“You need to talk to me about it.”
“I don’t want to talk about it, Dawson.”
I didn’t want to talk about it. I would never want anyone to know my background let alone being married to a man that didn’t love me at all for six years. I was messed up, and there was nothing that Dawson or anyone else could do to fix me. I took his hand and pulled him toward the door.
I found myself in a terribly awkward position when he followed me to my room. I slowly undressed in front of him and stared at him with hungry eyes. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do. I had a feeling that laying down and spreading my legs wasn’t right. I didn’t think that he was the type to tower over me and make me tell him what to do to me. Drew always stayed dressed until he was ready to take me. Was that what all men did?
What the hell am I supposed to do?