Gwyne's heart raced as she kept expecting the elevator doors to open. She didn't know what she'd do if someone saw her like this. It would be so bad. She was naked, dripping with cum, being led around by her piercings. It was clear now that with Dawson she was going to get a lot of different experiences. She used to be up for anything and wondered if she could ever be that open again. She used to think experimenting declined with age but with age came wisdom, she supposed. The whole adage, when one door closes another opens. However right now it felt like all her doors were being kicked open at once, there were so many...many possibilities.
The elevator doors opened and she froze, she looked but didn't see anyone...they must have been on his floor. She saw a small entry way. He stepped out of the elevator and literally yanked her chain. She cried out feeling the her nipples tug and most of all her clit, it throbbed being jerked about so. He'd go slow, then pulled her faster, slow then some small yanks. It hurt but also felt so good. She'd never felt anything like this before.
Embarrassingly, she peed herself a little cumming as they got into his apartment. When she tried to stop to enjoy it, he hissed at her. "Come, Come on girl."
"I AM "cumming," she cried quivering with euphoria. She pumped and rotated her hips about as her orgasm tore through her "Uh...uhh...fuck."
He took a snap shot with his camera, "Look at your hole searching out cock again, tsk, tsk, can't even wait to get cleaned up."
He continued to lead her through his apartment, room by room getting her used to being led about. She was a little worried he'd over pull but he didn't. She was also scared they'd run into the staff but they seemed to be out or at least hiding at the moment. Maybe he'd given them the day off.
Once they were in his bathroom, he unhooked her. She rubbed her tits and then gently ran her finger over her clit. Everything felt sensitive and sore from being pulled about, "Fuck," she said, "You are messing me up."
"That is the idea," he said giving her a proud grin. He turning on the shower then opened his pill cabinet. "Let us see, let us see." He grabbed a bottle then took two pills dry. Then he took another bottle and got a pill but didn't take it, instead he turned to her. "Open," he said then showed himself opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue.
She knew better then to question him, she mirrored his action and took the pill swallowing it dry as well. He got another two pills and then another that was larger. He plopped them on her tongue one at a time and she swallowed them down. It was a bit harder taking the bigger ones dry but she managed. She wondered what he gave her just now...it felt so risky, she doubted any of these were "mints." She had no idea what he was giving her or what they were going to do to her but didn't care. Right now she would have taken anything he gave her.
He hummed as the shower filled up with steam. It was one of those fancy showers. It was the size of a small bathroom and had sprayers coming from every direction. She watched him undress, folding his clothes neatly before placing them on the bathroom counter. He took his time no doubt waiting for whatever they'd taken to go into effect.
She took a moment to admire him and noticed he had a few scars on his body...a few looked surgical but one over his lower abs didn't. It was a large gash like he'd been stabbed in the stomach or something. It had healed but left a nasty scar. She wondered about it, then again she wondered about everything with him.
She watched as he opened other draws and cabinets, pulling out various soaps and cleansers, everything seemed to have a place on his shower shelves. When things were finally set up, he offered her is hand and she took it, allowing him to lead her into the steam. Instantly she was hit with heat, sprayed at every angle by hot, hot water almost a bit too hot but after the chill of being hosed out it felt nice.
He lathered her up washing every inch of her body then washed her hair. No one had every washed her before, it was kind of nice. It was an interesting experience to have his hands running over every part of her. Once she was thoroughly scrubbed, he rinsed her off, then grabbed a bottle of something. He put the tip of the bottle at her entrance and she wondered what he was doing. Did he want her to fuck the bottle?
He inserted it then began to spray something. It caught her off guard, she jerked away and nearly fell. He caught her and held her still giving her a grin, "Trust me,"
"Not on your life," she hissed but held still.
"Then on yours," he teased.
He inserted the tip of the bottle again, holding her still as he sprayed some white foam or cream inside her. It felt like she was being filled up with whipped cream, it felt so strange… cold. He filled her up to the brim whistling, like he was filling up a gas tank. When he pulled away, she swayed a bit the heat getting to her. The steam was so thick it was beginning to feel like she was breathing in water.
She steadied herself then asked. "What is this?"
"It's something special, developed by a sex toy company. It cleans you up and is also a stimulant to get your natural juices flowing. It's a bit too effective actually. You are going to be a bit like a water fall. We'll have to make sure you stay hydrated. Of course you're going to cherish the lubrication today. I'm going to be plugging that hole quite a bit."
She hummed thinking about it as he put the bottle away. "It feels good, cool. I feel like I've got cream filling."
He laughed "Now, it starts off cool then heats up. Your fuck hole is gonna feel like it's on fire, especially with the other things I've given you. You're going to go into a sort of heat."
"A heat?"
"Yes, I've also given you something they use in conception."
"Conception?"
"When people want to get pregnant. It will stimulate a woman's body to accept excess amounts of sex. I took the male version, that will allow me to, ejaculate more robustly. And last for hours"
"Hours."
"Yes, the medical intention was to help couples who struggled with infertility and libido. The non medical use if of course to allow people to fuck for hours, even days on end. Overall, I think it's best as a sex aid, rather then one of conception. I heard in testing, some housewives got so wound up, they started fucking everything in site. Some even went mad."
"WAIT! WHAT!" She said thinking she'd misheard him. He'd given her something that could make a person go mad.
"Ha ha, don't worry, it's been modified since then, for the market. However, if you do go mad for cock. I'll keep you fed."
"You can't be serious." she said looking up at him.
"Oh I am." he said grasping hold of her chin. He kissed her softly, sweetly then pulled back slightly and continued "Your body is going to want, cum and lots of it. Speaking of which what do you take for contraceptive?"
"Nothing."
"Really," he said surprised, he shifted his gaze, "Given you proclivities."
"I can't have kids." she said.
"Oh," he said.
"Yeah, I got sterilized years ago,"
"I'm sure that's got to be an interesting story."
"Not really," she said looking off to the side. She'd only told this to a handful of people but it never got any easier. "I had a fifty fifty chance of getting a really bad and very painful disease. It takes years to kill you and there is no cure. It's hereditary. I got tested for it a few years ago, I lucked out but am still a carrier. I saw what my mother went through. Any child of mine would have the same fifty fifty odds. I wasn't going to risk putting another person through that pain."
She looked back at him and he stared into her eyes. For a moment, they softened, she was used to this reaction but it was unexpected coming from him."Heh wouldn't have thought your reasoning so...noble, it's unexpected. I thought it was because you were tired of having to take something or rejecting the consequences."
"No, I would have liked to have kids." she said. She felt so strange, usually she didn't share this kind of shit so soon. No not until later, much later and only when she had to.
He gently caressed her face and pursed his lips. For a moment it looked like he was trying to find the right words to say. It was the most human response she'd seen in him yet. He shook his head after a few seconds and surprised her with his response, "No, children wouldn't have suited you. They would have gone neglected with your habits and no one wants a whore for a mother."
His words were harsh, cold and cruel. No one had ever said such things to her. He didn't know her, didn't know she would have given up everything if she'd had a child, smoking, drinking, drugs and proclivities. She hadn't wanted her child to suffer as her mother had. She didn't want anyone to suffer like that but if... if they'd already been apart of this world, she would have done all she could for them. At least, she'd like to think so, in the end she would never really know but it always felt easier to make others happy then herself. She sniffled somewhat hurt by his words they cut deep but she didn't show it.
"Right," she said, looking away casually. "Probably for the best."
From the corner of her eye, she could see him staring at her. After a minute or so he said "I think that's enough talking for one day, don't you?" he ran his hands up and down her arms. "Cheer up, you're going to get quiet a lot of my cock today,"
She forced herself to smile wiping, some moisture from her eyes, then looked back at him joking "Promises, promises,"
She leaned in and wrapped her arms around his neck. He didn't pull away, he embraced her, running his hands up and down her body. Her insides began to feel hot, there was this light tingling and sure enough she began feeling aroused quiet a bit. After addressing something so heavy it was surprising. "Shit! I think it's working."
He suddenly bust into laughter. He laughed so hard she could feel his chest shake against her, "You!" he said pulling back. He ran his fingers through her hair, looking into her eyes again again. His pupils were large with fascination. "You are quiet unique."
"Really?"
"Yes, it's suppose to take a bit longer."
"Oh," she said feeling slightly embarrassed.
She leaned in and softly kissed him. For a moment the kiss was so light and intimate, it almost felt like kissing a lover, rather then a...a fuck buddy. She supposed that is what this was. When she pulled back from the kiss. He seemed frozen for a second with his eyes closed, then as he opened them, he looked perplexed, then angry. His eyes twitch and he sneered down at her, suddenly upset by something.
Without warning he tangled his fingers in her wet hair and yanked her to turn around. With her back to him, his voice got harsh. "Your dumb fuck hole must have gobbled it down!"
He pushed her around and slammed her up against the shower's glass wall. Her body hit it so hard she worried it was going to break but it didn't. She closed her eyes as she felt her entire insides flare up with a heat. She tried to put her fingers between her legs wanting to dip inside but he grabbed her wrist.
"NO! Nothing but my cock for the rest of the day! I'm going to fuck your brains out, give you a real taste of what your future holds as a fuck hole!"
Then he kept his word, to say he fucked her silly would be an understatement. He pinned her against the shower wall and immediately entered her from behind. He slid in with ease and she heard a sort of slurping sound as the excess cream squirted out of her and down her thighs.
He started pounding her pussy with no mercy.
After a minute or so he moved in more, pinned her even tighter against the wall so tight that her breasts squished and her rings slid against the glass, before pressing into her. It was like he was trying to completely flatten her against the wall. She cried out, as he squashing her and crashed into her with his cock. It didn't take long before she came...it was so deep, so hard and so good. She felt it throughout her entire body and could understand why a woman might go crazy over this feeling. It hit everywhere and made her feel all the more hot.
She came so hard, she squirted and he chuckled at her reaction. He pulled out of her and grabbed her hips. He dropped her to the shower floor and had her get on her hands and knees. Then he started slapping her ass cheeks. Left, then right, left then right, they weren't playful smacks but full on whacks with his open hand. Each one stung something fierce but only added to her intensity.
She crawled out of the shower trying to escape his slaps and the overwhelming heat. He followed her and kept slapping her ass so hard he started leaving full hand impressions on her. He liked how her ass shook every time he slapped it. It was like slapping a bowl full of jello. He began doing it so hard, she nearly fell over several times. When she finally fell to the ground after one powerful smack he stopped.
She cried out feeling the sting of her ass cheeks. He hit her so hard, she was sure it was going to bruise. He pulled her back onto her hands and knees then entered her hard. She collapsed again almost immediately and he fucked on the bathroom rug. It was soft made of some kind of animal fur. She tangled her fingers in it, running her breasts over it as she came and came off the end of his amazing cock.
He lifted her up and did her on bathroom counter, in the tub, against the toilet, on the bathroom door and finally on the floor, between the bedroom and the bathroom. He did her everywhere in the bedroom but on the bed. He dragged her throughout the room and it became clear, soon enough that he was going to fuck her in every room of his apartment. She came and came as he stayed hard for hours. When he did eventually cum, he fucking came!
She cried out as it filled her up and even spilled out. He took a second to grab a smoke and make a phone call as she fucking quaked on the floor. She felt like she was having some sort of sex seizure. She just kept jerking her hips and pumping the floor, shaking and grinding. It all felt so fucking good, every part of her felt like it was an orgasm. When he came back to her, with his hardened cock and drove into her, she cried out filling his apartment with her cries of ecstasy.
She'd never cum so much or so hard in her entire life. She'd been joking when she thought she might not survive fucking his cock for days. Yet now as her heart raced in her chest, she pleaded with him to stop because she felt like he was killing her. It was like being tickled, you laughed and laughed but wanted it to stop and when the tickler didn't it hurt but you kept laughing, almost to tears.
She was only vaguely aware of shapes, sounds, her vision blurring in and out as her orgasms crashed into her. She never knew she could cum so many times. At one point, he pressed her naked dripping body against the window and she saw the sun was setting. She'd met him early morning and the sun was fucking setting. This fucker meant what he said, he was going to fuck her up all day.
She pissed herself multiple times as her orgasms became uncontrollable but he didn't seem to fucking care. He kept going only resting every so often. When they were on break he'd shove a bottle of water in her mouth to keep her hydrated. He'd have her drink it down then do the same for himself with another bottle before they continued.
He just kept pumping into her. She was sure he was going to give out, eventually, he had to...right? His entire body was well defined now. She could see his muscles to the max and recalled men pumping weights to define their muscles. In this case he was pumping her. She knew he worked out. He'd fucked her in his home gym more then once on their tour of his place. She realized that's what he was doing, giving her a fucking tour and so far this had been her favorite tour of all time.
At one point, after dark, they found themselves back in the bedroom. He'd still yet to do her in the bed. She kept trying to get over to it, wanting to collapse on the cool silken sheets but he wouldn't let her. He forced her to look at herself in the wall mirror. Something had happened to her as well. Her body looked engorged. Her beasts seemed bigger her stomach flatter and toned. Her hips puffier and her ass was gigglier…. maybe her senses were just that more aware of her features or maybe it was all the fucking sex. Her skin glistened, she was sweating so profusely cumming and cumming. Her legs began to tremble as she could barely stand.
At one point she became emotional and just started crying from the sheer intensity of their fucking. She couldn't take it anymore, it was just too much, far too much. She was burning up with pleasure and pain. He pushed her past her limit and she recalled the first night they'd met. She'd cried out then too and he'd laughed at her being unable to handle it. He mocked her again. He mocked her inability to keep up with him. She was suppose to be a whore. What kind of whore couldn't go all day. They needed to work on her stamina, she thought he was insane.
At some point she became aware of cameras set up around them. She had no idea when or even who had done it. There was no way they were there when they had started and no way he had time to do it on his own. More water bottles also kept showing up along with energy bars. When they were on break, he'd sit in a chair, smashing down three bars at at time with more water. She wanted one of the bars but he wouldn't give her any, which made her cry out even more. Normally, she didn't get this upset or cry so easily. She realized her emotions had been dialed up to eleven.
She felt overwhelmed, she tried to crawl away but only managed to squirm a few feet across the floor. He took pictures of her, saying she was leaving a snail trail. He laughed at her some more but she didn't find it funny. She was near exhausted, she just wanted this to stop but he set his camera down and gathering her up for more.
He joked about making her greedy fuck hole, choke on his dick. She began to think he was going to kill her pussy at this rate. The fact that she had not gone numb was also beyond her. It had to be the drugs. How...HOW WAS THIS DRUG MARKETED TO COUPLES TRYING TO HAVE KIDS. No wonder she never heard of such a thing. She couldn't picture them having all day to just fuck, like this.
At one point he shoved her toward a camera and asked her, "How many loads did I put in you today?"
Feverishly she cried, "I don't know. I don't know."
"I bet your hole is drowning in it, all the gobs and bubbles I've seen. How many loads can you take, fuck hole, five, ten, twenty-five, two hundred."
"Two hundred," she cried out, shocked by such an extreme number.
"You want that many? SHIT! You ARE a hungry hole. Do I need to tag team you? Get a dozen or so men to pass you around the room. Bet you'd like that huh, being tossed around cock after cock. Maybe I'll lock you in a box and make you a glorified glory hole."
"NO! No more, no more...no.." she babbled madly all the while cumming. Her body spasming uncontrollably.
"You full up?"
"Yes, yes...yes…" she panted in a sweaty daze.
He dragged her to the bed then and she blissfully collapsed almost falling asleep but he flipped her on her back and spread her. "Just cause you are tapped out, doesn't mean I am! This isn't my first rodeo. I've been building up my stamina for years, got calluses on my dick bitch. I could go all day. I want to get you and me up to a week...a fucking week inside you. Have them hook us up to IV's if it doesn't kill us."
He entered her laughing. She looked at him like he was nuts because he fucking was! "A week! A week!" she gasped and told him the thought she had earlier "Fuck, Dawson, are you trying to kill my pussy?"
He froze mid fuck and she worried she was giving him ideas. Suddenly he punched her in the face. She nearly passed out as his fist collided with her nose. It happened so fast she was completely caught off guard. Before she could even recover, he grabbed her by the neck and began to choke her.
He put his face right in front of hers and roared. "WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT SAYING MY FUCKING NAME!" She grasped desperately at his arm as her face surged with pain. She scratching her nails into him so hard she was leaving marks. She couldn't breath, he'd completely cut her off as he kept yelling. "WHORES DON'T GET TO SAY MY NAME. IT'S MASTER TO YOU! MASTER! SAY IT!"
He loosened his grip slightly and she choked tears streaming down the sides of her face. "Master...MASTER!" She just barely manage to choke, desperately grasping for air. He let go of her neck and pulled up. He was still insider her this entire time. He pushed in more then slapped his hand hard across her breasts. "If I ever hear my name on your whore lips again. I'll wrap my belt around your throat and choke you out."
"I...I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she madly whimpered breaking down.
In this moment she was terrified of him, she didn't actually know what to do and just kept apologizing. He looked like he wanted to kill her. The room was nearly dark now...shadows surrounded them and he looked down at her with such contempt. He took several deep breaths then got back to it, not stopping even as she clutched her face and uncontrollably sobbed beneath him.
She couldn't believe him, couldn't believe that he was still going after what he'd just done to her but moreover she couldn't believe...herself. She didn't even try to fight back or scream at the top of her lungs. She should be pushing him off her and making it clear she was done and he'd never touch her again. Yet she fell silent and still as he grinded her into the mattress.
He was lost in his own world while she toiled in her distress. She kept wondering what was wrong with her. Why she didn't do anything? She stared up at the ceiling barely ale to see a red light. She realized there was a camera up there as well. It was filming everything, the sex and the punch. She turned away from him feeling moisture on her hands. She couldn't tell if her nose was running or bleeding, in the dark.
"My nose, my nose...I….I think it might be bleeding." She mumbled.
She wasn't sure if he heard her, she was so quiet but after a few more thrusts he groaned "Stop being a little bitch! You need to learn to take a fucking punch, if you like this shit. And if I broke your nose, I'll buy you a new one, now shut up."
He pulled out and roughly rolled her over on her stomach before shoving back into her. He painfully pushed her face into the bedding and grinded her more intensely. She squirmed but he kept going, after a minute or so he let out a loud groan, then stiffening, cumming inside her. He collapsed then right on top of her. She wanted to get up, to look at her nose but found herself too exhausted. She couldn't even use her muscles to push him out of her. She ended up turning her head to the side and passing out.
/
She found herself standing in a stone room watching a man slowly dragging himself across the floor. He was leaving a trail of blood behind him as he slowly bleeding out. She stepped up to him, taking pity on him, she ran her blade through his back and into his heart. She watched as the man stopped moving and died within seconds. Her actions might have seemed cold but she'd ended his suffering… something she couldn't do for herself.
She wiped her blade on her cloak and returned it to its sheath. She looked around to see if there were any other "survivors." If she came upon them she'd end their suffering too.
A voice filled the room "Why do you do that?" She turned around to see a woman dressed in full armor, leaning in the doorway of the room. She had her arms crossed. "They're already as good as dead. Why bother?"
"They're suffering." She simply said.
"So," the woman sighed. "They should, they had a choice.
A choice, she scoffed and shaking her head. What choice? Serve at their Master's feet or die by his hand, either way they were doomed. What choice was that? A man in the corner cried out and she ended him, piercing her blade through his armor breastplate. He let out another anguished cry but then fell silent.
"Waste of time, if you ask me," said the woman.
A moment later a man in heavy armor stepped into the room. He grumbled at them. "There you are! What have I said about wandering off."
"I wasn't wondering," said the woman, "I was keeping an eye on her. She's putting people out of their misery again."
"I'll put you both out of your misery, if you don't stop messing around." The woman fell silent. The man in the armor turned without another word. The woman followed him and reluctantly so did she. They went through a series of rooms, everywhere she looked people were dead or dying. They reached a long hallway with ornate decorations, and tall glass windows that let the sunlight pour through.
It almost looked beautiful if not for the occasion. They stopped before two large oak doors that had been hand crafted with various seals of the kingdom that was no more. The man in the heavy armor knocked then opened the doors. They must have been heavy but he was a strong man. Beyond the doors there was a long stretch of carpet, more tall windows cast shadows through the room as they led up to a throne.
A man stood before it, his back was to them. His armor was different, lighter yet effective. She saw him lift an ornate crown, spattered with blood, above his head then crown himself before turning around to face them. He gave them a charming smile and asked, "Well? What do you think? Too much?
"No it suits you." Said the woman rushing up to him. She doted upon him and asked. "Do you have anything for me?"
"I might," he said with a smirk.
He offered out his hand and she took it. He spun her around then pulling her into him. He removed her helmet and gave her a long passionate kiss. When he pulled away he grabbed a decent sized pouch that was attached at the hip of his armor. He turned it up side down and the sparkling gems and encrusted jewel poured out. The woman fell to the floor groveling before him. She squealed as she gathered everything up and ran it over her armor. She did this several times before slowly examining each piece and putting on what she could.
The man turned his attentions to her then. He quietly beckoned her, no doubt wanting her to claim a gift. She didn't want it, his gifts were always covered in blood. She made no attempt to go to him. She could see he was not pleased but her small defiance's were all she had. Once she might have rushed to him, he had been a noble man one to be admired. She had loved him, a part of her always would but after his exile eventual revenge this life was no longer the same. This curse of theirs, had changed them all and weighted heavy on her heart.
More and more she'd began to feel less, she wanted to become numb. The more she cared, the more she resisted, the more suffering she endured. It was better to let go, better to just accept, give in and give up.
"Better or easier." A voice... a memory filled her head and for a moment everything shifted around her and she was transported to another time and place. She recalled another man she'd once loved. He had fought, would have kept fighting for infinity but she was not as...strong.
"Come to me," the man...her Master called pulling her from her thoughts.
She let out a heavy sigh but eventually came, closing the distance between them. When she reached him, he slapped her across the face causing her helmet to fall off. It tumbled across the floor and the woman still enthralled in her jewels looked up for a moment and laughed. She had a piercing giggle that filled the room as their Master yelled
"WHEN I BECKON! YOU COME!"
"Yes," she said "I'm sorry."
He hit her again, punching her in the face. She fell to the floor and could really feel it, for a second Gwyne stirred in her sleep. She nearly awoke but phased back into the dream rolling over. She made no attempt to fight back. She just fell to the ground. She knew it was pointless to fight, the more she struggled the worse he got. As best she could, she groveled beneath him. Blood dripped from her nose and lips. "I'm sorry, Master."
"That's better, now do you want your gift or not," he teased.
"Of course," she said but her voice was empty, her insides hallow.
He showed her a jewel encrusted bracelet dangled it before her but no amount of trinkets could draw her favor again. The other woman grew upset wanting it even with her bag of jewels but the woman needn't worry. Her master and she both knew that wasn't his gift to her. Still she played their game, she reached for it and he grabbed her wrist. He pulled her in, turned her around and held her from behind.
He discarded the bracelet on the ground and the other woman scooped it up, happily adding it to her collection. He began to remove Gwyne's armor shedding it to the floor. When she was naked, he turned her and bent her over the throne. A corpse sat in it...the old king he'd taken the crown from. Her maser pulled himself out and fell at her entrance "Here is your gift," he whispered into her ear.
He pushed into her and she shamefully let out a lustful moan, unable to help herself. Her masochistic lust was her undoing. He knew how to control her, he knew just what she needed, to bind her to him and keep her twisting on her leash. She wanted to be a good person, wanted to fight and save others but she couldn't even save herself.
He pulled out a knife and began to drag it slowly across her skin. On her body there was a tally of every place that had denied her Master and been destroyed. He etched another line in her skin and sealed it so it would not heal. As her blood drizzled onto the throne he thrashed inside her, celebrating yet another victory.
The strong man with the heavy armor looked on for a moment, then shut the large oak doors, guarding the room. Her Master ran his hands over her, smeared her with her own blood. She thought of the man crawling across the floor, of all those that had died today in this battle. At least they had fought, at least they might find some end to their suffering, some semblance of peace...something she could never hope to attain.
/
Gwyne woke feeling melancholy, she stretched and noticed herself in the mirror on the ceiling. It felt strange staring up at herself. For a moment she just laid there, then got up. She was barley able to walk but managed to stagger into the bathroom. She painfully relieved herself then washed her hands.
She checked herself out in the mirror and saw a defined ring around her neck from the belt he'd used on her. She also had dried blood under her nose. Her noses itself was red and bruised along with some bruising under both her eyes. She also had a small cut on the bridge of her nose probably from one of his rings.
She washed the blood away as best she could then held her nose as she looked at herself in the mirror. Her body was shaking from from all the hard sex. She looked into her sad eyes and whispered to herself. "What are you doing Gwyne? What are you doing? What the fuck are we doing?" She knew what she was doing. She wanted this…right? As sick as it was that part of her was glowing, happy he'd hit her. She hoped he'd do more that he would crush her but the not bat shit crazy part of her, tried to talk some sense into herself.
She'd had her fun and fucked with danger once more, now she needed to get out of here. Yet she just stood there holding her face with her trembling hand. Again, what was wrong with her! He'd already hit her several times but this time felt like more, it was the first punch. Someone lays hands on you and it's over! Once is enough, because if it can happen once, it could happen again. If she stayed things were only going to escalate from this point on.
Was she that much of a masochistic, that hateful that she was going to allow herself to be beaten. She'd gotten into worse fights, in her younger years but it they had all been against other women and she'd been fighting for something. She knew THIS wasn't the same. She wasn't defending a friend or even herself. She was just taking it because a part of her wanted it. She bit her lip nearly opening it as she glared at herself, thinking she was-
"What are you doing?" he asked, suddenly standing in the doorway of the bathroom.
He surprised her and she jumped a little. He ran his fingers through his hair then went to the toilet. He took a piss while she stood there still staring into the mirror. After he was finished, he yawned and washed his hands. Then he scratched his stomach and checked himself out in the mirror. She could see he admired himself, was even possibly in love with himself the way he smiled and blew kisses.
He posed, flexing and modeling for himself then took notice of the scratched she'd left on his arm. He seem annoyed but went on to fixed his hair and glanced at his perfect teeth. He blew himself another few kisses then winked and slapped her ass. She jumped again dropping her hand from her face.
He turned her, to look at him then assessed the damage and smiled "Oh look at that, look at that." He took up the camera he'd left in the bathroom and took several pictures. She just stood there silently shaking. When he was done he set the camera down then opened a draw. "I got these for you." he said. "I had to get some smokes the other night, and popped into a drug store." He turned putting a bandage on her nose. It was pink with golden stars. "Yeah that's only the first, where that came from," he said getting behind her.
He put his arms around her and held her from behind. For a moment she was reminded of her dream. She'd all but forgotten it but remembered the feeling of it. How he'd taken her in his arms from behind...wait. Had he been in her dream?
They looked at each other in the mirror and he playfully said "What do you say?"
"What do I say?" She repeated confused.
"For yesterday, all the humiliation, sex and this lovely nose of yours."
She didn't know how to respond, he playfully shook her, "Thank you. You say thank you. Do I have to teach your masochist ass manners as well?"
'Thank you?' She thought. 'Thank you!' He wanted her to say Thank You. She felt gutted, a tear escaped down her face but pathetically said it "Thank you."
She glared at herself, then reminding herself she wanted this. She had sought this out for years now, looking to get fucked up. Who was she to pity herself now that she had found herself in this position. What did they say... fuck around and find out, well she was finding out.
They stood in front of the mirror for several minutes. Then he turned her and put his arm at her back and the other under her knees. He lifted her with ease. "Come back to bed. I'm tapped out but want to use those breasts of yours as pillows."
He carried her back into the bedroom and set her down on the bed. Then he walked around the bed and got in on the other side. He pulled her to be centered in the bed and laid down on her breasts. He kissed them and sucked on her nipples for a bit. When he pulled away he said. "You know just because you can't have kids doesn't mean you couldn't produce milk. Give you some injections, your breasts would get a boost and some use. I liked when my wife's leaked after the kids were born, used to steal her milk from the kids. Yours would be just for me. You'd be like my own personal cow."
There was a lot to unload there but the most shocking was, "You have kids?"
"Yeah, why wouldn't I."
"I don't know. I didn't expect someone like you to... I guess."
"What? Why not? What's wrong with me?" He said lifting his head to look at her. She could tell he was offended.
"Nothing I-" She didn't want to say it but someone so vulgar and violent to be a father just felt-
"I'll have you know I'm a good dad. Unlike you I know how to compartmentalize. When I'm with my kids, I am the best dad. When I'm with my wife, I am a doting husband. When I'm working I am professional and when I am with a whore, I fuck. Whatever the role requires I adjust. Just because you only have one setting doesn't mean the rest of us do."
She closed her eyes not wanting to talk about this anymore. She was probably wrong to judge him but it just felt strange to think of him like that. Then again she'd never really thought about her one night stands having lives. She supposed a lot of them could have been married and had kids but up until now, she didn't really know. She didn't think about them before, or after. They were just there for the moment, she had them and moved on, without a second thought.
Being with Dawson made her see another side of things. She realized this place was probably not his home. There were no personal pictures or touches. Everything here had a function, the work out room, the living room, the kitchen, bathrooms and bedroom. She wondered what her place...would be.
He stared at her for a moment longer but thankfully moved on. He rested his head on her breasts and sucked on her nipples once more. He'd pulled at her rings tugging them with his teeth, then squeezed and mashed her tender flesh, adjusting her breast as if they were pillows. Finally after a few minutes he laid still. She stared up at herself in the mirror...the room was pretty dark but she could still see herself laying there with him wrapped around her.
Again she wondered why she didn't walk out, sneak away while he was still asleep. She didn't have any clothes but when had that ever stopped her before. No… she could leave but she didn't. It was all so weird but oddly the weirdest thing of all, was how familiar this all felt, being with him. They barely knew each other and yet, like Corrie she felt some deeper connection to him. It was puzzling. She laid awake for a few minutes mulling it over but eventually falling back asleep. |
