“I tried not to talk to him without you. You’re the coward that walked away.”
I didn’t mean to say the last part out loud. It just came out, and I knew that I would pay for it.
“Stand up,” he demanded.
I stood, and he turned me sideways so that he could get a nice long stroke when he brought his hand to my bare ass. It hurt. It hurt like a son of a bitch, but I wasn’t going to let him know that. He made sure that we were facing the mirror so that I could watch.
“You’ve been here five years. Are you ever going to learn to do what you’re told?”
Should I tell him to go to hell now or later?
“I don’t know what you want. Nothing I could do would ever make you happy.”
I took another welt from his hand on that one.
“Did I tell you to talk?”
“Yeah, kind of. You did ask me a question,” I smartly said. What was wrong with me? I never defied Drew nor did I smart off to him.
Third crack to my naked ass.
“Sit,” he demanded.
I did, and he made me turn toward the mirror. He stood behind me and reached into his bag of goodies. It wasn’t anything new, and I had been introduced to that vibrator before.
He turned it on high power and ran around my collarbone and to my nipple while he watched our reflection in the mirror.
“Do you think you’re going to come, Morgan?” He whispered in my ear. I could smell the whisky on his breath.
Well that’s a stupid question.
“No.”
“And why not?” he asked, teasing my nipple with the vibration. “Keep your eyes on the mirror,” he demanded when I turned away.
“Because I was a bad girl.”
Fucking asshole.
I was twenty four and had to tell him that I was a bad girl. I hated him. I could have shot him in the head and never felt bad about it. I could have even spit on him while he bled out and died.
“Spread your legs, bad girl.”
I did as I was told, and he moved the vibration between my legs. He pulled my hands back so that I could lean back more and hold myself up. I tried not to moan as he slid the vibrator up my already wet folds.
Stupid vagina, always taking his side.
“Does that feel good, bad girl?”
It was a trick question. I didn’t answer.
Drew moved around and sat in front of me, spreading me as far as my legs would allow. He rubbed the hard plastic vibrator down to my anus, and I knew exactly where it was going to end up.
“Open your eyes,” he demanded when I felt the vibrator penetrate my opening.
He slid it in slowly, enjoying the show as his free hand massaged my wet core. I was okay with that. I was used to being violated there. It was the next device that he pulled from his bag that I despised. I almost stopped breathing when he pulled out the rod that would send an electrical current through all of my female parts, bring me to an almost immediate orgasm, and then stop. I hated that stupid thing and would have loved to shove it up his ass.
He smiled broadly when he saw the look on my face. He moved the vibrator in and out of my ass a few times, torturing me with the rod in his hand. I just wished he would hurry up and get it over with, but that was too easy. He got off on seeing the distress written all over my face.
“This hurts my knees. Move onto the bench,” he demanded.
Poor fucking baby.
I didn’t mind the bench. The floor was rather hard.
I limped when I put pressure on my sore ankle. Drew sat at the end of the bench and put both my feet on the tops of his legs. The vibrator was slowly moved back to where Drew wanted it. He brought the wand to my clit, and I jumped. He laughed. It wasn’t turned on.
Dickhead.
He pressed his thumb inside of me while he moved the vibrator in and out of me. I wanted to come, oh how I wanted to come. He continued his toying on me and then stood to remove his clothes. He moved to the top of me and stroked himself on my lips a little, before telling me to open my mouth. He fucked my mouth until he was close. I wished he would have just finished so that I could be finished. He wasn’t about to do that. He wanted to play.
He moved back to below me, straddling the bench and placing my feet back on his legs.
“I want to see if I can feel this too,” he said, pulling me toward his erection, sliding into me. He hissed as he pulled my hips in and out of him a couple of times, but stopped. I knew he was getting close, and if he would just allow some friction to his shaft we could be done with his charade.
He laughed again when I tensed as he turned on the rod that was going to drive me insane. It truly was a torturing rod, and no matter how hard you tried. You couldn’t come with it.
He pushed himself deep inside of me, and I held my breath as he brought the tip of the rod to my core. He did it in slow motion, rubbing it in as much as he could.
He split me more with his thumb and forefinger and watched my face as he quickly touched my clit. I called out in pleasuring pain. He rubbed me with his thumb, spread me again with his fingers, and repeated the process.