Underestimated (Underestimated, #1)

“I don’t feel any current, but you tighten around my cock like crazy.”


Glad you’re enjoying it, fuckface.

I didn’t know how much more I was going to be able to take. I wanted nothing more out of life than to be released at that moment. I don’t know why thirteen, but that is how many times I had to endure the torturing rod.

He probably wasn’t even counting, and that was the magic number that he had gotten bored with it. I breathed a sigh of relief when he laid it on the floor.

“Roll over,” he demanded, pulling the other object from my rectum.

I lay on the skinny bench, and he moved my hands back wanting me to spread myself for his entrance.

“Turn your head,” he demanded, wanting me to watch. I did, not removing my hands from behind me, and he pushed my hair from my eyes. I watched and felt the drip from the cool gel.

“Keep your eyes opened,” he demanded when I tightened them after feeling him penetrate my opening. He frantically pumped in and out of my ass, and I knew it was just a matter of time before he let go. He didn’t. He pulled out and told me to get up.

I got up, and he lay on the bench with his hands above his head. He stared up at me like I was stupid or something. He bucked his hips, and I didn’t know whether he wanted me to sit on him or give him a blowjob. He jumped up and hit me right across my right eye.

“Sit down!” he screamed and lay back down.

He moaned as I took him in and out of my ass for a few minutes, and finally, he released.

He stood and dressed as I caught a glimpse of my battered face in the mirror. He left, locking the door behind him.

Great.

It was just a matter of time before the room went black again. I used the opportunity to release myself. I knew I only needed a minute and hoped the lights didn’t come back on before I was done. They didn’t, and although I didn’t want to stay in the empty room, I wasn’t frustrated anymore.

I was squirming in the warm sand after talking about it with Dawson. I needed relief.

“He kept you in the room all night?” Dawson asked.

“Yes. Can we go up to the house now?”

“You still haven’t told me how you got out.”

I leaned over and kissed him. “Daw, I can’t right now. I need for you to take me up to the house and back to bed.”

“Talking about it makes you want to have sex, doesn’t it?”

“I don’t know if it makes me want to have sex, but it definitely makes me frustrated.”

What Dawson did next took me by surprise. He took off his jacket and laid it across my lap.

“Lay back,” he whispered to my lips.

“What are you doing?” I asked, already listening.

“Taking care of you, so you’ll keep talking to me.”

I looked around at the empty beach. John would be walking back soon, but as soon as I felt him unbutton my jeans and slide down the zipper, I didn’t care.

“Damn, you do need taken care of,” Dawson agreed, feeling how wet I was.

It was quick. I don’t know if it even took five minutes. I softly moaned, and Dawson kissed me, really kissed me.

“I love you,” he said on my lips.

“Hmmm, I love you too,” I replied, still trying to come down from what had just happened.

“Okay, you spent the night in the room,” Dawson said, getting right back to what I didn’t want to talk about anymore.

“Three nights. The only light that I saw for three days was when I opened the little refrigerator. It almost blinded me every time I reached in for water or the veggies and fruit that he had left for me. He knew he was locking me in that room before we ever went to that stupid party. By the time I got out of there. I was ready to go crazy. I think that was the whole point.”

I stopped there, and although I wasn’t happy about the house fire in town, coming across Dawson’s hand held scanner, I was happy that he had to leave for a while. That was enough for one day.

Dawson was gone for around three hours. I had a nice supper made when he got back.

“Hmm, something smells heavenly,” he said, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing the side of my neck in the kitchen.

“Cube steak, mashed potatoes, gravy, corn and rolls,” I described as I turned to him. “And you smell like smoke. Is everyone okay?”

“Yeah, everyone was fine. The house is pretty much history though. Do I have time for a shower?”

“Yes, I’ll set the table.”

I was just getting our two plates down from the cabinet when Lauren came in.

“I swear I could smell your cooking from inside my house,” she said, sitting at the table.

I laughed and grabbed another plate. She would just be at my house later looking for food anyway. I figured she may as well join us, not that she wasn’t going to anyway.

“Do you ever eat at home?” Dawson asked, coming to join not only me, but Lauren now too.

“Not really. Why would I?” she asked, and the bad part was, she was dead serious.

She did stay and help clean up and was gone right after.

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