Everything felt like it was suddenly imploding, of all the times Corrie could have shown up and of all the days Dawson could have called. She knew there was a chance this could happen, that both could want her at the same time. She told herself she would always choose Corrie but again that was before their latest fight before he made everything so very clear.
Still, she found herself annoyed, after all the days she'd waited for Corrie and had wondered about Dawson ever showing up again. That they should both choose the same fucking day. What were the fuck odds...apparently pretty good. She let out a frustrated groan, she felt torn between the two...torn in general. Her life just felt like it was in a state of flux, no job and two guys that had her all twisted up.
She let out a heavy sigh and opened her eyes. She looked out the window and saw the sun was slowly beginning to set, various lights were turning on all over the city. Several minutes passed as they drove in relative silence, to which she was grateful. Given the events of the last few minutes, she needed a moment to think or not think. She wasn't sure which would be worse at this point.
She furrowed her brow, listening to the engine roar as he changed gears, weaving in and out of lanes. She watched the cars whiz passed almost as if they were blurs, she had no idea where they were going or even what they were going to do tonight. Normally that would have excited her, given what could happen, especially with a guy like Dawson but in this moment everything just felt of and out of control. She felt overwhelm.
So overwhelmed she debated canceling the date, but then what? Would she go home and hope Corrie was still there? Would she stay out, go see Tawnie or what, walk around...get into some other trouble? She didn't know right now, she didn't know anything. She just felt everything boiling up inside he like a swirling storm.
"Can I have a cigarette?" she asked, hoping it would help settle her down. Dawson didn't respond, she glanced at him, wondering if he'd heard her and then did a double take. He did not look like himself! Not at all! His suit was dirty and wrinkled, his hair messy. He had a five o'clock shadow and dark circles under his eyes, he looked like he hadn't slept in days...fuck it weeks. Slightly concerned, she raised an eyebrow and asked. "You okay?"
"Yes," he said quietly, staring forward, "I'm fine...fine...fine." He voice trailed off.
"Right," she said slowly, not believing him for a second,"You don't look fine?"
He clenched the steering wheel but didn't respond. She bit her lip, wondering why he'd called her, if he wasn't doing well. It was so bizarre, to see him like this. She knew she didn't know him all that well but so far he'd always been collected, well kept and cocky as shit. In this moment, it was almost like he was another person. She wondered if she should press him on it but the car began to slow. She looked around and saw they were pulling into the parking lot of a movie theater.
"Are we going to see a movie?" she asked.
He didn't say anything, he parked the car, turned it off and then just stared forward. Several awkward minutes passed as she waited for him to say or do something. She looked around idly then began to dig through her purse. She saw the cash in the bag and remembered she wanted to talk to him about it. "Oh, about the money you gave me!"
"Keep it," he said. He let his head sink and closed his eyes continuing. "I'm not paying you for sex. I'm paying you to do the things on my list. It's what I require."
"Oh," she said. She was going to return it, but given it wasn't for sex, she supposed it was okay to keep it. She could really, REALLY use it right now. "Okay, I mean, if it's not for sex then I guess it's okay to keep it. I just don't feel comfortable getting paid for sex."
His eyes flickered open and for a second there was a spark of something. "I don't see why, you'll already fuck anyone, might as well make a dime."
"I already told you. I don't fuck just anyone!" she snapped.
"Hmp, right" he scoffed.
He almost seemed like his usual self for second but then just as quickly as he'd perked up, he died down once more and the awkwardness continued. She sat for another few minutes looking around some. Eventually she sighed and said, "Soooo are we going to be doing anything tonight or what?"
He didn't say anything but finally moved, he got out of the car and she followed suit. He walked quickly and she had to speed walk, almost run, to keep up with him. He got two tickets to a movie and they went straight to their theater. He sat down in a seat in the middle at the very back. She sat down next to him but found this all a little confusing. What were they doing here? Were they really just going to watch a movie?
A few minutes passed and lights turned off as the movie screen lit up. It occurred to her then that no one could see them. She gasped, thinking they might get dirty in the dark, under the guise of watching the movie. She glanced at him, waiting for him to do something but he just closed his eyes. Over the next few minutes the previews played and then soon enough, the movie started.
She kept waiting for him to do something but eventually got into watching the movie. It was actually pretty good. Every so often she'd glance at him, but he hadn't moved an inch. She began to wonder if he was sleeping. It was weird! Why call her? Why take her to the movies if he was just going to sleep?
When it was over the lights turned back on, he just got up and left without a word. She followed him back to the car and they got in. She stared at him as he just sat there and stared forward once more. He was like a fucking zombie.
"You know? If you're sick or just not feeling like your usually self tonight, we can reschedule."
"No!" he snapped then just continued to do nothing.
She stare at him for a long moment and began chewing on her lips as she tried to figure him out. Maybe this was some new form of sadistic play, boring her to death or just confusing her all night? Or maybe this was just an off night. She supposed just like any relationship, it wasn't always going to be perfect. Who knows, maybe like her he wasn't always on. She wasn't always a masochist so maybe there were times he wasn't always a sadist. Maybe...maybe this was the compartmentalization, he'd been going on about and he was just on the wrong setting. Either way, whatever was going on, this was not how she thought the night would go.
To be fair, she hadn't exactly considered what might happen but after their last two times, she just assumed it was going to get more and more intense with him. He talked a big game and seemed like a flame burning out of control. Yet now… now he looked like a fire that was slowly burning out. They continued to sit there a good ten, maybe twenty minutes in pure silence. It felt like a fucking eternity. Eventually, she tapped her fingers on her lap and tried to make some conversation, anything to break the silence.
"Sooooo, how was that problem you had to fix?"
"I don't have problems!" he blurted out. She pulled back as he suddenly seemed unstable. He acted as if he'd just woken from a bad dream.
"Sorry! I meant for your job. You said someone messed up or something." she said trying to clarify.
"Oh," he said settling down some. "Fixed."
He cleared his throat, and she watched his eyes dart from side to side. She wondered now if he was on something and having a bad trip. Or maybe he was off something, she'd seen all those pill bottles he had. Maybe one ran out, she opened her mouth to ask but thought better of it after a few seconds. It really was none of her business. Instead she tried to stay on topic asking more about his work. Maybe she'd actually find out what he did.
"Sooo what ended up being wrong?"
"Wrong," he mumbled to himself then said, "Logistics."
"Logistics," she repeated. She knew what it meant but wasn't sure how it applied to his work problem. "What do you do again?"
He didn't respond but started the car. She felt a little on edge but at least they were moving again. He pulled out of the movie theater parking lot and they drove down town. He pulled up at a fancy restaurant and gave his keys to a valet. She got out and followed him into the restaurant. There was a bit of a line but he walked passed them all. He already had a reservation and the waiter recognized him at once. He took them to a dimly lit booth in the back corer of the restaurant.
She wondered what this place served but they only gave him a menu and the waiter only seemed to addressed him. Dawson looked over the menu as the waiter stood there and waited for him to order. She tried to glance at the menu, after a minute or two but Dawson closed it and handed it back. He ordered a full course for them and some wines. A full course turned out to be some six or seven different meals, slowly served over three hours.
It sounded like a lot of food but was really only two or three spoon fulls of food at a time. All the portions were just so tiny and made to look artsy. She supposed it was okay given she was wearing her corset, she didn't want to burst and of course she wasn't paying. Her mother used to say beggars can't be choosers, when she'd cook something up that Gwyne wasn't a fan of. Frankly she was surprised she bothered to cook given how many days were just awful for her.
Gwyne tried to stay upbeat over course of the dinner but waiting for each meal to arrive was the absolute worse. Dawson didn't speak, barely ate or even drank, he just sat there like a lump of coal. She ran her finger around the rim of her wine glass after the first two courses and noticed he kept staring at her. Like there was looking and then there was transfixed. He couldn't seem to take his eyes off her and had this intense look on his face. She had to keep looking around the room because every time she looked in his direction, she felt oddly unnerved, like he was fucking deranged or something.
She was so grateful every time the food came. She began to eat it slower and take smaller bites so she'd have something to focus on, other then how horrible this night was going. Dawson mostly just messed up his food, moving it around his plate, she maybe saw him take a bite but he kept his eyes on her the entire time. He glared at her as she took each and every bite. She felt so awkward again and a little annoyed. She gave up being with Corrie for his.
Fuck! She could have been at home right now, making up with him, eating chicken and fucking...fucking. Yeah that's all they would ever be doing...all they had been doing this whole time. She used to think they made love sometimes but what the fuck did she know about making love. All the times they'd been together and he'd get that look in his eyes. She swore he cared for her, loved her but just couldn't say. She knew now with certainty it was all just in her head...wishful thinking.
She grew depressed thinking of Corrie and being with Dawson. She drank several glasses of wine, trying to dull her frustration and lost her filter. As the waiter was finally serving their dessert, she turned to Dawson and outright asked him."Are we gonna fuck tonight or what?"
The waiter paused for a second, he hadn't looked at her all night but now turned red as he took her in. She knew she'd been blunt but at this point, she didn't fucking care. This relationship was suppose to be hot and wild sex...nothing but. He was suppose to do shit to her, not be shit.
Dawson flared his nostrils and looked beyond annoyed but she wasn't sure who with, her or the waiter, who just kept looking at her all excitedly….like she might fuck him. Who knows maybe she'd excuse herself to the bathroom and get some fucking action one way or another. She gave the waiter a flirtatious smile and Dawson nearly took his head off, with the sharpest glare she'd ever seen.
The poor young man didn't know what to do with himself, he quickly stumbled back and fucking bowed as if Dawson was some feudal lord. "My apologies sir, let me know if you need anything else." The waiter quickly turned then and practically ran off.
She let out a small laugh and drank some more wine. Dawson grimaced still side eyeing the waiter before he looked back at her, with that intense gaze of his, once more transfixed. She tried to focus on the dessert it was some sort of coconut concoction with cream and sponge cake, she wasn't sure, if she would like it, knowing how sweet things could be in the rich world. She took a small bite and her eyes lit up, out of tonight, this had to be the best part. She took another bigger bite and closed her eyes letting out a moan as it took over her taste buds. It wasn't too strong but it wasn't weak, it hit just right.
When she opened her eyes she saw Dawson had moved, he was practically on top of her, watching her expression with such intensely. She swallowed licked her lips and asked once more, "You sure you're okay?"
"Fine," he snapped.
She took another bite and he watched her, studying her closely. At this point she didn't care. It tasted so good, even though this was her first time having it, it was quickly becoming her favorite dessert of all time. It just tasted so good and the texture, every bit of it was magnificent.
As she swallowed Dawson suddenly took her plate.. He had his own fucking plate and she only had maybe two small bites left but he took it in one, eating it slowly like he'd had her poison test it for him or something. He mulled over the bite, his eyes glancing to the side and down before, he took his entire plate and finished it off. He quickly got the attention of the waiter and ordered two more servings and they arrived in less then a minute. She got excited thinking one was for her but he didn't offer her either plate. He finishing them off before sitting back. He seemed much more relaxed now letting out a heavy sigh.
She tried to stifle her frustration. She had really liked the dessert and wished she could have had more of it. All night dude wouldn't eat then fucking finished off her dessert and had three more plates of his own. He seemed to have some serious issues when it came to sweets. She slowly sipped her wine and looked around the room some more.
After a few minutes, she tried to make some conversation once again. "So you like the dessert?
"It was alright," he said quietly.
For alright he sure seemed to wolf it down...that thing had been amazing, no the fucking best! She'd never tasted anything like it. She considered ordering some for herself but knew it was probably super expensive and didn't want this meal going on any longer then it had to. She tried to move on and let it go. She just casually sipped her wine and waited for the next thing they'd do hoping the night might improve but at this rate she doubted it.
He rested for a few minutes then sat up and finished off his glass of wine. He ran a hand through his hair and then asked, "Are you enjoying yourself?"
"I guess," she lied, knowing full well she wasn't. "Tonight has just been strange, I'm not exactly sure what we're doing."
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Well "this" isn't normally what "we" do, you know."
"Oh right and you'd know from the what three times we've been together." he sounded agitated, "Excuse me for treating you with dignity. I thought you'd like to know what a proper date felt like for once."
Oh," she said.
Was that what tonight had been? Was this what he considered a "proper" date? What had their first date been? He'd taken her to that water restaurant, did that not count? That had seemed like a proper date and way, way better date then this one. She was glad cause if this had been their first date, there would not have been a second one. She definitely wouldn't have gone home with him.
She probably would have excused herself to the bathroom and took off by the second course. She didn't mean to be so callus but dude had been moody as shit all night, slept through the movie and just kept glaring at her through dinner like some deranged psychopath. What kind of date was that?
Also treating her with dignity? What the fuck was that about? Usually he was all about humiliation and pain. He was a sadist! He made it clear from the beginning this relationship wasn't going to be fucking normal. Now he suddenly wanted what? What the fuck was this? She was more confusing then ever.
She let out a heavy sigh then cleared her throat then said, "I thought you made it clear what this was? And wasn't? Like this is suppose to be just sex, like weird ass rough sex."
He looked at her with sad eyes and furrowed his brow. He seemed troubled… uncertain. Again, it was such strange look for him, given how overly confident he always was. He looked down and off to the side. After a moment he began to quietly mumble. "I know, but I guess I..."he cut off. She waited for him to continue but he didn't.
Several minutes of awkward silence passed. "You guess what?" She asked looking at him intently. She leaned in closer to him, trying to understand what he was going on about and they locked eyes. He stared back at her soo intensely! Those ice blue eyes of his could be so fierce. Her breath caught in her throat as she was taken aback. He lifted his hands and they were shaking. He got this strange look on his face... one of utter desperation. He looked truly disturbed.
Oddly enough, she'd seen this look before. Over the years she'd gone with Tawnie a few times to pick up drugs. She'd seen people wandering about. Some had looked so aimless and sad. A few had looked beyond desperate, asking any passer by for cash so they could feed their addiction and get high again. He... right now Dawson looked like an addict. He definitely had to be on something or off it.
He reached out to her but she instinctively pulled back. When she did his eyes twinged and he was instantly angry. He clenched his fists and looked like he might hit her right there in the restaurant but he quickly tore from her gaze. He folded his arms on the table and buried his head in them. Dude was fucking all over the place and really freaking her out.
She didn't know what to think or what to do? She didn't know him well enough to know what he needed right now but clearly he needed something. She pulled away even more, scooting in her seat. Maybe she should suggest he get some help or something. Maybe see a doctor or a therapist.
"WOULD YOU NOT!" he snapped and she froze.
"Not what? Move?"
"NO!" he cried. He continued his voice sounded muffled through the table and his arms. "Look at me! I can't stand looking at those dumb doe eyes and that fucking face of yours anymore."
"Right," she said slowly turning away from him.
She felt like a fucking idiot, here she was worrying, trying to think about what to do and he was insulting her. He'd said worse shit to her and had said he didn't like her face before even teased about her covering it up or marking it up but it was all while they were messing around. People always said the weirdest shit while messing around. Yet here in this moment, he really sounded serious, like this wasn't messing around, he couldn't actually stand the sight of her face. Well fuck him! He was acting like a fucking child, having a tantrum.
He slowly began to ease up and come undone, lifting his head up but he didn't look at her. He just stared forward."I...I want this...to continue," he spoke very slowly like he was just deciding in this moment. "But it just...bothers me s-."
"Right." She said cutting him off.
She rolled her eyes and let out a haughty puff of air. Just because he'd decided he wanted to continue THIS, didn't mean she wanted to. Not with the way he'd been acting tonight. She'd never met anyone like him, in so many fucking ways now. He was the most intense person she'd ever met, but also the first person she'd ever been with, who'd gone from fucking awesome to complete shit in ten seconds flat.
She was beyond disgusted and disappointed in him. Things had started off so great... Okay things had been weird as shit but there were moments that had been so fucking great. They'd done shit she'd never done before, she discovered shit about herself she never knew and they had talked about things she'd never told anyone. This relationship really had been unlike any other but it was now quickly fizzling out and falling apart. The second one this month. She wished she had a fucking cigarette right now.
"Do you even hear yourself?" she snapped digging through her purse, in hopes of finding a cigarette or maybe some gum, anything to take this awful fucking taste out of her mouth. "Do you know how rude that sounds?"
"I know." he said quietly then louder so loud others in the restaurant looked over at them "I KNOW!" She paused her digging and looked at him as he continued, still staring forward "We have to be able to come to some sort or arrangement." His voice was quiet again. She almost had to strain to hear him. He scratching his face then perked up having an idea. "I'll pay you ten thousand dollars to wear a mask!"
"WHAT!" She said super loud. Again they got more side eyes from others in the restaurant but she didn't care. Her eyes nearly popped out of her head at what he'd just said. He couldn't be serious and yet...yet she knew he was! Dude was fucking crazy! "Seriously." she hissed.
"Yes! I have one in the car, it's light goes on like a sock down to your neck. You'll still be able to see, eventually we'll get one with the mouth open but for now it should do." She just looked at him like he was out of his mind cause he fucking was! He went on, "I'm not paying you for sex so you should be fine with it, ten thousand in cash."
"In cash," She gasped. He had fucking ten thousand in cash. Alarm bells were going off, she knew she shouldn't even be considering this. She should walk, no run the fuck out away. Five thousand was already a lot to have in cash, ten thousand was like insane. He just kept talking. "I know you could use it and you'll get plenty of cock and I'll be in a better mood, I swear."
She closed her eyes this was so fucked up but wasn't that what she liked, to get fucked up? She knew this was on a whole different level but really when she thought about it... this was nothing. Compared to all the shit she'd already done with Dawson. So he wanted her to wear a fucking mask, no big deal.
She honestly really could use 10k, but who couldn't right? Finding work hadn't been easy for her, fuck it was the reason she and Corrie had gotten into their latest fight. If she got this money, it would really help things. She'd still look for a job mind you but it would give her some much needed cushion. She'd been worried about dipping into the 5k, now it was hers and with 10k. She'd have fuck 15 k in cash.
She bit her lip, still conflicted but reminded herself it wasn't for sex. It was weird. Tawnie said some guy once paid her five hundred to sit on a cake. This was kind of like that just easy cash for something simple. She'd get cash, cock and hopefully he'd stop acting like a complete lunatic. Really what did she have to lose? If things got too weird for her she'd just bail, no problems... no worries.
Still, she wondered if she was taking advantage of him. He didn't seem to be like his usual self tonight. He could be having some sort of mental breakdown or midlife crisis. Plus… plus he had fucking issues with her face? Like he didn't want to see it. The guy she was fucking didn't want to see her face. He just wanted her body. How degrading was that and not in the fun way. Her self-esteem had taken a lot of hits lately, this probably wasn't healthy but fuck none of this was.
Still this was too much money to pass up. She shook her head repulsed with herself but asked "How long would I have to wear it?" She couldn't believe she was seriously considering this. It had to be the wine but she knew it wasn't. She'd lost her filter but not her fucking mind, no not yet.
"Whenever you're with me."
"Soo what... even in public? That's gonna look a little weird."
"Hmm, yes, well maybe I can get you big sunglasses or another masquerade mask for when were out. You didn't mind that the other night. Either way, It would have to be something tasteful that wouldn't stand out too much." He shifted his eyes from side to side thinking.
She finished off her wine glass then sat back. She knew she should probably think this over more but really didn't want to. Tawnie would have already taken the cash and been out in the parking lot asking for the mask, snapping her fingers and tapping her heels, Gwyne chuckled to herself. This really wasn't much of an ask, the benefits defiantly outweighed the cost… right?
She paused for a moment then shut her eyes and quietly said "Okay, whatever I'll do it."
He got all excited then, when she opened her eyes, she could see his mood shift all at once. He got this dumb smile on his face. "Yeah, you'll do it?"
She shrugged. "For 10k, in cash, yes! And I'd rather have you be, like yourself or at least not this. No offense but tonight you've just been moody as shit and I've got a lot going on in my personal life right now. I'd just like this... us to be an escape. So if this gets you in gear or whatever, fuck it."
He nodded then got up. He grabbed hold of her hand and they practically ran out of the restaurant. She worried they were running out on the bill but the waiter spotted them on their way out and didn't seem to have a problem with them just leaving. He must have already paid or had something set up. Outside Dawson gave the valet his ticket and the car was brought round in a minute or so.
She could see Dawson was nearly bursting with excitement. He opened her door for her and she got in. He ran around the car then got into the driver seat and hit the gas. They sped out of the parking lot and he drove them to another empty one, a few blocks away. He parked and quickly popped the trunk, jumping out of the car.
She let out a heavy sigh and got out. She stood off to the side with her arms crossed as he dug through his trunk. It didn't take him long to pull out a solid black cap. She stepped up closer to him and saw he also had some large guns in his trunk, along with several thick wads of cash. He took two of them and handed it to her. She didn't take it. She just looked at him. She didn't think he was going to pay up right fucking now. Why the fuck did he have guns and this much cash in his trunk!
"You can count it but it's all there," he said, thinking that's what was holding her up.
"No that's okay," she said taking it. She stuffed it into her purse, it almost wouldn't fucking close. For a moment she just stood there thinking of how surreal this was. That she had 15 k in cash in her purse and this guy had even more in his trunk with guns. There was no way he didn't do some dubious fucking shit.
"Listen uh...you're not a bank robber, right?" She half joked.
"No but I enjoy your guesses, drug dealer, bank robber, perhaps in another life but my job isn't something so glamours."
"I wouldn't say this is glamorous," she said as he handed her the mask. "Seriously I'm like freaking out here!" She put her foot down. "I need to know what you do! Like I need to know you aren't doing illegal shit, right? I don't want to get in trouble."
He chuckled."Uhh, don't worry about it. I'm not doing anything "illegal" and I promise you wont get in trouble."
"But why do you have all this shit in your trunk, cash and guns?"
He sighed seeing she wouldn't let it go. "Let's just say, I work in the private sector, where discretion is prized, Gwyne."
"Okay…" she said. "You're not like a spy or something?"
He chuckled then said "If I was I couldn't tell you."
"Right," she said, not liking that answer. "But-"
"Enough buts," He said putting his finger to her lips. "Just relax, put on the mask and we'll have some actual fun tonight."
She still felt uneasy but a deal was a deal. She bit her lip and put the cap on her head. It was a bit of a struggle getting it over her hair but she managed to get it all tucked under before slowly pulling it down her face. She wasn't sure if it would still go to her neck with her hair up but the fabric was stretchy enough. It clung to her taking the shape of her face and stopped right at her neck.
Things were a bit harder to see, everything was much darker but she still manage to make things out. It felt so strange wearing a mask, the fabric was nice enough but she felt like she was gearing up to rob a bank She chuckled nervously to herself then took in a deep breath. She was able to breath easily enough to which she was grateful. She knew some masks could be hard to breath in.
She looked around some more getting used to things and caught her reflection in the cars window. It looked like she had no face...no head, like she was just a body. She wasn't sure how she felt about that but Dawson sure seemed to get off on it.
She could feel his "excitement" as he put his arms around her and pressed himself against her, "Yes...yes, you look so good, this makes things so much better, easier,"
"Easier?" she repeated.
"Yes," he said grabbing hold of her dress.
Before she could react he ripped it open, exposing her breasts right there in the parking lot. He kept going until he ripped her dress clean off. Now she was only wearing a corset, heels and this mask. He dropped the dress on the ground and ran his hands over the corset. She could tell he was pleased seeing she was wearing it. She was glad but also felt a bit freaked out, he'd fucking torn her clothes off in public. It wasn't the first time she was naked out in public but this was fucking downtown. It was dark but anyone could see her. They needed to take this somewhere else.
"Uh, we should- she said.
"Don't speak," he cut her off, still taking her in with his eyes. He grabbed her breasts up roughly squeezing and kneading them in his hands. He pulled on her piercing tugging at her sensitive nipples. Then stepped back and slapped his hand across her tits. They stung but she made no attempt to move. He did it again slapping her the other way, watching them bounce. She was still freaked out about doing this here but fuck was he getting her worked up. If it wasn't clear by now it would be that this was her thing.
All night she'd been frustrated, confused and bored out of her mind. Now she was fully alert pulsing with excitement. He'd gone from zero to sixty again, now this...THIS was a fucking date! This was what she wanted, how she liked him. He roughly moved his fingers between the lips of her sex. She flinched his fingers were cold and unexpected.
He grasped hold of her clit ring and tugged. He made her step up to him and twisted it ever so slightly until she let out a yelp. Her clit throbbed with pain and pleasure as he got so close to her. She could feel his breath in her skin as he towering over her. His presence suddenly seemed overwhelming. She suddenly became aware of how much taller and stronger he was. She let out heavy breathes of ecstasy as her body began to light up all over.
He sunk his middle finger into her hole and she took it with ease, ring and all, He wiggled it, swirling it around and said "This, this is much better, don't you agree?"
"Yeah," she said letting out a heavy erotic breath.
"What's that." he said adding a second finger.
"Yes." she cried as he began to finger fucked her right there in the parking lot. She wasn't exactly a fan of wearing a mask but she suppose she had her quarks too. She liked to be treated rough and get fucked up, if this is what he needed, to do what she needed, so be it. This felt so fucking great, everything that was bothering her just faded to the back of her mind and all that mattered was right here and now.
He got in her ear. "You are a right whore aren't you…a nothing fuck hole."
"Yes," she whimpered loving his dirty talk and the feel of his fingers roughly stirring her up. She felt herself building towards an orgasm but he pulled out after a few seconds.
He stepped back then asked "How hungry are you?"
She looked at him confused "We just ate? But I guess I could eat."
"No." he chuckled, "Not your stomach, your fuck hole."
"Oh," she said blushing "Ravenous as always, you know me."
"Show it to me." he commanded "Present it, offer it up to me."
She wasn't quiet sure what he meant. "Offer up my fuck hole? How?"
He laughed, "Spread yourself."
She move her legs apart opening up some and grasped hold of her wet lips. She spread herself. He ran the back of his finger over her clit and ring. "Now spread your hole. Make sure I can see how glutenous it is."
She moved her fingers lower trying to spread her entrance for him. She titled her hips forward and up so he could get a good look at it. She heard him gather up spit and release it, he hit her directly with a large wad. Fuck it was degrading! To offer her hole to him only to have him spit on it or in it, either way...she loved it. Fuck, she closed her eyes letting herself linger on the realization for a moment.
When she opened her eye she saw him glaring down at her hole. He nodded and said "Tonight I'm going to stuff it with cock."
Fuck yes she though finally! She got excited thinking he was gonna whip it out and do her right then and there but he didn't. He gave her sex a nice hard slap and she jolted letting out a moan. Then he grabbed her by the back of her neck. She let go of herself as he pulled her to him and kissed her passionately over the mask. He took her to the car then and practically shoved her into the passengers seat. He slammed her door shut then ran around to the drivers side and got in. He pulled out of the parking lot and away they went.
After a minute or two he ordered. "Keep your legs spread and touch yourself all over," he drove faster, "Rub your hands all over those fat tits and that hungry pussy of yours. Get yourself all worked up, you're about to get a fucking feast."
"Fuck," she said thinking he was going to fuck her all night. She did as he wanted rubbing herself all over as they were in traffic.
When they were stopped at a light, he pulled out some shit...take these," She took the pills without hesitation popping them under her mask.
"No holding back tonight" he teased, "I'm gonna see with my own eyes what you're made of. From this moment on you do as I say, you take what I give you, got it," he said swerving in and out of lanes.
"Yes," she said. "Whatever you want.
She got excited and kept touching herself. She really had thought this whole night was gonna be a wash and now who know what was going to happen. They went for a ride and she thought he was going to take her to his place or maybe that club they went to the other night but he parked in some underground garage of a fancy hotel.
He got out and ran around the car getting her door. When she got out he clipped her tits and clit with his chain leash. He yanked her to follow but reality hit her for a second. "Uh, is it okay to do this here? Like this isn't your place?"
"Shut up," he barked and slapped her across the face. She jolted causing the chain to jingle. It hurt but also felt good even the slap added it's own special sting...shit...it's own special sting. The shit she was thinking, was she really getting off on him hitting her. He pulled on her leash excitedly, she didn't have time to dwell on it and hurried to keep up.
He led her to an elevator and entered a code. They got in and went up several dozen floors. He stood behind her in the elevator and wrapped his arms around her tweaking her nipples and squeezing her breasts. She watched the number get higher and higher before the doors opened up to a long empty hallway. There were rows of hotel rooms. He took them to a room a few doors down and entered a code on the door. It opened and they went in to a large luxurious suite.
He unchained her and she was able to look around some. It was so fucking high up, maybe even higher then his place. The view especially at night with all the lights was amazing. The suite itself was like an entire apartment with several rooms. She'd never stayed anywhere this big before. She wondered why he'd taken her here, instead of his place. Maybe because it was closer and he couldn't wait to fuck? She wondered when he had rented it or if he always had a room booked.
She looked around a bit more, everything was just so luxurious, from the massive couch in the living room, with the fire fireplace that had already turned itself on, to the full bar and kitchen. She ran her hand over the counter tops, they had to be made of some type of expensive stone, they felt cool to the touch. After a minute or two she realized he'd gone off somewhere and she went room to room looking for him.
He was in a large bedroom that had its own bathroom attached to it. He was moving about the room strangely. At first she thought he was pacing, he'd step up to the master bed then away before stepping back. He kept moving around the bed in different directions and move things around the room. Every so often he'd lift up his hands and make a square, like he was lining up a shot. She wondered if he as going to be filming something...probably.
She watched him from the doorway, for another minute or so then finally he stood in the corner of the room, looked at the master bed and nodded to himself "Yeah, yeah this will work nicely." He took a comfy looking chair and moved it the corner of the room. He lined it up with a corner of the master bed at an angle then sat down. He stared at the bed for the longest moment then nodded once more, "Yeah, right here is perfect."
"Perfect? What are you doing?" she asked leaning against the doorway.
"Getting a front row seat," he said with a smirk.
He got up and took a baggy of something out of his pocket. She watched him line it up on a desk in the room then snort it. She pursed her lips afraid he was going to ask her to take a line. Usually she'd say no to the hard stuff but with him, she didn't know, if she could trust herself to say no or that he would even let her. Thankfully he didn't offer her any. Whatever he took seem to perk him up. He rolled his shoulders and stood up straight. He adjusted his suit laughed to himself then turned and ran up to her.
He lifted her up off her feet and she thought they was going to fuck her but pulled her into the room and spun her around. He let her slide down his body till she was back on her feet, then kissed her passionately over her mask again.
When he pulled back he took up her cheeks and said "You are my favorite toy."
He rushed off to the bathroom then. She followed him, standing in the doorway. She watched him piss then tidy himself up. He washed his hands then got his hair wet and neatly combed it back. He sprayed something on that smelt amazing and put some cream on under his eyes, to hide his dark circles. He washed his hands again and dried them off before searching the inside pockets of his suit jacket. He pulled out two thick wads of cash. As he put them into his pants pockets, Gwyne realized she'd left her purse in his car.
She hoped it would be okay, she didn't feel comfortable carrying around that much cash and didn't want to risk leaving it, wherever they ended up fucking. It was probably safer in his car. It was expensive, it had to have an alarm right and this place looked expensive too so it had to have some security. She was slightly concerned but not enough to mention it.
She ran a hand over her face and forgot she was wearing a mask for a moment. She noticed she felt slightly overheated, which was funny considering she was just wearing a corset. She continued to watch him, do maintenance on his appearance and thought he was looking better by the second...more like himself. When he was done he took off his suit jacket and folded it nicely before putting it over the chair, in the corner of the room. He got some pills out from a draw but didn't take them. He offered them to her and she popped them under her mask and into her mouth. It was a bit of a struggle to swallow her throat was dry.
"I'm a bit thirsty. Can I have some water or something?"
"Come with me." he said.
They left the room and went to the bar. He poured himself a glass of something and then two shots. He cut a fresh lemon and got some salt before pushed both glasses towards her "Do both."
"Both! Shit! I've already had a lot of wine. Do you want to get me plastered?"
"In more ways then one," he said pushing them forward some more.
"And, how do you expect me to drink them with my mask?"
"You can pull it up to your lips. I don't mind those."
She pulled the mask up then took the first shots and then the second "Fuck, fuck fuck," she said as it stung the back of her throat. She was grateful now, Tawnie had helped her work on her tolerance. Years ago Gywne had been a bit of a light weight passing out after one or two heavy drinks, now she could hold her own...at least for a little while. She still couldn't out drink Tawnie and Corrie had out drank her.
At the rate they were going, she was definitely gonna feel nice tonight but fucked up tomorrow. He moved into the living room area and turned on some music. She danced about as he sat on the couch and watched her, slowly drinking. She started to feel a buzzed and something more it felt good, real good. She went up to him wanting him to dance with her but he wouldn't get up from the couch. He just looked at her with this dark expression like he was deep in thought or something. She started toying with herself paying with her nipple rings, squeezing her breasts hoping to entice him but after a few minutes, she could tell he wasn't really watching her.
She tried to up her game, she turned around and bent over. She spread herself from behind wanting him to take her already. He said he wanted to stuff her with cock tonight so where was it. She turned back to him and he wasn't even looking yet again there wasn't even a tent in his pants. What the fuck was his deal? He seemed very distracted...fuck. She thought the night had improved but it was falling flat again.
When the next song ended he got up. He finished off his drink then came over to her. She reached out to touch him but he wasn't having it. He pulled away from her arms and grabbed her by the back of the neck. He roughly guided her back to the big bed room and roughly tossed her on the master bed. She got excited thinking it was time. She crawled to the head of the bed, got on her back spreading herself. She got ready for him to fuck her into oblivion but again...nothing.
He wasn't even at the end of the bed. He was off to the side. He picked up the rooms phone and she sat up, wondered what he was ordering. Was he hungry already? He smiled at her as he dialed a number then waited. "Yes, I'd like five men, fit, well hung and decent stamina, to room 3455B. Alright. Yes, Thank you."
He hung up and she looked at him strangely, thinking she misheard him. "What did you just order?"
"Cocks." He said excitedly. He ran a hand over his mouth and nodded to himself. "I'm going to sit back and watch every one of your holes get stuffed to the brim,"
"What." she said, her stomach dropping. She didn't like what she was hearing "I don't understand?"
He chuckled at her, cluelessness but made things clear."I just ordered five men to come up here and fuck your brains out."
Again she wasn't grasping it or maybe she was. She scooted to the end of the bed "Wait, what? Like actually guys?"
"Yes," he said, he sat down in the chair at the edge of the bed.
"To fuck me?"
"Yes," he said plainly.
"Uh," she ran a hand over her face, again touching the mask. She was starting to feel out of it and it took longer then it should have but it eventually hit her. She stood up thinking this was fucking unreal. A few minutes ago she was being bored out of her mind in a restaurant and now he wanted her to just fuck five random guys in a hotel room. There was zero to sixty and then there was a hundred fucking miles an hour. He had to be fucking joking right. She quickly stammered "Uh..uh...I thought you said no more randoms." Of course she hadn't listened but he didn't need to know that.
He let out a heavy sigh. "We went over this at the club." She paused vaguely recalling something but in this moment forgot just what he'd said about it. He went on "From now on, you don't pick who you fuck, I do."He sat back in the chair, "I keep thinking about that story you told me, about you fucking all those men in that bathroom and enjoying it. I need to see you like that, see what you become. I want to watch you lose control, get piled on and have everything filled up. It's not enough to hear what a whore you are. I need to see you in action, see how worthless you are with my own eyes." He started to stare off into space as he spoke, zoning out. It was clear he wasn't really talking to her. He was somewhere else.
She was so dumbstruck, she barely knew what to say. He was the first person she'd told that to. Again she never should have told him… why had she? She held her hand to her mouth. She didn't know why? She couldn't recall, she fretted, whatever her reason... it had been a mental lapse on her part, especially with this guy. His sadistic ass wanted to see her lose control.
She stammered to herself and to him "I...I don't want to?"
"What you want doesn't matter." he said plainly. He looked up at her "It's what I want that matters. What gets me off! What don't you get? You're nothing but a fuck hole, a sex doll to be used and abused however I see fit. I am your master now and your hole in mine to do with as I please."
"Uh, yeah," she said.
She knew he was her "master and all that" but honestly didn't take it literally, they...that was all just them messing around. It was some heat of the moment shit. Her head began to hurt, she was feeling intoxicated but also freaked the fuck out. People always did crazy shit when they were fucking, at least she did. Fuck, mid fuck she'd probably agree to a shit car loan or to just about fucking anything, if the cock was good enough, she'd lose her mind. She knew it was a bad habit to lose control like that but it was neither here nor there right now. She tried to stay focused but she was feeling blitzed. Her mind was racing and hear heart was pounding. Of all the times to pull this shit or maybe that's why he was pulling this shit….
"Listen," she said stumbling back. She felt a woozie and almost fell as her mind popped off at like a million miles a minute. She struggled to pick one or two thoughts at a time as they whizzed passed her but made things clear, "I'm fine being your personal "fuck hole" and everything but I'm not just gonna fuck five dudes."
He scoffed, "Like you haven't before."
"Yeah okay," she said stumbling forward. "I lost control and it was one fucking time...one of my worst I might add. And I'll have you know I was high and drunk as shit."
"I thought you were out of booze and drugs, that was why you were fucking them right," he said. "For the drugs and booze or was it really just to fuck?
"Fuck," she said scrambling to recall. Right, it had been for the booze and drugs, It was an awful memory to recall, her at her lowest. Fuck him for paying attention to every detail. Who paid that much attention to shit!
"Either way," he said waving her off, "You're nearly there."
"Not, nearly enough," she protested.
"Well, I don't want you completely wasted," he said, "What's the point of ordering five fucking cocks, if you're just going to pass out. I want you to enjoy yourself. I want you to feel every single one of them."
"Every single one." She repeated before running her hand over her mouth.
For a moment she found herself picturing it, her on the bed, surrounded by cocks. How long had it been since she'd been in a gang bang. She'd done two the other night, but it had been years since she'd done more then what, three at once. Five guys...five fucking guys, she'd never get a break, their would always be another cock waiting to smash. Fuck….this...this was crazy as shit beyond insane and yet she found herself tempted.
She could feel an excitement in her belly and that dark urge the need come over her. What a fucking whore she would be taking on five glorious cocks at once at the drop of a hat. No warning, just bam...bam...bam...bam...BAM! Her pussy would be so-
"NO! NO! NO!" She got scared. "I MEAN IT!" she shouted to him and herself. She had to put her foot down, five guys was too much for her. "I need you to listen, hear me I'm not joking around, were not playing" she said. "I'm not going to fuck five guys in a hotel room for your fucking amusement."
He leaned forward in his chair and gave her a look like she had challenged him. "You will. You are going to do whatever I want. I own you." he said plainly.
"You don't and I wont," she spat back defiantly.
He may have thought he owned her but he really fucking didn't. She didn't have to obey him! If she wanted to walk the fuck out she would. She turned on her heels and stormed out of the room but paused in the hall though suddenly unsure of where the front door was. She took a moment to look around and he popped up behind her. He grabbed the back of her neck and squeezed it painfully pulling her back into the room.
He got up close to her ear and roared. "Do I need to punch you in the face!"
"What," she cried trying to grasp hold of his arm. He was hurting her neck.
"Do I need to punch you in the fucking face to get you going? Is that what gets, you hot?" He said jerking her from side to side. He began slapping her around, her face, her tit, arms and stomach. They weren't light slaps either, the sound filled the room and her skin strung. She tried to get away from him but he held her tight.
He kept hitting her and at some point his flat hand turned into a fist and then he punched her in the face, landing a hit on her cheek. It sent her head to the side and he kept going. He punched her ribs, and boob, it hurt...it all hurt so badly. Each impact, each fucking blow, she could feel his rings as he crashed into her, beating her.
She cried out nearly hysterical. "NO STOP IT!" she, tried to fight and struggling to get free of him. He punched her hard in the back and she fell to her knees as pain rippled through her. He didn't give her a moment, scooping her up on her feet. He wrapped his arms around her from behind.
She struggled to get free of him but he darted his hands between her legs and grasped hold of her clit ring. He tugged up on it and she froze, her heart skipping a beat. She knew he could really hurt her...could fucking tear her. Now that he had her full attention, he continued in her ear.
"You're a dumb slut, a worthless whore, nothing but a fucking hole that takes what its given. Stop denying it, fighting it, stop pretending you're anything more. You know what you are! What you want!"
He grabbed her breast and roughly squeezing it as he toying with her clit ring. Her clit began to throb madly. She gasped, moaning, even now, even as hurt, upset, confused and scared as she was, she was getting wet. Why the fuck was she getting wet! He'd just fucking beat her! What was wrong with her. WHO GOT OFF ON THIS! She did... she did, and he knew it.
She fell silent sniffling feeling sick to her stomach. Some sick part of her- NO! She couldn't keep denying it and separating herself into parts like it was some justification...like it was okay because not every part of her wanted it all the time. Sometimes she was normal right, sometimes she didn't want this so she wasn't that messed up, wasn't that damaged...broken. Yet no matter what she said, no matter how much or how little, she liked this...wanted this.
She was addicted the pain as much as she was the pleasure. She got off on being, used, abused, humiliated, degraded and rough up. She liked this hurt, liked the sting it would bring along with the endorphins. It was a release like no other. No drug, no amount of booze could ever sate her...her eternal craving the way this could. She trembled feeling so overwhelmed with everything. Her thoughts were so clear so real and then so indecisive. She'd never been so real with herself.
She'd had these thoughts before had made similar connections from time to time but forgot, made excuses or asked herself why. She couldn't understand why she was like this, why she had this need but in the end it didn't matter why. She just needed to accept...accept...
It was all too much too heavy bear. It was like the expanse of universe was falling in on her. She started to cry. She felt like she'd had a mirror thrust into her face and she didn't like what she saw but couldn't deny it or look away any longer. She closed her eyes and went limp in his arms, wanting to sink to the floor and disappear but he held her up.
"That's it, let go," his voice was suddenly soft, soothing. "Calm down."
He began to gently kissing the back of her neck as she sniffled and babbling, "I don't...these guys...this is a lot. This is just so...I'm messed up."
He chucked as she internally struggled with herself and reminded her. "It's pointless to struggle. I told you before Gwyne, I am your fucking nightmare. I am going to wreck you. If I want to fuck you, I'll fuck you. If I want to stuff you with shit, I'll do that. If I want to put you in a room with five throbbing cocks then I will. Your fuck hole is mind to do with as I please. You don't have a choice."
"I…" She didn't know what to say at this point. In the last few minutes she'd come to a lot of "dark realizations" but really it didn't matter. She knew, whether she wanted to or not, he was going to make her do this and she would. "FUCK! FUCK!" She hissed to herself. This guy...this guy, she opened her eyes slowly rolling them around. She didn't understand how this guy was the same guy who less then an hour ago was acting like a moody child, throwing a tantrum. She'd nearly lost all respect and attraction for him at the restaurant and now he was in charge and had her wrapped around his fucking finger...literally. He tugged at her clit ring, toying with her and she hissed yet again. "FUCK,"
"Yes," he chuckled. "You will, a lot. Frankly I'm surprised at you, that you made this some big deal, it not anything new to you, right? You go out all the time looking for cock."
"Not all the time," she said turning her head to the side. "Only when, I really want it or need it and I usually decide, who I fuck."
"You needn't burden yourself any longer," he teased. "I'll provide plenty of cock for you in time. Anything you need Gwyne, I'm your master, money, cock, pleasure, pain or whatever. I want you to come to me for everything," he said squeezing her breast and kissing her neck. "I'll take care of you. I wont walk out on you."
"Fuck," she said feeling so strange. She knew he wasn't bluffing now. He'd said loads of crazy shit but now he was backing it up, five guys really were coming to fuck her brains out. "Five...why five," she asked as he licked her neck.
She started to stand on her own again and he pulled his tongue away from her skin. He laughed and said, "Did you want ten or twenty? Maybe one day but I thought we'd start out light."
"Uh, five isn't light, one is light." she said.
"One for a whore like you? Shit! Three wouldn't even make a dent, you've probably been with what, five hundred guys by now?"
"PFFFT, there is no way," she scoffed. He was always trying to inflate her numbers, making her seem like a bigger whore then she was. "Shit, five hundred."
"Do the math," he chimed. "When was your first cock or should I say cocks that's two, then what let's say half the guys on your campus. How big was your campus, lets say a hundred, and that professors, some randoms at parties, a hundred or so there, all the men you did on the road is what another hundred, with your sex games. Those twins, that haul in the bathroom, let's say fifteen maybe twenty walk ins there and then what a few dozen or so a year for the last few years. Plus all the men you don't know about?"
"Don't know about?" she said confused.
"Fuck Gwyne," he said haking her, "You're so fucking careless, I wouldn't be surprised. You like to get wasted right? Booze up? Drugged out? How many times have you passed out around countless strangers at parties and on streets. How many times do you think men have come across you're hole and taken advantage. How many times must you have been passed around the room, ever wake up full of cum or surrounded by condoms, ever black out and wind up somewhere else, not remembering a thing?"
She furrowed her brow. She hadn't really thought about it but there had been times... some nights, she'd passed out drunk off her ass, or woken with no memory. There were times she'd woken in strange places, beds, staircases, on the floor, in bathrooms and under a bed once ore twice. One time she'd woken up sore as shit, in a closet after this really crazy house party. She had a few used condoms around her but she hadn't thought much about it. She never thought about it, she was always focused on her walk of shame, getting out of there and cleaned up.
He went on. "Mind you, my number is probably generously low but you've got quiet the nasty hole. I'm surprised it's still in as good of shape as it is and that you haven't caught something. You've been fortunate but it wont last at the rate you're going. What are you only twenty five... fuck."
"Fuck you," she spat.
She got angry suddenly, she wasn't sure if it was at him or at herself. She'd never done the math before. She knew she was a slut but always told herself it was fifty or sixty maybe over a hundred by now. There was no way it could be so high as five hundred but with the shit he was saying fuck... She tried to pull free of him again, not wanting to think about it.
She struggled but he just pulled up on her clit reminding her who was in charge. She froze up once more and he continued "Don't get me wrong Gwyne, I'm not shaming you here. I'm just pointing out five more wont even be a drop in your bucket. Maybe I should have gone with ten." He sighed, "Fuck filled the room, would that have been enough for you? Once we get you into porn, we'll see how high we can get your number up. Trust me it's going to soar, with my guidance and a body and appetite like yours. If you don't fall apart we might be able to go for a world record."
"Screw you." she cried getting more and more upset. "I'm not doing porn and I'm not doing this!"
"Oh you will and so much more," he said, "I'm even going to make you sell it, now that I know it's a hang up for you. Yeah, I think we'll have you wear a nice little sign, offer it up for a dollar a pop to anyone. Might still be too steep of a price for you considering you give it out for free."
She couldn't believe him. One minute he was trying to coax her into fucking these guys the next he was grinding her down. This guy was fucking nuts and she was nuts to listen to him. Just because she...she liked this shit, didn't mean she needed to get it from just him. The things he wanted to do to her. "You're horrible."
"Thank you," he said taking it as a compliment. "I know,"
"It wasn't a compliment." She spat.
"Doesn't matter. It doesn't matter what you say," he said not bothered. "Again you say one thing but you're body clearly defines another. At the end of the day you were made for this Gwyne, conditioned to be a whore….my whore. Just look at your sloppy hole drooling all over my hand and the floor. It can't wait for all the things I've got planned."
She looked down at herself she was fucking dripping. She knew she liked this shit but he must have given her something to get her going to that much more. "Fuck you," she hissed.
"Oh, I will. I'll give it to you... eventually, after, once you're all cleaned out."
She turned her head to look up at his face. He eased up on her clit ring and allowed her body to turn some. He smiled down at here and she grinded her teeth. There he was again, his cocky fucking self, the smug look even in his tired eyes. She'd preferred him like this ...right. She knew, she did.
"Fuck," she cried.
"I'm beginning to think that is your favorite word, to be fair it's mine too,"
"Screw you!"
"That's a good one too but doesn't have the same...umph to it, you know not like fuck...Fuck! FUCK!" he laughed.
"This is so crazy," she said.
"You're getting excited just admit it," he said "You don't have to be ashamed Gwyne, I see you...truly see you. This right here," he said shaking her body about. "Is who you are, what you are. I saw how bored you were tonight, when I took you on a proper fucking date and treated you with respect. That's just not the life for you! We both know you're not that kind of girl. You were never meant to be anyone's girlfriend, wife or mother. No tonight...tonight, I'm giving you a glimpse of your future. Right now your damaged still living the lie, still pretending you can be something your not but once you're broken...this...what happens tonight will be your life, you'll never be able to pretend again."
She scoffed at him, her mood shifting again. He was so fucking full of himself what did he know. She had already come to her own realizations tonight. She'd just had a good look at herself in the mirror, but he was the last person she was going to tell… knowing him now, knowing what he might do with any information she gave him.
Her head ached as she bitterly mocked him. "You call that a proper date? I'll have you know I've been on plenty of "proper" dates and they've all been just fine. You just suck at it! You can't even hold a decent conversation that doesn't involve sex."
"Right," he chuckled but his voice sounded annoyed as he continued. "You can't even keep your legs shut for more then five minutes. Bet you and your cuck go out all the time and just "talk."
"We do actually, unlike you he knows how to have a conversation." she said "Well did."
"Did? Oh did you two break up?"
"No," She said.
She knew she messed up saying did. Why had she said it? Maybe because their relationship had changed. Her head space was all over the place and yet insightful, whatever she was on... was fucking amazing. It made her see things so clearly now. It cut out all the bullshit. Things weren't ever going to be the same with Corrie again, the lies...her lies to herself had been shattered. Going forward, if there was a going forward, she could no long tell herself he loved her. She could-
"Then what," He said grabbing her chin, even if he couldn't see her face, he made her look in his direction pulling her from her introspection. She really hoped she wouldn't forget any of this shit in the morning. This was the most progress she made in fuck years. She laughed.
"What's so funny?"
"I don't want to get in to it, not with you."
"Fine, whatever," he scoffed. "The two of you will eventually break up, anyway."
"No we wont," she choked. A second ago she was confident feeling she understood how things were but even the mention of them really breaking up still caused an upset in her chest.
"Yes you will, it inevitable, "he said. "He's not enough for you."
"And you are," she hissed.
"Yes," he hissed back. "Unlike him, I can control you and tame that glutenous hole of yours. With him, you'd just keep seeking out more cocks, more dangerous situations, getting worse and worse until you ended up dead or on the streets. And tell me, what supposed "good man" is really gonna want more with a whore who will fuck anyone."
"I'VE TOLD YOU I DON'T FUCK JUST ANYONE!" she cried.
"But you do," he said, "You can't help yourself. Why I bet you get so hungry sometimes, you walk the street at night half naked, flashing your hole to strangers, looking for cock."
"I don't do that!" She glared at him."I know what I am and what I'm not. I may be a masochist but you keep making me out to be some uncontrollable nympho but I'm not."
"You will be. You're barely holding it together now. Soon enough you'll be out of control, but I'll put you in your place, keep you on a tight leash" he said grabbing hold of her nipple rings. "When I'm done with you, you'll obey me completely. You'll do what I want, when I want, with whomever or whenever I want. My wish, really will be your every command."
She just looked at him clearly he was living in some fantasy land. "Delusional much. I never agreed to all that.
"YES, you did," he said. "The moment you gave yourself to me. I am your master and you are my fuck hole."
"Whatever, I was messing around" she said rolling her eyes. "You really think you're the first guy I've "given" myself to." It was pathetic but true.
His eyes lit up and he snatched her neck up in his hand squeezing it tightly. He drew her in and yelled in her face "NOT WHATEVER! DON'T DISMISS ME BITCH! UNLIKE YOU I'M NOT MESSING AROUND! I MAY NOT BE THE FIRST BUT I WILL BE THE FUCKING LAST! I FUCKING MEAN IT WHEN I SAY I OWN THIS HOLE!"
He sunk his fingers into her and started furiously finger fucking her. It felt like so much was happening, her mood, her thoughts were all over the place and so was he. She cried out but didn't jerk away at his roughness, embracing it. She was so wet now from him toying with her so much. She wanted it, really wanted him shut up and send her over the fucking edge into euphoria.
"Look at yourself, trying to act all superior, you're already soaking wet, just imagine what's to come," he said slowing his fingers down, "Five men, are coming up her to pummel that pathetic hole of yours. One after the other is going to be stretching it out...bruising it up, all before my eyes, on my command. Even when you've had enough and are a writhing mess, I'll make them keep going. I wont let them stop until I'm satisfied and you know what you are!"
He let go of the front of her neck and grab the back of it. He turned her towards a large mirror at the back of the room and said "Really look at yourself," He gestured to the mirror. She turned her head and saw herself, though she didn't look like herself, with the mask on, she looked like some other woman. Her body was red and bruised battered, from him hitting her. She'd nearly forgotten. How could she forget what had just happened? It had to be the drugs and there was just so much going on. She kept looking at herself, how her corset pulled her waist and made her tits look like they were engorged, her pussy was dripping with her juices, she was already getting ready to fuck... her body anticipating five fucking cocks… fuck… fuck.
She was all over the place tonight mentally, emotionally and now physically, fuck, she was really going to do this! Do five random guys in a hotel room for her masters enjoyment. Her master...not joking... fuck. Her heart dropped as more realizations hit her and she'd finally accepted this was happening
"Okay," she whispered to herself.
He chuckled thinking she was talking to him. He tossed her onto the bed and poured himself a drink from a bottle in the corner of the room, "Like I need your permission." He drank it back and said. "Now here are the ground rules. Yes, whenever we're dealing with other there are rules. Not one word, to them. You only talk to me and only when I give you permission. I'll do all the talking, don't look at their faces only their cocks, from now on other men are just cocks and women are just pussies and you are just a hole. No names, no information, just straight up fucking"
"Condoms?" she quietly asked sitting up on the bed.
"No condoms, I want them cumming inside you as much as possible. I use a good service and even then if somethings slips through, the shots I gave you, protect against everything else. Part of the benefits of being rich you get the really good shit but it shouldn't matter, not that you would have stepped out on me right, since I said no randoms"
He had this tone in his voice, like he might know she had. She swallowed telling herself she was being paranoid, "Right, is it just gonna be my pussy or my ass too?"
He poured himself another drink and mulled it over. "They'll be fucking every hole more then a few times," he looked at his watch then realized what she was getting at. "Right, we should get you cleaned out."
He snapped his fingers at her on his way to the bathroom. She reluctantly followed but pointed out "You know were in a hotel room."
"My hotel room." he said. "It's fully stocked for whatever I or my guests might need. He got a kit out and set it on the bathroom counter, "Now do you remember how to use it or do you need me to assist again."
"No,"
"Alright, then clean yourself out, take care of any other business and go wait on the bed. I want you ready to take whatever I give you tonight. You can keep the mask at your lips too...they're gonna want blow jobs, to keep them going."
He slapped her ass and then left the room without another word. Alone she stood there for a moment, once again realizing this was happening. The last few minutes felt like a whirl wind. She'd been caught up in a chaotic storm. So many things had happened, thoughts, words and realizations. She couldn't keep track of them all now.
Out of all the things she thought she'd be doing tonight. She never would have guessed this. Of course she should have expected this by now...expected that if anything, her time with Dawson was always going to be unexpected. She picked up the kit and tried to read the instructions but her vision, her mind kept going in and out of focus. Tonight...tonight was definitely going to be something else. She threw her head back and said it once more. "FUCK!
A/N 08-15-2024(Warning)
I think you get where this is going but still heads up.
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