Part 10 (2/2)

I moaned into my pillow as I brought myself to ecstasy, and then lay in bed feeling like a horrible, broken person because I had just gotten off for the second night in row, thinking about Drew and his sick twisted s.e.x rituals.

I was f.u.c.ked up in the head, and I didn't want to be. I wanted to have a normal life for once in my life. I wanted the house, the job, the good friends, and the man that loved me, but I was beginning to realize that it wasn't going to be possible for me. My whole life had been f.u.c.ked up, and I didn't know what the h.e.l.l I was thinking when I thought that I could just walk away from all of it and never look back.

I was glad to get back to work and spend my day with Starlight and my happy customers. Starlight couldn't believe the traffic in and out all day, or the coffee and cookies that we had gone through. I sold two pictures, and three dream catchers, along with several articles of clothing to a few tourists. Starlight couldn't believe how much foot traffic that we had for a Monday, and when I showed her how I had been doing the new system as far as closing up, doing an actual inventory, and accounting for every penny, she was overly impressed.

The week was good, and I saw Dawson every day and sometimes in the evenings. He was off on Friday, and we ate barbecued ribs and saw a movie. He kissed me and touched me a lot more that night than he had before, and it was really starting to get to me. I had been pleasing myself, pretty much every night for the past two weeks, but it wasn't enough and I needed more.

”Come in,” I whispered to his lips in the car.

”That is probably not the best idea, Ry,” he said, knowing what was going to happen if he did.

”Yes it is,” I said, kissing him and forcing my tongue in his mouth.

”Ry?” he said almost in a question.

”I need you to f.u.c.k me.”

s.h.i.+t, I didn't want to say it like that.

His eyes opened wide, shocked at my outburst. He opened the door and came around to my side.

”I want to take you to bed, Ry,” he spoke with me leaned against the door in front of him. ”But I don't want it to be like that.”

I snorted, ”I warned you that I wasn't normal.”

”You need to talk to me about it.”

”I don't want to talk about it, Dawson.”

I didn't want to talk about it. I would never want anyone to know my background let alone being married to a man that didn't love me at all for six years. I was messed up, and there was nothing that Dawson or anyone else could do to fix me. I took his hand and pulled him toward the door.

I found myself in a terribly awkward position when he followed me to my room. I slowly undressed in front of him and stared at him with hungry eyes. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do. I had a feeling that laying down and spreading my legs wasn't right. I didn't think that he was the type to tower over me and make me tell him what to do to me. Drew always stayed dressed until he was ready to take me. Was that what all men did?

What the h.e.l.l am I supposed to do?

Finally, Dawson walked to me standing naked in front of him.

”Are you sure about this?” he asked.

”Yes,” I said and kissed him. I needed the thoughts to stop. I needed him to take control and step by step tell me how to react to him.

I raised his s.h.i.+rt and he slipped it off, toeing off his shoes. He pulled the covers back and I crawled in. I watched him take his jeans off and come to me. My eyes rolled back as I felt his fingers slide between my wet folds. I couldn't help the moan or the thrusting of my hips into his fingers. My mind was once again was taken back in time. I tried my best to control it and keep it right there with Dawson, but I lost, and the control was once again given to Drew.

I hadn't seen Drew in over a month. He left for a long business trip after his introduction to my a.n.u.s. I had fallen into a routine and liked living in the mansion and having servants and Rebecca waiting on me hand and foot.

I loved the pool, although I waited until late evenings to swim because the Las Vegas heat was too unbearable during the day. I went for my daily ride around the property every morning and watched more television and movies than I ever had in my life. I spent two hours each day with Leo. He was there to teach me how to speak the proper English, lose the thick southern accent and acquired slang. Drew thought that it was unattractive. I didn't mind it and I liked learning. I had never had a teacher that took interest in me. I only did what I needed to do in school. Most of the kids around there didn't even graduate. I probably only made it because it meant that nine months of each year, I could get away from my house and my family.

A doctor had come and given me a shot of something that Rebecca had explained was for birth control. Two weeks after that Drew came home. I didn't know he was coming. It was almost nine at night, and I had just gotten out of the pool and entered the house as he entered the same room. His eyes scanned my body, and I pulled the towel over my midriff and breast, trying to cover my bikinied body.

”Move the towel,” he demanded. I watched Rebecca scurry from the room.

It was the first night that he slept with me the entire night. He directed me to get cleaned up and ready for bed, telling me that he would see me in a few minutes. I took a hot shower, and he was waiting for me when I entered the bedroom.

”You could have left the clothes off,” he said, standing and coming to me. He slid my nightgown over my head, and smiled when he saw that I wasn't wearing panties. I hadn't done it for him. They were laying on the bed because I had dropped them when I picked up my night clothes. I wasn't going to explain that part to him though.

”You have been a very good girl. You haven't touched yourself at all.”

”How do you know that? You weren't here.” I asked, boldly.

”You are always on my laptop. It doesn't matter where I am. I was really hoping to spank you,” he said as he kissed the corner of my mouth.

Jesus, v.a.g.i.n.a, chill out.

I didn't speak. I could already feel myself becoming wet and swollen in antic.i.p.ation.

”Do you like touching yourself?”

I moved my eyes to his and shrugged one shoulder.

”Did you touch yourself in your little dumpy trailer back home?”

I nodded.

”Speak up or I am going to have to spank you.”

”Sometimes,” I answered.

”Show me,” he said.

You have got to be kidding me.

I didn't move, not knowing what I was supposed to do.

He moved me to the little sofa in the sitting area and I sat down. ”Pull your legs up,” he said and I did. He moved my feet out further, exposing me all that he could, and then ran his fingers right through the middle of my s.e.x.

”You're always so f.u.c.king wet,” he slid the desk chair right in front of me. ”Show me how you please yourself.”

I rubbed my fingers between my legs, embarra.s.sed, sliding my essences up to my c.l.i.t. I watched as he too grabbed his erection and stroked it through the dress pants.

”Don't come until I tell you to,” he said, not taking his eyes from my penetrating fingers.

How the h.e.l.l am I supposed to pull that off?

I was careful not to rub too firmly, not wanting to find out the consequences if I had an o.r.g.a.s.m. I started to squirm after I watched him take his rock hard p.e.n.i.s in his hand and stroke himself. I needed to come, and it was starting to be inevitable. It was going to happen. I stopped my fingers from moving when I knew it was almost too late.

”Don't stop,” Drew demanded.

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