Part 9 (1/2)

”That will be the last time you ever say anything like that to me. Do you understand?” he asked as I held my throbbing face.

I didn't answer and willed my tears to stay put.

”Answer me!” he said raising his voice.

”Yes!” I yelled right back.

”Yes, Drew, and try to say it a little nicer this time.”

”Yes, Drew,” I said quietly. I had to. I was afraid that he would hit me again.

”Good girl. Now come here. He said and sat back down on my bed.”

I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to go to him. What did he want? Why did I have to go to him... on my bed?!

”I said to come here, Morgan,” he warned. I slowly took the five steps to him, counting every one and stopping when I thought that it was close enough.

”Closer,” he demanded with a hungry look in his eyes.

My knees were shaking as I walked. He ran both his hands down my still damp arms, and then moved my right arm away from holding my towel closed. He pulled it apart and let if fall to the floor.

”My, my, you have got to be hottest little thing I have ever seen,” he said as his eyes went right to my v.a.g.i.n.a. I was so glad that I had taken the panties with me, and was somewhat covered. I should have known that I wasn't going to keep them for long.

He pulled the front of my panties out and only looked, at first.

”I love this,” he said and touched the thin line of hair leading to my s.e.x.

I gasped from his touch and stepped back with one foot. He stood up and walked behind me. He kissed the back of my neck, and his hands explored my stomach and ribs. I could smell his cologne and closed my eyes at what was conspiring, and having no say in it, what so ever.

His lips trailed my neck and shoulders and then his fingers found my nipple. I almost moaned when he teased it between his thumb and finger. I felt the sensations electrify from my nipple all the way to my groin.

Stupid v.a.g.i.n.a.

He slowly moved to in front of me and kissed me. I didn't kiss him back and kept my lips pressed firmly together.

”Open your mouth,” he ordered to my lips.

I parted them slightly, but it was enough for him to gain access and take my mouth with his tongue. I tried my best not to kiss him back or touch him, but my body was betraying me, and strange emotions took over.

I didn't think my heart could beat any faster, not until he pulled away from my lips and dropped to the floor in front of me. He slowly moved my panties down my legs and had to tell me to pick up my feet so that he could remove them. He sat back on his feet and stared at my s.e.x.

”I love this,” he said and moved his fingers between my legs. I gasped from his touch, and he snickered a little. He hadn't touched between my folds yet, and only, gently ran his fingers on my smooth lips.

”Do you want me to touch you, Morgan?” he rasped.

Yes, please, touch me. Now!

”No,” I spouted out in a hateful tone.

He snorted again. ”I think you do,” he said and took his thumb and forefinger and opened me up, still not touching me. I was afraid that he could see the throbbing that was begging for attention.

He stood back up and kissed me lightly, circled me, and kissed my neck again. I was begging myself with everything in me to keep it together. He might be able to make me do what he wanted, but he couldn't make me enjoy it. I tried to tell myself that I wasn't enjoying it, and I didn't want him touching me, but I was quickly losing the battle.

Stupid f.u.c.ker probably has a little d.i.c.k that he can't even get up. Why else would he have to buy a wife?

Holly s.h.i.+t...maybe not.

He thrust his hips into my naked backside, and I could feel his not so small erection.

”Lay down on the bed, Morgan,” he whispered in my ear. He walked me forward when I didn't move.

Was I supposed to lie on my stomach? I didn't know what he wanted me to do, so I did nothing, nothing except notice my heart beating out of my chest, and the dull pain on my cheek bone. He turned me around and moved me back so that I had to sit. He wasn't modest at all and didn't care that his d.i.c.k was right in front of me. He grabbed himself and made a hissing sound as he moved it, trying to get some relief in the now too tight dress slacks.

He picked up both my legs, willing me to lay back.

I scooted back on my elbows, not wanting to be exposed to him. He had the most l.u.s.tful, crazed look in his eyes as he engrossed in my naked body beneath him. He slid both his hands up my legs and to the edges of my v.a.g.i.n.a. He still didn't touch me where I felt I needed touched.

”Spread your legs,” he said as he grabbed himself again.

”I don't want to,” I said weakly.

”But you are going to, so you should take heed in my warning and listen to me now.”

I was afraid of the warning he spoke of, and slowly raised both of my legs. He hissed again as he stared at my extremely open s.e.x. He took both of his thumbs and opened me more. I closed my eyes, trying to shut out the humiliation.

”You're very wet, your p.u.s.s.y wants to be touched, doesn't it, Morgan?”

Yes...Yes it does, like now.

”No,” I said through my rapid breaths.

”I am not touching you until you tell me to.”

Great.

He continued to tease my outer folds, but wouldn't go anywhere close to my inner core. He would get close, very close, and after what seemed like hours that I was sure were only minutes, I twisted my hips, hoping his fingers would slip and find my throbbing nub, but he stopped moving altogether.

”Do you want me to touch you now?”

”Yes,” I said in a panting breath and noticed the winning, smirk on his face. I wanted to kick it right off of him, but I wanted him to touch me more.

He turned his hand, palm side up, and ran his middle finger from my opening up to my c.l.i.t. I squirmed beneath his fingers, and closed my eyes, trying not to moan. He never slid his fingers inside of me like I was hoping he would, and focused on my slippery juices, ma.s.saging the slipperiness into my c.l.i.t. He placed his thumb on the throbbing sensation, circling it with just the right amount of pressure. I knew I was going to explode, and my hips moved with him. I was almost there, so close to the crest when he slowed his pace and pressure.

”Do you want to come, Morgan?” he asked, towering over me.

I did want to come, and I wanted to come right that second. I knew I was going to have to play his game, and he wasn't going to do anything without me telling him.

”Yes,” I whispered.

He picked up his speed and pressure again. Just when I was right there, ready to be relieved, he abruptly stopped. My eyes opened, and he pulled me up, pus.h.i.+ng me down to kneel in front of him.