Well at least I could read and take my mind off of it. That was not going to happen either. Every book that he had downloaded was erotic. It was just one more way to get me to submit to his every need. He wanted me to read the stories about having a master and the way that I should be submitting to him.
The very first short story made me feel blessed that I had Drew and not the monster that tied, gagged, and did everything imaginable to his captive. Although I was glad that I wasn’t the girl in the cold dungeon, and I did have the luxuries and spectacular food, reading about the sex was torturous. I bucked my hips, hoping that it wasn’t enough for him to notice, needing contact from anything. I didn’t know if I was allowed to stop reading, but I couldn’t read about this guy doing the things that he was doing to this girl much longer.
I wanted the vibrator out of me. I wanted to come, and I knew that I wasn’t going to be allowed. I didn’t think he was ever going to come back. It was after one in the morning. I wanted to sleep, but couldn’t. There was no way that I could fall asleep as long as I had the constant vibration inside of me. I wondered how long the batteries would last, and finally turned off the e-reader. I closed my eyes and tried to think about anything but my sopping wet *, begging to for pleasure.
Drew finally came to remove the object, and I thought I was going to come just by him sliding it out.
“You’re very wet Morgan,” he said, rubbing my juices with his fingers.
Fucking idiot…Really?
By no surprise, Drew didn’t let me come, and left me with the smirk that I hated. I finally did stop thinking about it and fell asleep.
He had to go out of town the next day, and made sure that I knew that he would be watching. He explained that he expected to see me reading every night. I picked up the e-reader that night, thinking I would read his stupid smut for thirty minutes or so, and then watch television. I ended up reading until I couldn’t take it any longer. He had the cable turned off in my room so that I had nothing to do but read.
“Did you eventually get to go to the library?”
Dawson asked, sensing that I needed to stop talking about the sex.
I nodded, being pulled from my thoughts. “Yes, but I was always escorted by his right hand man, Derrick. I wasn’t allowed to get on the computers, and was only allowed to check out one book at a time because he wanted me reading what he downloaded for me.”
“Wow, Ry. I don’t even know what to say. How did you end up leaving him?”
I thought about it for a second and I didn’t want to talk anymore. I needed him to treat me the way that Drew did, and I needed him right that second. “Dawson, I need to save that for another time. I need you to do things to me right now.”
Dawson knew exactly what I was talking about.
“Ry?” he spoke, not sure really what to say.
“Please, Dawson,” I begged. I was used to begging. I didn’t care what he thought. I needed the attention in my throbbing core.
“Riley, this can’t turn you on,” he said, sounding a little taken aback.
“I told you that I was fucked up, and yes it can.
What do you think?” I asked, taking his hand and sliding it between my legs. “You can’t tell me that it didn’t turn you on as well.”
“Oh yes, I can. I am not turned on in the least by what that bastard did to you.”
He kissed me deep and passionate as his fingers continued to please me.
“You turn me on. Touching you turns me on,” he whispered to my lips.
“Dawson I need you to be somebody else right now. I need you to be controlling and do the things that I just told you about,” I practically begged, thrusting my hips into his fingers as I lay back.
“No. Ry. I am going to make love to you, and I am going to try like hell to please you. I am never going to keep you from it, and I am never going to treat you like that.”
I groaned. It was what I needed. I didn’t want him to make love to me. I wanted him to use and abuse me. It’s what I knew. It was what was consuming my mind. I wanted to be spanked. I wanted him to make me swallow him. I needed him to forcefully invade my ass.
“Please Dawson,” I begged as he removed my panties and his own clothes.
He came to me and kissed me again. “Close your eyes baby,” he whispered on my lips, and I did.
He gently caressed my arms and shoulders, massaging me all the way to my fingertips. I moaned when I felt his lips on my breast as he gently kissed and sucked each one of them, continuing to move down my body. He massaged both of my legs all the way to my feet. I didn’t realize how tense I was, and the sore pressure points on my feet were magically erased by his strong hands.