Part 16 (2/2)

”I need to know, Riley. Just think about one time that he punished you. Why were you being punished? walk me through it. Help me understand.”

I took a deep breath and thought about it. Maybe if I told him he would finally realize that I was too broke to fix. I contemplated a time that I had been punished. I had no idea it was going to be so real for me to talk about it.

The dreams were a part of my subconscious. It was inevitable for them to be so real. Talking about it wide awake was a different story altogether.

”One afternoon when he was home, he was in his office, and I wanted to ask him if I could go somewhere.”

”You had to ask permission to go somewhere?” he asked, running his finger up and down my arm.

”Yes. When I was growing up, I used to go to the local library for some solace, especially after they took Justin away. I tapped on his door, and he told me to come in. I was afraid to interrupt him because I wasn't allowed in his office.”

”Drew, I was wondering if it would be okay if I went to the library here,” I asked.

”Why?” he asked annoyed.

”I like to read, and I like spending time in the library,” I answered.

”No. Not yet. I will let you know when you deserve that privilege.”

”He dismissed me, and I left disappointed. I lived in an eight thousand square foot house, and had plenty to do, but I just needed out,” I explained.

Dawson didn't speak and continued to listen.

Chapter 8.

”That night after I had retired to my room...”

”You didn't share a room,” he interrupted.

”No, I never slept in his room, but he did stay in mine on occasion, but not often. Anyway, he had sent someone out to buy me an e-reader. That was when they were fairly new, and all that you could really do is read on them. He brought it to me and told me that he had already downloaded enough books to keep me busy for quite some time.”

”Did he know what you liked to read?”

I blew out a puff of air. ”He didn't care, but just wait, it gets better. First I had to do things to even get the e-reader.”

”Like what,” Dawson wanted to know. He wanted details, and wasn't letting me maneuver around them.

”Well, that particular night was actually mild. He made me undress and bend over his lap so that he could spank me for coming into his office.”

I felt Dawson tense beneath me, but he didn't stop me as I let my mind drift back in time, once again.

”You know you're not allowed in my office without me telling you to be there, don't you?”

”Yes, Drew.”

”And you also know that I am going to spank you now, right?”

”Yes, Drew.”

I didn't even wait for him to tell me what to do next. I slid out of my panties and my nights.h.i.+rt and lay across the bed and his lap. He rubbed my a.s.s a couple of times as he always did and began his ritual. He slapped me hard and then rubbed the sting away, purposely moving between my legs as he did. I could feel his erection on my hip, and he would ever so often, pull me toward it to so that he could grind into me. I tried to make myself not get wet. I would think about any and everything under the sun except for the o.r.g.a.s.m that I wasn't going to be allowed to have.

Once he was finished with his routine he told me to lay down and spread my legs. I did of course, and he rubbed my conspiring juices into me.

”You want it up the a.s.s don't you?” he asked, knowing that I would say yes, regardless of my true answer.

”Yes,” I whispered, and he flipped me to my stomach, roughly.

”Get on your knees,” he demanded and I did.

I felt his head touch my entrance.

”You want it, you take it,” he said, wanting me to push back into him.

I slowly moved back, trying to relax and press his erection into me.

”Awe, yeah, baby, take me in your a.s.s,” he said.

He always said perverted things to me which should have repulsed me, but didn't. It made me wetter, and I wanted him even more. I knew that it was a mind game and away for him to control me even more, knowing that he would be the only one to acquire any pleasure.

”Move me in and out now,” he demanded once I had him buried inside of me.

I did as I was told and rocked back and forth on his d.i.c.k. I was fine until he brought his fingers around and started circling my c.l.i.toris.

”Drew,” I begged.

”No. You were a bad girl. You came into my office. You are not coming,” he a.s.sured me as he tried even harder to bring me to bliss.

I clinched the comforter in both fists, willing myself not to come. I counted to one hundred by twos and then did it backwards. I wasn't going to give him the pleasure of knowing that I failed, again.

He finally gave up and pulled out of me. He lay down and told me to straddle him. I did, and he helped guide me over his shaft. I knew he only did it because he wanted to see the struggle on my face as he m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.ed me to o.r.g.a.s.m.

”f.u.c.k my d.i.c.k with your a.s.s,” he said as his fingers frantically rubbed my throbbing nub. ”Harder,” he demanded when I wasn't moving fast enough for him.

”Drew, I can't,” I begged for him to let me o.r.g.a.s.m.

”You don't want to disobey me Morgan,” he warned as he rubbed even harder.

He clicked his tongue and shook his head as I quivered above him, uncontrollably letting go.

”You just insist on defying me, don't you?” he asked, and moved me off of him.

He got up, went into my bathroom and cleaned himself up. He walked out still wearing his erection and clicked his tongue again as he left my room. I knew he would be right back. I just didn't know what he would be back with.

He came back with a new toy with two ends. I knew that both of my orifices would be taking it. One end was a pretty good size and the other had k.n.o.bs all the way down. He waved it at me, telling me to lie down and take my position. I did what I knew he wanted, and lay down, pulling my knees up and opened. He guided the new object into my v.a.g.i.n.a first and then moved the k.n.o.bby twin into my a.s.s. He then turned the k.n.o.b, causing a light vibration that I knew was going to make me come again. He ma.s.saged my c.l.i.t with his thumb and then made me suck my essences from it. He continued this for a few minutes while he moved the foreign object in and out of me.

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