“Take your hands off of me. Now!” I demanded through the same gritted teeth.
Drew let go. I was happy. I was no match for his muscular build, and I knew it. I also knew that I had to get away from him. I don’t know who I was before my accident or what I allowed to happen to me, but I knew that I wasn’t willing to let it happen again. I just didn’t know what I was supposed to do about it. Where would I go?
I didn’t wait on him to open my door. I stormed into the house and right up to my own room.
“Of course, no lock,” I said out loud to the empty suite.
I took off the expensive dress, pulled the pins from my hair and pulled on my baggy flannel pants and simple white t-shirt. Drew didn’t bother me, and I was glad. I went to bed thinking about him telling me that I needed to be punished. I wondered what kind of sex life we had. I didn’t think that I liked it.
I dozed off after taking one of the pain pills. I slept solid and sound. I was in a deep sleep when I woke hours later with tears in my eyes. I sat up trying to remember what I had dreamt. I couldn’t remember. The only thing that I had taken from my dream was the name Dawson. I didn’t know who he was, but I knew that my heart ached for him, and I missed him. I hadn’t heard the name Dawson at all. I wondered if Drew knew a Dawson. I decided not to ask him. Maybe he was someone that I had met in Florence. Maybe that was why I was there and not here with Drew.
I lay awake for a long time, trying to remember something, anything. I didn’t care what it was. It’s unexplainable to wake up and not know who you are or where you came from. There were so many questions that nobody could answer for me. I had talked to the lady that cooked for us, but she said that she hadn’t been there that long, and didn’t know me pre-accident. Why did it seem like Drew and Derik were the only two people that I was acquainted with?
I reached for the bottle of pills on my nightstand and took two of them. It was dark, and I didn’t look at them, but they did seem to feel different in my hand. I rolled them around my finger and almost turned the light on to see if they had been replaced with something else.
Oh my God, Stop it, Morgan…
I dry swallowed the pills and was quickly dozing back to a comatose state. I could have sworn that Drew was standing in my room. I could see his shadow or maybe it was the pills that I had just taken. I didn’t feel so good, and it felt like I was drifting down, down, down.
“Don’t worry my little bad girl. You’ll be out in no time. You won’t remember any of this,” Drew said. I was sure that he said it. I think.
I felt his hands slide up my shirt and squeeze both of my nipples. I know I felt it. I think.
He sat me up to remove my shirt, and I couldn’t hold my head up. I was trying to move, but none of my limbs would work. I knew I was naked. I knew my legs were spread opened, and I was being touched there, but I couldn’t move.
“Where were you for two years, Morgan?” Drew asked, kissing and sucking on my breast. “Did you really think you were going to get away with it? Uh? Did you, Morgan?”
I was sure that I felt the sting from his hand on my bare ass, but I couldn’t really tell. I thought it stung, but then again, I didn’t really feel anything. Was I drugged?
Was this just another bad dream? I had to think. I had to stay focused, but I couldn’t. All I could do was lay there and drift in and out of what was going on. I knew I was being moved around like a ragdoll, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t move.
“Open your mouth, bad girl,” Drew said. I was lying on my side, and his fingers were trying to pry my mouth open. I wanted to bite down, but I couldn’t do that either. My jaw muscles wouldn’t work and only parted at his command as I felt his penis slide across my tongue and to the back of my throat.
“Yeah, baby. This is all that you are good for. You need to learn that real fast. I own you. You do what I want, when I want,” I could hear the words. I knew what he was saying.
I felt him pull out and slide between my legs. He would pump in and out of me fast and hard and then slide back in and out of my mouth. I don’t know how many times he kept up the routine, but I knew. I could taste myself every time he did it.
“I brought your favorite toy, bad girl,” Drew said.
I couldn’t see it. I couldn’t really see anything, and what I did see was distorted and distant. I could no doubt feel it.
Whatever it was caused and instant orgasm, almost.