Part 11 (1/2)

”Drew I have to. You told me not to come.”

”I still don't want you to come yet. Keep rubbing it,” he demanded. He took his thumb and pulled my right lip out, exposing me more.

My head dropped, my eyes closed, and I moaned. I was spent and couldn't control it a second longer. Drew didn't say anything as I rubbed my shuddering c.l.i.toris, coming down from my long awaited high.

When I opened my eyes to look at him, he was wearing that stupid smirk, and I knew that he was glad that I messed up.

”You didn't listen, Morgan,” he spoke.

”I tried,” I pleaded my case.

”I don't think that you did. I think that you wanted me to spank you.”

I shook my head back and forth, but if I was being honest with myself my c.l.i.t had already started to throb again at the thought of being bent over his lap.

”Bend over in front of me,” he demanded.

I slid down the front of the sofa and bent in front of him. He rubbed my bottom and then spread me further open with his hands. He slapped my right b.u.t.t cheek and then rubbed away the sting. He did this several times, all while keeping my cheeks as open as he could with one hand. His feet went between my legs moving them further away from each other.

”Bring your hands back and open yourself for me,”

he requested.

What the h.e.l.l?

I did as I was told and spread my a.s.s cheeks with my hands. He ran his fingers up my wet folds and to my a.n.u.s. I wanted to moan, but didn't dare. I didn't know if I was allowed to do that.

”You want my finger in here, don't you?” he asked as he traced my entrance.

f.u.c.k no...

”Yes,” I answered with the answer that I knew he wanted.

I heard him laugh a little. ”Tell me what you want.”

Oh G.o.d.

”I want you to put your finger in my a.s.s,” I replied, with my eyes already tightly closed, waiting for the intrusion.

”Relax your muscles,” he demanded as I felt his finger trying to gain access.

How the h.e.l.l am I supposed to do that? You have your stupid finger in there.

I lay there totally exposed and under Drew's control, thrusting his finger in and out of my r.e.c.t.u.m. It wasn't bad after a bit, and I was just waiting for it to be over. He moved his erect p.e.n.i.s to my c.l.i.t and began pus.h.i.+ng and circling, causing a building deep in my core to initiate. I moaned and pressed myself back toward him, wanting more compression on my swollen essence.

”Don't come,” he whispered to my hair.

What the f.u.c.k?

Thank G.o.d he had other plans for me, and eased up.

”Are you ready to have your p.u.s.s.y f.u.c.ked?”

Do I have a choice?

”Yes,” I again said what I knew I was supposed to say.

”Tell me.”

Really dude? Your hang-ups are starting to give me whiplash.

”I want you to f.u.c.k my p.u.s.s.y, Drew.”

”Go to your bed and spread your legs.”

I couldn't help but moan a little when he withdrew his finger from my a.n.u.s. I did what I was told and lay across my bed, spread eagle as I watched him undress. My heart had started to pound out of my chest at the antic.i.p.ation. I was trying to talk myself calm, reminding myself that it couldn't hurt any worse than the imposition on my b.u.t.t.

He walked toward me and grabbed both my legs, pulling me closer to the edge.

”You ready for my d.i.c.k to be in your p.u.s.s.y?” he asked, not looking at me, but only my wide-open s.e.x.

”Yes,” I answered in a deep breath.

I screamed and backed up at least a foot when he wasn't gentle at all. I felt the give and the pain that came with the forced diffusion that was almost excruciating. He didn't care and pulled my legs back toward him. He didn't have to tell me not to come. I didn't want to come. I just wanted him to hurry up and spew out so that he would get off of me and leave my room. He took no compa.s.sion whatsoever as he pounded in and out of me. Finally, when I could tell that he was getting close I started to relax. He pulled me up and to the floor, and I knew that I was expected to take him in my mouth.

I didn't try to keep my mouth shut. I didn't turn away, and I didn't try to take him in the back of my throat.

I knew what I was supposed to do and I parted my lips, awaiting his flow. He must have lost the drive because he didn't come right away, and pushed me back to the bed.

He entered me again, thrusting frantically in and out of me and did the same thing when he was ready. I dropped to my knees and took his essence into my mouth as he rubbed it around my lips and tongue with the head of his d.i.c.k.

”Go clean up,” he demanded.

I went to the bathroom and dropped to the floor and cried. I knew he would see it on camera the next day, but I couldn't help it. I felt so violated and used. Once I had regained my composure and cleaned up the blood I went back to my bed, ready to sleep and be rid of him until the next time.

He was in my bed, and I stopped dead in my tracks. I didn't want him there. He patted the other side of the bed, and I got in. I stayed on the far side of the king size bed, and he never touched me. We slept in the same bed, worlds apart. He did wake me early before leaving for work and made me have s.e.x with him again. He again did the same thing, as he seemed to always do. As soon as he was close, he pulled himself to his knees and released in my mouth. Once again, I wasn't allowed to come.

Chapter 6.

”Riley!”

I didn't realize that Dawson was not on the bed with me anymore. Nor did I comprehend that I was touching myself or crying.

I sat up in one frantic motion. He sat on the edge of the bed and stared at me with an expression of revulsion.

”Are you okay?”