After he left the hotel, he stopped off at a coffee shop and used the drive through. It was still pretty early and there wasn't much of a line. He ordered himself a tall coffee with his favorite creamer and even treated himself to some whipped cream on top. He pulled off to the side while they made it for him and a smile graced his lips as he looked at his watch, every so often. He enjoyed watching her steady heartbeat.
If felt nice having her so close and knowing she was all wrapped up and waiting for him. Once his coffee was brought out, he left a larger tip then usual. They'd given him so much whipped cream he couldn't resist biting into it before he took off. He hummed to himself as he made his way to the meet up. He parked in a vacant lost across the street from the warehouse and found even with all his "dawdling" he was still the first to arrive.
He took a few sips of his coffee and contemplated why his boss was suddenly in the country. It was rare for his boss to venture out these days. One of the reason he liked this country was he was mostly left to his own devices. He knew the language well and the lay of the land. He'd made some good connections and had access to resources most weren't afforded to. Of course he'd made some backhanded deals but nothing that could be trace back to him. From time to time he ran into a few people here or there he knew in the business but usually it was intentional. He didn't like surprises.
He furrowed his brow as he tapped his fingers on his steering wheel and continued to mull things over. After a few minutes, he checked on her heartbeat then closed his eyes and went over the layout of the warehouse in his head, yet again. After that he checked his main weapons then his back ups. When everything was in order, he got out and stretched looking around some more. Once he was satisfied, he popped the truck, took a few things out and checked on the dufflebag.
He was discreet, he knew he shouldn't, given the location and time but he couldn't help himself. He had to see her again. She was still sound asleep her pussy gripping that glass plug. He tried to move it around but her hole didn't want to let go. He ran his hands over it thinking it was a greedy fucking hole. The fact that it could still grip anything after the shit it had done got him excited but he needed to focus.
He checked her airway, made sure her heart monitor was well connected and that her catheter was still secure. Finally he checked her air tank and set a few silent alarms on his watch. He didn't know how long he was going to be but thought he should have plenty of time. He ran his hand over her breasts once more and played with one of her nipple rings before he zipped up the bag.
He let out a heavy sigh as much as he wanted to keep enjoying her, he knew it was time to get to work. He needed to 'compartmentalize.' He strapped the bag down, shut the trunk and pushed her to the back of his mind. He put on some sunglasses, set his car alarm and rolled his shoulders before turning his head from side to side, losing up some. Finally he lit a cigarette and walked across the street to wait for the others to arrive.
Over the years he'd gone by many a name. Locally he used the alias Dawson Hazely but these days he went by the code name Xanth, when he was "working." There were very few if any left that knew his real name and he liked to keep it that way. He never liked using names or titles when he could help it. He worked hard to keep Gwyne from using any name he gave her, hoping she'd think twice before giving it out. A name, pictures, fingerprints, DNA, anything could be troublesome in the wrong hands, especially in his line of work, you had to be very careful.
Over the next hour or so, several other nameless agents like him slowly began to trickle in. When they were all gathered, the big boss, "Oriander" arrived and informed them of the situation. An undisclosed government needed some 'assistance.' They wanted answers from a certain diplomat and couldn't be linked back to his 'disappearance.' They'd managed to divert his plane to the area and he would be arriving shortly for 'questioning.' Apparently Oriander wanted Xanth to handle this personally. There had been too many screw ups lately, when it came to getting information and he need someone skilled, who knew just how much pressure to apply without killing the fucking target.
Xanth was well known for his torture techniques and getting answers. Of course, hurting people had always come naturally to him. He supposed it helped that he did rather enjoy it. Some people only did what was 'necessary' or 'required' of the job but he'd always gone that extra mile to get things done 'right.' What was that old saying, find a job you love and you'll never work a day in your life. In his case it turned out to be especially true. It hadn't ever really felt like work. He took a certain satisfaction in honing his skills and gaining knowledge.
Over the years, he'd made a name for himself, risen through the ranks and had worked for various entities, shadow organizations, governments, covert clients etc. Eventually he made enough connections that he was able to transition from being a pawn to a player. His skills in the field had been unmatched but as a tactician he was unworldy. He no longer had to get his hands dirty and various entities from all around now sought him out hoping to make a deal for information or a garner a moment of his 'attention.' Many nowadays considered him a fixer, the guy that solved other people's problems.
No one every REALLY knew him, what cards he held, or even all the moves he was making at any given time. He saw things others didn't, made connections faster and took unconventional routes. In the end other's saw what he wanted them to see. It wasn't an easy job by no means, he often had to skirt the line between being seen as helpful or a threat.
He'd found a good balance over the years and up until now had been content, collecting his data and money. He had a family and entertained himself with trivial things. It wasn't a bad life indeed but lately he'd become restless. He no longer wished to just play the "game" but make it. So far he'd yet to make a move but knew it was only a matter of time.
Now that he knew what was required of him he prepared. He knew things were going to get messy and was glad he'd gone for the larger oxygen tank with Gwyne as this could take some time. He set out his tools in the corner of the large room and put on a mask. He would have preferred to put it on earlier but Oriander always like to talk face to face. He was old fashioned and thought it meant something to look a man in the eyes. It was a bad habit in Xanth's opinion but one that was not to be questioned, at least not in his current position.
It took another half an hour or so before an unmarked airport van pulled into the warehouse. Oriander had personally connected with some of the local government's disavowed agents, which said a lot. It raised more alarm bells, given his position, Oriander rarely traveled these days and rarer still did he handle any contacts himself. This must have been a 'personal' matter and would have to be closely analyzed later.
After Oriander and the agents finished their niceties, the agents opened the van's back doors and pulled out some sorry son of a bitch. They kept his head covered until everyone put on their masks, everyone but Oriander, again curious. When they pulled the hood off Xanth didn't recognize the man. When they removed the tape from his mouth the diplomat cursed at them in a language that wasn't commonly spoken. Xanth hadn't personally heard it since college. It put the diplomat somewhere on the other side of the hemisphere.
The diplomat made veiled threats to those around him, claiming they would pay for this. He was supposedly related to some very "powerful" people and had "so many" connections that they couldn't even begin to imagine the world of pain they were in for having kidnapped him. Bla, bla bla he had heard it all before and took everything the diplomat was saying with a grain of salt. If there was one thing he'd learned doing this kind of work over the years, it was that the more that people threatened, the weaker they were.
It was clear the diplomat was beyond scared. He'd already shit himself, the smell permeated the warehouse and they hadn't even begun to work on him, yet. Fuck, they hadn't even asked the first question. Xanth stood in the shadows of the room waiting for his queue. He watched Oriander get close and whisper to the diplomat for several minutes.
He tried to convince him that it was in his best interest to 'cooperate.' Of course, the diplomat was having none of it. He'd still failed to read the room and realize the position he was in. He continued his vulgar insults and tiresome threats. He even started spitting. A gob of it landed on Oriander. He simply stepped back took out his handkerchief and wiped it off before giving Xanth the signal.
It was HIS turn now and he menacingly stepped out from the shadows. A look of terror fell across the diplomat's face. It was clear he hadn't even clocked Xanth until now. He'd been too caught up with the men surrounding him and his threats to even consider what lie beyond the shadows of the room.
"WHO is this?" his voice cracked. He didn't seem so cocky now as he sputtered in the local language, "WHO! WHAT is going on here! I am warning you."
No one was listening to him, the time for 'talking' had passed. Oriander moved to the side of the room and one of his bodyguards pulled up a chair for him. He sat and pulled out a small book from his coat pocket. He started reading having no interest in the going on's. The disavowed agents let go of the diplomat, thrusting him forward as if they were feeding him to a ravenous lion. A lion would have been mercilessly perhaps compared to Xanth.
It had been a while since he'd gotten his hands dirty but he knew he was going to enjoy this. He took out his gloves and slowly put them on as the diplomat scrambled to get to his feet, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. It only added to the excitement of it all. Xanth always loved when they thought they still had a chance. The diplomat had no idea what was coming his way.
He was slightly overweight and his hands were tired behind his back. Surprisingly he managed to get a foot on the ground but it was already too late for him. He was but an insect caught in a spider's web. The diplomat tried to get to his other leg but Xanth was ready. He came at the diplomat grabbing him up by his collar. Then he dragged him across the room, kicking and screaming.
He took him to the small area he'd set up and secured him. He could see the diplomat's eyes getting bigger and bigger as it began to dawn on him how fucked he was. Everything was just for show at first. Some rough shoving, feeling out various pressure points to increase anxiety and allowed the diplomat to get a good look at the tools. When he finally spoke as Xanth his voice was low and devoid of all humanity. He made it clear to the diplomat that he'd been given a choice and had chosen this.
The diplomat sputtered more threats still trying to keep some sense of composer. Xanth doubted he would hold out for very long. He was already beginning to show cracks and had barely been touched. After a minute or so he slowly circled the diplomat before coming in and hitting more pressure points. The diplomat cried out in pain begging for him to stop.
Xanth pulled back and toyed with him. He gave the diplomat a safe word to let him know when he was ready to 'talk' until then they'd have their fun. He truly began then, no tools just muscles nerve ending that were oh so easily damaged. The diplomat cried out in such agony, begging pleading for him to stop but hadn't said the safe word.
He let him rest for a moment as he picked up various tool, this would just be more intimidation. The diplomat was already in a lot pain, let him salivate on how much further they could go. He trembled and even wet himself but still kept quiet. Xanth began making his first cuts then. It would make for a lot of blood but not so much that he would bleed out but the diplomat would believe he was.
Xanth could see he was getting through but something was still holding the diplomat back. Either this information was extremely important or he was more scared of those that didn't want it to get out. Either way it didn't matter, whatever his reason for holding out, in the end he'd have the diplomats full attention.
After a bit, some of the others excused themselves outside. Oriander and his bodyguards stayed but even they seemed slightly unerved by Xanth's dedication to his task. Thankfully none of them seemed to notice his attention flicker to his watch ever so often. At one point he gave the diplomat the length of a cigarette to decide if he was ready to 'talk' and went outside to smoke.
He casually look around as not to draw attention to his car. Everything was still just as he left it. He knew the tank should hold out and the shot as well. He was grateful he'd given her a large dose. It was much easier to give her something to wake up, then it was to stop in the middle of what he was doing to dose her again.
He didn't think things would carry on for much longer but one could never be certain. It didn't happen often but he'd been surprised a few times over the years. Some people he thought would snap in a light breeze had lasted days, while others that appeared like they'd be hard to break gave in with ease. He finished off his cigarette then returned to the diplomat once more. He gave him the choice to continue or speak now. He could tell the diplomat wanted to stop but was still not ready to talk. He just begged and pleaded but his cries fell on deaf ears.
Xanth stepped up to his tools for a moment then cracked his knuckles and decided it was time for a nice hand deconstruction. Rather then simply remove a hand, he liked to break it into parts. He'd start by removing the fingertips, burning wounds closed after every cut so his subject wouldn't bleed out and to make sure his work couldn't be "undone." Once all the tips were gone he'd go for the fingers themselves up to the knuckle of the hand, then it would be to the wrist. If they were persistent he'd take the whole arm going for the elbow next then up to the shoulder. It could get quite gruesome, especially when he lined the parts up as he went in front of the subject.
He gave the diplomat something so he wouldn't pass out from the pain then examined both his hands. After finding his dominant hand, he carefully marked it at each point he planned to make a cut. The diplomat was quite confused not understanding what Xanth was doing...not until he'd made the first cut. Disappointingly he didn't even make it through the finger tips before the bastard caved and said the safe word. The diplomat was so worked up, he began talking in another language, his native tongue no doubt. Xanth didn't know it but got enough of it that it wouldn't be hard to determine later on. He found certain phases were common in any language.
Oriander put his book down and the other agents returned to the room. The diplomat began spilling everything as Xanth cleaned up his tools. He told them the reason he'd held back was because the people he worked for were 'very dangerous' and they had his wife and kids...bla bla bla. If anyone ever took Bray and the kids, he'd give them nothing. He wasn't heartless, he just knew it did no good at that point. Whether he'd been taken or they'd been taken, it was only a matter of time, things would eventually end one way or another.
He could see Oriander was getting bored with the diplomat's sob story and ordered him to start answering questions. He slowed cleaning his tools in case the diplomat was stalling but after another few minutes or so the diplomat started giving them what they wanted, names, addresses, codes, anything he had and if he didn't have it then where to find someone who did.
The various parties connected several laptops and began going through everything, verifying the information. So far it looked promising but Oriander made it clear if he was holding back, lying or tricking them in any way he'd leave him to Xanth. Oh how the diplomat pleaded and begged. He swore he'd do anything not to have that monster touch him again. Xanth supposed to some he was a monster yes. He smiled underneath his mask but still felt a bit disheartened he'd not been allowed to finish. It had been a while since he'd done a hole hand.
The local agents began packing up after another half hour or so, pleased with the work. Oriander talked with someone on the phone, the ones who'd hired them no doubt. He still wondered what Oriander's connection to all of this was. If it weren't personal then it was for someone very important. He debated if it was worth his time to get into. He looked at his watch and saw everything had taken a little over five hours, with arrivals, departures and exchanges, he'd gotten things done in less then three hours, not his best time but not his worst.
They'd probably be here for another hours so that was six hours, the oxygen tank would go for twice that but still he didn't like pushing it. He wanted to keep things light for her first session. If things went well, he'd make adjustments. Eventually he'd like to travel with her, he'd have to work on her flexibility and finds a nice luggage case but he liked the idea of her being his carry. Of course he'd have to use a private jet as he'd need a big bag, he tits alone ruled out a lot of options. He smiled to himself but knew he was losing focus. He found himself annoyed he wasn't done working yet he needed to be on high alert. He couldn't afford to slack even if the task was done.
After Oriander got off the phone, he talked to a few of the local agents then stopped by to talk to Xanth. He thanked him for getting the job done so quickly and then congratulated him on becoming a grandfather. Oriander had even gotten a gift for the upcoming child and let him know it would be delivered soon, along with some VIP tickets to some popular singer, for when his daughter visited.
It didn't surprise him that Oriander knew about his daughter's upcoming visit or her pregnancy. He was at the top of the food chain, after all, and should be on top of everything. Still, it was annoying that he was so casual about it and talked about it so openly. Just because Oriander knew his business didn't mean he wanted everyone else to.
He also wasn't looking forward to his daughter's visit. Elisiah had called him up while he was tailing Gwyne. He'd only half listened when she'd insisted on one last holiday before the baby was born. She wanted to come here of all places. He'd brought her once on 'holiday' years ago, when she was twelve. Really, he had a work emergency but she thought they were on vacation the entire time and had loved it. She had no idea what he did for a living and still brought it up to this day, especially since becoming pregnant.
She was all sentimental with hormones and upset they hadn't gotten to spend any time together lately. Since meeting Gwyne he had been spending most his time here. Usually he moved around more and made it home more often. He'd told her he was busy but she'd insisted she wanted one more daddy daughter trip before she became a mother. She was insistent, to the point where she'd threatened to come whether he wanted her to or not.
He reluctantly agreed but manged to get her to wait a few weeks, knowing he needed some time to sort things out with Gywne and sleep. Then he'd wine and dine Elisha for a few days, take her to her favorite restaurant, do a few things they'd done when she was last here, for 'nostalgia' and go to an event or two. If all else failed, he'd just take her shopping. If she had gotten one thing from her mother it was that she loved to shop. Once she was taken care of he'd ship her back home and be done with her until his grandson was born. Elisiah and her husband didn't want know what she was having but he had his ways of finding things out, especially when it concerned him directly.
He took the tickets from Oriander and thanked him for the gift but wouldn't be using them. Oh he'd accept the gifts but wouldn't use them. He didn't trust gifts from just anyone, not even his boss. Perhaps it was paranoia but he himself had used gifts to kill targets before and he wasn't about to be one.
Eventually one of Oriander's bodyguards stepped up with a duffle bag full of unmarked cash and a box of exquisite cigars as payment for the job. They exchanged a few more words before Oriander departed. The clean up crew arrived not long after. He gave them the necessary items and details, letting them know what needed to be done.
The diplomat was still there and a babbling mess. He kept looking around watching everything and everyone, no doubt wondering what would become of him. They sedated him after a few minutes and he was taken away by a third party, shoved in another unmarked vehicle. What became of the diplomat next, he honestly didn't care, a job was a job. After a while they all just blurred together.
He hung around for a few more minutes making sure nothing could be traced back to him, then casually left still wearing his mask. He made sure no one was giving him too much attention as he pulled out. Then he drove around the city for a while, The car couldn't be traced back to him so he didn't worry about them tracking him through it but he did make sure he wasn't being followed. Just to be safe he stopped off at another garage.
He finally took off his mask and switched cars. He treated the bag Gwyne was in like any other gear, throwing her in the trunk once more along with his payment. He took a moment to make sure it was all there and that there were no surprises inside the bag, nothing to track or hurt him. Then he checked to make sure no one was following him again before driving back to his place.
It had been a very, very long day, fuck days! When he finally pulled into his garage he sat in his car for a moment just staring off into space. He felt so tired but still had so much more to do before he could rest. Still he was in the homestretch now. Eventually he let out a heavy sigh and got to it. He hauled both duffle bags up to his place. He didn't take her out of the bag just yet. Considering how long she'd been in there, he couldn't be certain she hadn't made a mess.
He set her bag in the bath tub and then dropped his payment off in his hidden safe. He went to the bathroom and couldn't help but notice his current state in the mirror. He cleaned himself up some more, shaved, took a cold shower, put on his creams and took his medications before admiring himself in the mirror. He was still looking a little worse for wear but lack of sleep and near madness will do that you. He weighed himself then stroked his cock as he turned to her duffle bag, at last his time had come. He stepped up to the tub and ran his hand over the bag before he carefully unzipped his prize.
She was still sound asleep as beautiful as ever, waiting for him to play with her. He let out a sigh of relief as he realized there was no mess. The catheter had held out, there was some liquid in the bag but nothing had spilled. Her ass was also still clean. He carefully unwrapped her like she was some precious gift. He suppose she was a gift to himself.
He removed everything but the plug then spread her out in the tub. He smiled running his fingertips over her bruises. They were more defined now and the rope he'd tied her up with had left red marks all over her body. He found every blemish on her skin beautiful, like brushstrokes of a master painting. She really was becoming his work of art.
He carefully lifted her out of the tub and took her to the bed. He laid her out then removed the plug from her hole. It took a bit of a tug but came out with a small popping noise. It left a little gape so nice he couldn't resist grabbing his camera and taking a few pictures of it and everything else. He didn't want to forget a single scratch.
He got a bit carried away and used an entire roll of film, admittedly it wasn't the fist time with her. He reloaded and almost spent another whole role on her. When he was finally done he set the camera aside and climbed on top of her. He settled himself between her legs but didn't enter her just yet. He licked the top row of his teeth and slowly took off her mask.
He knew he probably shouldn't, he was concerned it would set him off again but he wanted to see if the events of last night had changed this as well. Perhaps it would no longer be a problem. He ran his hands over her sleeping face then traced his fingertips over her lips, nose and eyelids. The effect it had on him seemed to have lessened, at least like this it wasn't so...so bothersome. She was like a sleeping beauty.
He licked his lips then lingered over hers before softly kissing her. He got no response from her and deepened the kiss. He pressed his nose against hers, then his cheeks against her cheeks, his forehead against her forehead before rubbing his entire face against hers. For several minutes he nuzzled her. It was strange but felt so good. He enjoyed the feel of her skin again his skin.
After a while he pulled back slightly. He didn't take his eyes off her face as he placed himself. He sunk in with ease, up to where the toy had been, everything beyond it was swollen and he could feel her warmth wrap around him. He watched her face twitch as he filled her. She let out a moan but didn't wake. She still had some time left on her dose and even then, given all that she had done, he doubted she'd be up anytime soon. If she did wake enough to be bothersome, he'd just dose her again. He planned to keep her here until he was fully rested.
He didn't quite understand the effect she had on his sleep but in this moment he was too tired to deny it. She was truly intoxicating. He'd never gone back and forth so much in his entire life. One minute he hated her with a passion the next he loved her with a vengeance. He thought he had a handle on things but now he didn't know.
He let out a mixture between a groaned and a roar as he buried his head in her breasts. He sucked and bit, her tender flesh before taking her nipples in his mouth one at a time. They were just so wonderful, every part of her was. He played with her nipple rings biting and tugging on them as he slowly began to thrust. Right now, he didn't want to think he just wanted to feel. It was strange given how methodical and calculating he was but with her... he let go. He felt like he couldn't control himself. He knew how dangerous that was but she brought out such things in him.
He began to softly kiss and caress her all over as he made sweet, sweet love to her. His chest ached as he realized how much he had missed her. His thrusts were so slow and gentle. He'd never fucked a whore like this before but the darkness that swirled inside him seemed to have dampened and for a moment he lost himself completely within her.
Even after all she had done, he still wanted her….desired her more then ever. Her body, her fucking body was still so inviting even after all the cocks she's had. She had one of those fucking pussies that just wouldn't quit. He could tell she had loosened up some but if anything it only prolong his pleasure. He would be able to stay inside her and last that much longer. Time, more time, he wanted more time with her... it wasn't ever enough.
He felt almost delirious as he picked up his pace. His thoughts came together and pulled apart. He grinded her into the mattress and breathed her in deeply. He ran his hands through her hair, tangling it up in his fingers. It was so soft and she was so soft. He wanted to sink into her completely. He pressed his body tightly against hers, wanting to feel her all over. He lost all sense of time and space. He was no longer tired but entranced and felt he could stay here forever, with her.
After a while, he kissed her lips and opened her mouth. He sunk his tongue inside, tasting her sweet saliva. He ran his tongue over hers and suddenly felt her begin to stir. He realized he'd lost track of time and she was coming out of it. She instinctively kissed him back and his chest swelled with such delight. She let out a deep intoxicating moan and he loved the sound. It was like music to his ears.
He loved how he could feel her body twitch to life around him. Her reaction to him was quite unexpected. She was half out of it, most people would have jolted and started fighting but she still allowed him to take her. He grasped her chin in his hand and moved her head from side to side. Her eyes opened to half slits and were glossy.
She was clearly out of it but still receptive to fucking. He madly chuckled to himself. She was truly a whore through and through. She'd fucked so much her body was probably going off muscle memory at this point. He chuckled once more at the thought but kept humping. She moaned and then let out a painful groaned but still she took him ever more.
After a few minutes, Gwyne became more awake...aware. She realized she was having sex with someone. She groaned unsure of where or even who she was with at the moment. Her head was swimming in the deepest fog she'd ever known and her body was beyond sore. Her skin felt like it was on fire and her joints ached like never before. She felt nauseous and tried to turn on her side but the person on top of her, wouldn't let her.
They pinned her to the bed and relentlessly grinded into her. She managed to lift her hands but they felt so strange like they were asleep or weren't attached. She flopped them about before placing them on the guys shoulders. She began to push him away but then stopped as a sudden orgasm rippled through her. It was quick, sharp and painful at first but oh so good. For a moment she lost herself laying back in the bed.
She put her hands down and ran her palms over the cool silken sheets, gathering them up in her ecstasy. She let out a heavy breath followed by a deep moan. She half closed her eyes as her pussy felt so strange...off. She didn't know why her body was so sore. When she came again she cried out, it was so sharp, like she'd been stabbed with an orgasm.
It didn't help that this guys cock was so fucking hard and relentless. He just kept ramming into her. She looked at him closer and realized it was Dawson. Her ass burned as he madly shifted her about in the bed. They made eye contact and he tightly clutched her. He licked the side of her face as he squeezed her body like he was trying to pop her or something..
Her mind started to clear and she recalled what she'd done, all those guys. It explained why she felt like this. She'd fucked so many cocks and FUCK! HE'D! Dawson had put a cigar out on her ass! THE FUCKER! It was foggy but it explained the burning she felt now as she came yet again.
She cried out "Uhh, uhh, uhhhhhh"
She was so disgusted with herself, cumming off his dick after he'd put a fucking cigar out on her. She thought the toilet had been her all time low but this def finally surpassed that, then again when didn't she get off these days.
She groaned trying to make it stop."Uh stop it! It hurts!"
"You like that!"
"No, it's not the good kind." she cried.
He chuckled, "Not the good kind!"
"Please." she pleaded, putting her hands on his shoulders. She tried to push him away but he wouldn't budge.
"No." he hissed back. "Not until I'm done. You've had your fill, it's my turn."
She knew him, knew he could last hours even a fucking day. She couldn't handle that right now. "Please, I can't take anymore!"
"Like you have a limit!" he scoffed.
"I do and this is it." she said. "Please,"
"Shut up!" he snarled back.
He didn't let up on her and she knew she couldn't make him stop. She turned her head to the side and he gently kissed her neck. He kept pumping into her and she tried to go limp. She knew it would hurt less if she just eased up and let it happen. Let it happen that sounded so bad...maybe because it was. Tears welled up in her eyes, lately she just kept letting things happen, kept giving in, especially when it came to Dawson.
It was because she didn't think when she was with him. They always did such crazy fucking shit and she didn't think about nothing, Corrie, her future and the lack there of or getting a job. She didn't want to think anymore, no care...yeah, she didn't want to care anymore. Look where caring got her, maybe she'd just let shit happen and see where it got her.
What did her father used to say either do something about it or stop bitching. She recalled a time when she'd been hungry. He had no food in the fridge, not that it would have mattered he had no power in his apartment. He'd spent all his money gambling. She'd been so cold and hungry that she cried all the time. Her father had told her to either do something about it or stop bitching.
She'd told her mother, when she came to pick her up and that was the last time she spent the night at his place. She only met him at the diner after that. At first her mom had given her money to buy food but when her father kept taking it, she just gave it directly to the diner.
It wasn't a great memory, most of them involving her father weren't but the point was, if she didn't like this and didn't want to do shit with Dawson anymore, then she should just end things, otherwise she should stop bitching and let it happen. She looked up at herself in the mirror on the ceiling and let out a heavy sigh, making her choice. She looked around and suddenly realized the were no longer in the hotel room. She furrowed her brow wondering when they had left? She didn't remember, the last thing she recalled was the burn and him putting her corset on front of the bathroom mirror.
She closed her eyes as he kept plugging away. Her body had already been through so much yet it didn't let up. She kept experiencing waves of euphoria, even the painful ones still felt good. She had to be definitely be broken or something...he'd fucking broken her. He'd- He'd- Her eyes popped open wide and she clutched the silken sheets, throwing her head back as the one of the most powerful orgasm she'd ever experienced ripped through her.
She cried out almost screaming. Her ears filled with static as there was a sudden drop in pressure. She felt her heart quicken as her body surged with such overwhelming pleasure and she half closed her eyes as she rolled them back in her head. It wasn't as intense as the one she'd had over the toilet but was pretty fucking strong maybe a close second as her entire body radiated with pleasure. It was like all her orgasms were compounding into one big massive explosion. She nearly passed out as her body stiffened then trembled. For a moment she wondered if it were possible to overdose on sex, is so...she had to be close if not there.
He felt it and roared out, "DAMN YOU! FUCK!"
He was surprised she still had anything left in her. He could feel her entire body squeeze and pulse against him. He lost himself in her folds and couldn't hold back any longer letting, loose on her. She cried out again as she started to come down and her muscles hurt. It had been so glorious and intoxicating but she felt strained now like she'd clenched a muscle too hard for far too long. He went all in. She knew he must have been close because she could feel his teeth on her shoulder. They tore into her tender flesh as he released within her.
After a few seconds she felt some extra warmth and he said something to her she didn't quite catch. He pulled back, then out of her, jutting his seed onto her stomach, breasts and face. He covered her in such a thick load. He must have been saving up for ages. For a second it almost seemed endless. When he was finally done, he sat up on her and threw his head back. He closed his eyes for a moment then leaned off to the side.
She thought he was going to get her a tissue so she could clean up but he got his fucking camera. He looked absolutely exhausted like a fucking zombie the way he staggered about but took several quick snapshots of her covered in his seed. Then he set the camera down and collapsed to the side of her in a heap of exhaustion. She thought he'd passed the fuck out but when she tried to move a few minutes later and clean herself up, he rolled on his side and snatched her up.
It was unexpected and she cried out. He pulling her into him tightly, holding her. He didn't so much spoon her as tangle his body around her. She couldn't pull away and could soon hear him softly snoring. She let out a long groan but didn't bother to move again. She was still so exhausted and soon closed her eyes and passed back out.
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