“Come around to this side,” he requested. I listened and resumed my position over his desk.
He rubbed my naked ass as he dialed the number on his desk phone. My eyes went right to the folder on the desk. There was over forty thousand dollars donated to various charities last month alone. I was sure he didn’t have a clue what half of them even were for. He just liked to keep the noble Callaway Jewels in the public eye.
I stayed bent over his desk while he talked to whomever on his phone. One of them was Derik I was sure.
“No, you can donate to one of them, but that’s it.
Make sure it is donated by my wife,” I heard him say, and wondered why. Had I donated to these charities before?
Neither he nor I was ever in the public eye, he made sure of that. I was never allowed to go anywhere except the library, and occasionally out to eat with Derik’s wife Jena which I never wanted to do because I had to keep a little digital recorder attached to my cellphone. I was always afraid of saying something wrong. It was inevitable. It was always wrong in his eyes.
I remember having dinner with Jenna and Derik one evening while Drew was out of town. Jenna had gotten up and gone to the bathroom. I could see how Derik was looking at me, and just before he spoke I held up my cellphone showing him the tiny little chip stuck to the back of my phone. He abruptly closed his jaw.
I flinched a little when I felt an ink pen I was sure penetrating my rectum. Drew opened a drawer in his desk, and I knew that he was lubing up the foreign object so that it would slide in. It did, and he moved it in and out of me as he continued to talk business. That was as bad as it got.
I was pleasantly surprised. I was sure I would spend hours enduring his torture, but I didn’t. I was also sure that it was for no other reason than he needed relief and had work to do. He didn’t have time to play.
He stood, and I heard his zipper slide down, and then felt him slide into me, still holding the phone to his ear. He took me from behind slowly, stopping every so often when he needed to talk. He laid the phone on his desk when he was close and grabbed my hips and really went at it until he released.
Dawson sensed where I was. He could tell I was squirming a little.
“Keep talking,” he said sliding his hand inside of my flannel pajama pants and the rim around my panties. I could tell that I was wet, and thought that I must be as sick as Drew. Who in their right mind would be turned on after talking about their sexual abuse? Dawson always tried to tell me that there was nothing wrong with me, and nobody could go through what I did and come out scar-less. I supposed that he was right. It was the only sex that I knew for six years. I never had anyone to be attentive with me until Dawson.
I continued to tell Dawson about my day spent naked in Drew’s office, but getting a lot of beneficial information. I wasn’t sure what I was even saying anymore. He was quickly bringing me to a mind blowing orgasm with his fingers. I stopped talking and dropped my head to his chest as I called out and let go.
“You good?” he asked, kissing my hair. I could feel his erection on my back and was sure that he could use a little release himself, but knew that he wouldn’t. I was talking, and that was more important than his sexual gratification.
“Yes. Thank you,” I rasped. Drew kept his hand down there and just held it still, cupping me as I continued to talk.
Chapter 12
Drew didn’t leave again for six weeks after the first time that Rebecca and I broke into his office. I had no clue where or how long he would be gone. I knew it would be over night because he took a bag. Rebecca and I had talked a couple of weeks before, and I told her how, when the power had gone out the last time, that Drew made me stay on the phone until the cameras reset. I knew we had three minutes. Our plan was for her to go to the basement and quickly trip the breaker, giving me just enough time to run into his office before the cameras reset, and pray to God that he didn’t notice until they were back on.
He must have been away from his computer. He never called because he couldn’t see me. I had a story made up that I was in Rebecca’s room if he called. I knew that I wasn’t allowed in her room, but I was going to tell him that she wasn’t feeling well and that I had gone to check on her. I didn’t have to worry about it, and once I donated fifteen thousand dollars to the new bank account for my newfound charity. I tapped on the floor. I couldn’t text or call because I was afraid that Drew would find out.
The lights blinked and I ran to the sofa and back to the show that I may or may not have been watching.