“Like how?”
“Well, like I said before. You would have never been as bold as you were earlier today. You didn’t wear flannel pants or go barefoot. You would have never barged into my office the way you do now, which by the way, I do not like.”
I smiled even though I knew he was serious. I placed my hand on his forearm, and he looked down at it, almost confused.
“Thank you for being here for me,” I said, looking at him with half a grin.
He didn’t answer and only smiled.
Drew excused himself to go finish up some work after supper. I was working on a plan. I didn’t know why.
Maybe because I wanted him to come back to my room and do to me what he had earlier. He was rather good at it, and I felt myself throb at the thought of it.
I walked around outside until almost dark, thinking and contemplating my life. I wondered why I had called myself Riley earlier. Who the hell was Riley? It was someone that I knew at some point. I was sure of it, but was it me? Why did I think that? Did Riley have something to do with Dawson? Why couldn’t I just remember?
I wasn’t sure where the cameras in my room were, but I was sure they were there. I didn’t look for them and undressed, trying to do it as I always did, not wanting Drew to think that I was onto him. I took off my jeans, my shirt and my bra and left my panties. I walked over to the window and moved the curtain. I stood looking out, pretending to be lost in an unknown world. I was, but that wasn’t what I was thinking about at the time. I was thinking about trying to get Drew to come to my room. I wanted to make sure my intuitions were right although I was pretty sure that they were.
I ran my finger along my back and lightly through the lace of my panties. I could picture Drew sitting at his desk watching me. I closed my eyes and leaned against the frame of the window, running my fingers over my stomach and up to my breast. I could feel my panties becoming damp. I knew that it was the fascination of Drew watching me. I must be a sick individual. Did I have some sort of sex fetish? I didn’t care at that time. I had a goal to achieve.
As I slid my fingers through the lace of my panties and to the wet creases of my sex, I wondered about something else. When did I start shaving down there? Had I always kept it smooth? I moaned and knew that whether Drew appeared or not, I was going to climax. I brought my left leg up to the chair in front of me and moaned as I inserted one finger, dragging it back to my swollen clitoris.
I turned my head toward the door when it opened, smiling inside, but keeping a somber face as I saw the shocked expression on Drew’s face. I would have loved to know what was going through his mind seeing me with my legged cocked on the chair with my fingers in my panties.
“What are you doing?” he asked in a husky tone, walking toward me.
I dropped my leg and turned my back to him.
“Don’t you ever knock?” I asked, using his words.
“Had I known what I was walking into, I would have.”
Lying son of a bitch…
He was close. I could feel the heat from his body. I could smell him, but I didn’t turn around. I did stop the movement of my hand but didn’t remove it. I gasped when I felt his hands slide down my hips, removing my panties.
He ran his hands over my bare ass.
I tilted my head, beckoning him to kiss my neck.
He did. His hot breath on my neck and shoulder sent an exciting chill straight to my vagina.
“Do you remember me spanking you?” he rasped.
“You used to beg for me to do that.”
“I did,” I asked. I was a sick individual.
“You did. Do you know what else you liked?” he asked as his fingers traveled to my wet folds from behind, stopping at my puckering anus.
“I have a feeling I know the answer to that one,” I admitted as I felt his finger penetrate me.
“Do you want me to spank you, Morgan?” He asked.
“Yes,” I replied, barely above a whisper. I would have done anything the man told me to do at that moment.
I watched as Drew removed his clothes. He was hard as iron, and I wanted to taste him.
“Come here, Morgan,” he demanded, and like a puppet on a string, I walked to him.
“Bend over the bed, my bad girl,” he coaxed, moving my arm to guide me.
I didn’t like the bad girl comment, and for some reason panic was setting in, and I was afraid of him. He rubbed my bare ass softly right before I felt the first sting from his hand. I jumped.