Part 10 (1/2)

Dawson and I spent the entire day together. He didn't mention our kiss, nor did he kiss me all day. We walked along the beach, and he did reach for my hand, entwining our fingers. I thought about Drew touching me, and could only remember a few times that he had ever held my hand, and it was just for show for his dinner parties.

Dawson left around ten, tired from working the night s.h.i.+ft. I actually didn't want him to leave. I wanted more than the kiss that he was going to leave me with. I needed more. I was so used to the s.e.x that Drew and I shared for six years. I was having a harder time not having it than I thought I would.

I again went to bed and pleased myself, thinking about Drew. I hated him. I never loved him, and here I was miles away, fantasizing about s.e.x with him.

Our second s.e.x encounter had come the very next morning, or I should say his s.e.x encounter. I was being punished. He wasn't about to let me have any pleasure.

He came into my room the next morning carrying his laptop. I was still sleeping when he sat on the side of the bed. I jumped to a sitting position.

”I thought that I made it clear that you weren't allowed to touch yourself, Morgan,” he said, running the back of his hand down my cheek.

I flinched and pulled away from his touch. ”I didn't,” I lied. I thought that he wouldn't be able to notice if he was watching. I had lain on my stomach and used the weight of my body to control the movement of my arm.

He turned the laptop so that we could both see it.

You couldn't tell that I was doing anything, not until my hips thrust into my fingers. The look on my face as I came was undeniable, and the soft moan, that was abundantly clear, made it impossible to deny.

I looked up to his dark eyes, and he wore the same smirk. ”You know that I am going to punish you for this, don't you?”

I didn't answer.

He moved my covers back and told me to get up.

I listened, afraid not to.

He raised my nightgown and rubbed my silky panties, covering my b.u.t.t. He pulled them down just below my cheeks and rubbed soft and gentle.

”I am going to spank you, Morgan,” he rasped.

What the f.u.c.k?

My eyes darted quickly to his, and I hated the constant smirk that he wore.

”Bend over my lap,” he said, pus.h.i.+ng himself back on the bed a little.

My heart began to pick up instantly. I was afraid not to listen just as much as I was afraid to listen.

He pulled my arm and I was over his lap, resting my top half on the bed. At first he just rubbed my back side and then I felt three very quick slaps that promptly stung. He rubbed my b.u.t.t again, causing, satisfying relief before repeating his steps three more times. The fourth time while he rubbed away the pain, I tensed, waiting for the next swat. He didn't hit me again, and instead ran his hand up the folds of my v.a.g.i.n.a.

Oh, sweet pleasure.

”Your p.u.s.s.y is wet. You like getting spanked, don't you, Morgan?”

I didn't know if it was a question that I was supposed to answer or if it was for his benefit only. I didn't reply.

”You need to answer me when I ask you a question,” he demanded.

How the h.e.l.l do I answer that?

”Yes,” I almost moaned as his fingers teased my throbbing c.l.i.t. I wondered how long he was going to keep me bent over his lap, and then his hands spread my a.s.s cheeks, exposing my a.n.u.s. I flinched when he ran my slick juices from the front all the way back to my sphincter, ma.s.saging the muscle around the opening. I could tell that he was holding me open with one hand as his fingers went back for more lubrication. I came off of his lap when I felt his finger trying to penetrate the opening of my a.n.u.s.

”What the h.e.l.l are you doing?” I yelled angrily and took my second blow to the same bruised cheek. I didn't even have time to regain my composure when I found myself across the bed on my stomach. He held my right arm on my back, bent with just enough pressure to cause pain and keep me from moving. When I tried, he pushed it higher, and I would quit trying to get away from him.

I heard him unzip his pants with his free hand. He ran his d.i.c.k up and down my folds, and I was scared out of my mind. Surely he wasn't about to do what I thought he was about to do. He was, and he did. I felt him push inside of my a.n.u.s, and I squirmed, trying to get away again. He pushed my arm higher, and the pain shot all the way around my shoulder blade as I called out.

”Okay, okay,” I yelled, forgetting about the invasion going on below due to the fact that I thought he was going to break my arm.

”Are you done fighting?” he asked, shoving my arm one more time.

”Ouch, yes,” I screamed, and was instantly relieved when he let it go.

”Are you going to touch yourself again?” he asked, rubbing himself all over my liquids.

”No,” I promised, and I meant it.

”Roll over and bring your legs up,” he demanded.

I rolled to my back and watched him roll a condom down his shaft, and rub himself down with lubricant from a small bottle.

”Hold your legs up,” he said again. ”I want you to see what is going on so that you know I mean business when I tell you something.”

I slowly pulled my knees to my chest, humiliated, knowing where he was planning on sticking his d.i.c.k. Why was he so worried about me being a virgin if he wasn't even going to use it?

”Spread your legs,” he said when I tried to keep them together. I did what I was told as he pulled me closer to the edge of the bed.

He had to bend a little and I felt him slide into me.

I squeezed my eyes tightly closed.

”Open your eyes,” he demanded and I felt him move in a little more. ”Stop flexing your muscle, just relax and let me slide in.”

That was easier said than done. It hurt. It hurt like h.e.l.l, and I thought he was going to rip me apart. He was finally all the way in and started moving slowly, in and out of my a.s.s. He brought his thumb to my c.l.i.t and circled.

The pain in my r.e.c.t.u.m had eased up, and it was almost pleasurable as he rubbed me with just the right amount of pressure. I wondered if he was going to let me finish, and hoped like h.e.l.l that he did.

I was so close and thought that he was going to let me finish when he stopped giving my sensitive nub the pleasure that it needed. He pumped in and out of me frantically.

”I am going to pull out of you, and you are going to swallow me,” he said looking down at me.

I didn't reply. He pumped faster, and all of a sudden pulled out and slid the condom off. He pulled me up and pushed me to my knees.

”Open your mouth,” he said, breathing heavy and stroking himself.

I closed my eyes and opened my mouth, knowing it was in my best interest to do what he said.

”Good girl. Open your eyes,” he said as he slid his d.i.c.k into my mouth.

I was hoping that he was going to be quick and he was ready, but he wasn't and he f.u.c.ked my mouth for at least ten minutes before I felt the pulsating down his shaft.

I had a plan. I was going to take it all the way in and let it go straight down the back of my throat so that I didn't have to taste him. He had other plans, and as soon as the first stream was expelled, he pulled out and came on my lips, moving only his head in and out of my mouth.