Gwyne dreampt she was naked, on her knees with her hands tightly bound behind her back. She was in what appeared to be a large cave. It was hard to tell the lighting was so dim, there were blazing fire pits everywhere, making shadows dance against stone walls and floors. She heard screaming in the distance and just knew people were being tortured. She was so confused. She had no idea what was going on. Just where was she and how had she gotten here?
She shifted her gaze from side to side as she looked about trying to make sense of things. To her left, she saw a man that like her was naked and on his knees, with his hands tied behind his back. Though unlike her, he looked like he had been badly beaten, possibly even tortured. His face and body were caked in blood and dirt. He looked so out of it, he kept swaying and nearly fell over several times but a man standing behind him, forced him to remain steady on his knees. Even though Gwyne didn't know this man, seeing him in such pain made her heartache. It was if she were seeing Corrie beaten and broken. Perhaps they had some connection to one another but she was uncertain.
She suddenly heard a woman laugh. Her laughter filled the caves and echoed out around them as she came up from behind. She put her hand on the broken man's cheek and shoved his head to the side. He easily shifted nearly falling over but the man behind him, forced him to stay on his knees. The woman kept messing with the poor man, scratching her nails across his face and slapping him.
Gwyne wanted to shout at the woman and tell her to leave the man alone but found her mouth gagged. She felt utterly powerless as all she could do was watch. She took a closer look at this woman and saw she wore weird furs and cloths bound to her by various ropes. Her entire outfit, even the way she wore her hair looked very primitive. It shouldn't matter what the woman wore but for a moment Gwyne felt puzzled and pulled back from what was going on around her. Again, she wondered how she had gotten here?
Someone suddenly stepped up to her in fur boots. She looked up trying to see the figures face but couldn't seem to raise her head high enough. She craned her neck back but it began to hurt. She let her head drop forward and noticed her breasts for the first time. She had golden rings pierced though her nipples. She watched them glisten in the firelight and heard chains rattle as a large, thick collar was put around her neck and locked in place.
She saw the collar was attached to a thick chain but couldn't see its end point. She whimpered feeling trapped and began to madly cry as she struggled against her bonds. The tall man in fur boots slapped her hard across the face. It knocked her to the ground and she landed in the dirt. She could feel the sting of his slap radiate across her cheek. She'd been hit good a few times by now but this by far, was the hardest she'd ever been slapped.
She heard someone speak but it was so low it was almost a whisper. The tall man in fur boots, grunted before he grabbed her up. He dragged her across the floor and threw her down before a man sitting on a stone throne. He had on a heavy fur cloak and was wearing a helmet that covered his entire face. She looked up at him but he was solely focused on the man that had been badly beaten.
They dragged the him over as well. The man in the helmet let out a low laugh that sent shivers down her spine. "Some big savior you turned out to be! In the end you are just like everyone else, easily crushed beneath my boot. You can't save anyone, you can't even save yourself." The man in the helmet stood up from his throne and adjusted his cloak to fall at his back. She wondered how he could wear such a heavy thing, when the cave was so hot, at least she felt overheated or maybe she was just overwhelmed.
The man in the helmet slowly approached the beaten man. He looked down at him, then took up the man's chin in his hand. He forced the beaten man to look up at him and laughed in his face. His laughs echoed throughout the cave like that woman's had. After a few seconds he let go of the beaten man and threw his head back. He looked up at the ceiling for a moment then lowered his head.
He then shook it and said. "What a disappointment! All this planning, all this excitement for not!"
He let out a heavy sigh then turned his back to the beaten man. She watched as the man in the helmet lifted his shoulders then let them drop. He breathed then rolled his head from side to side before turning his attentions to her. She looked up at him from the ground and he nodded to the tall man in the boots. He lifted her up off the floor and placed her back on her knees before the man in the helmet.
Gwyne swallowed frightened, her throat felt swollen and she felt a tightness in her chest as the man in the helmet stepped up to her. He took her chin in his hand just as he had with the beaten man. His touch was as cold as ice. He turned her head from side to side before he let her go.
He boasted then, "I am truly unstoppable and all that I desire is at last mine!"
He was so full of himself she couldn't help but be reminded of Dawson but his body type was nothing like his. His muscles were significantly smaller and he was leaner. He raised a hand and several half naked women appeared out of the shadows. They stepped up to him and took away his fur cloak. She could take in his body now as he outreached his arms.
He was covered in ornate jewelry, golden chains and jewels. He had various tribal tattoos, burns and scars. It was a lot to take in but her eyes were quickly drawn to his privates. His cock was covered by a golden codpiece shaped like the head of a fierce dragon, it had various jewels adorning it and piecing eyes that seem to stare her down. Again she swallowed intimated by such a gaudy piece.
He noticed she was focused on it. She couldn't see his expression but had a feeling he was pleased. You didn't wear something like that unless you wanted people to focus on your cock. He ran his fingers through her hair and she flinched as he thrust the dragon forward into her face. He pressing it again her skin and she whimpered. She found herself speaking though she couldn't make out what she was saying through her gag.
"What's that?"asked the man in the helmet. He pulled his dragon cock back and nodded to the tall man behind her. She felt him reach and release her gag. He wanted to know what she had said but Gwyne was so overwhelmed that she had no idea what she had just said.
She took a deep breath then tried to get some answers. "Who are you? What is going on here?"
The man in the helmet cocked his head to the side then repeated "Who am I? What is going on here?"
He chuckled for moment but quickly cut it off. She saw his tongue flicker through a hole in the helmet where his mouth would be. She heard him let out a heavy sigh then he reached removing the helmet. The horror that befell her eyes, his face! If you could call it that... was badly damaged. She couldn't look away and then she caught sight of his eyes, his piecing ice blue eyes. Once again she was reminded of Dawson.
"Dawson!" she grasped
"Who is Dawson?" the man snarled. From the tone of his voice he was clearly upset.
"I- I don't understand," she whimpered "Where am I? When am I? Who are you people?"
He snatched her up by her neck and lifted her to meet his gaze. "WHO AM I! WHO AM I!" The man's entire body shook with rage, "WHAT YOU DON'T RECOGNIZE YOUR HANDY WORK WITCH!
"I don't understand." she sputtered tears streaming down her face.
He looked at her closer, his gaze beyond intense but she didn't know what he was talking about. After a moment he shifted his gaze from side to side studying her. He only seemed to grow more upset. He threw her to the ground and turned his back to her.
"STOP YOUR BABBLING! IT WILL DO YOU NO GOOD! IT'S OVER!"
The tall man scooped her up and forced her back on her knees. The woman who had been laughing and toying with the beaten man, came over to Gwyne. She grasped hold of her face and looked at her intensely. Strangely she felt some familiarity to her but again didn't know her. The woman examined her closely then said, "No games, she speaks the truth. She really has no idea what is going on?"
Gwyne looked at her puzzled, how did she know that? Was she reading her mind? Was such a thing possible, no, she felt...knew it was something else. She wasn't reading her mind but her body and facial expressions. Yes! The two locked gazes for a moment before the woman pulled away and went to sooth the man as he put his helmet back on, covering his face once more. For a moment he slumped over looking more upset.
The woman ran her nails across his skin and cooed. "All is within your grasp, now is the time, take your revenge."
Revenge for what, Gwyne wondered? Just what had she or the man they'd beaten done? The man in the helmet lifted his head and nodded. He dismissed the laughing woman, pulling away from her. He turned to face Gwyne once more and hissed.
"No matter farce or not! In time YOU will understand!" He turned his back to her once again then walked up to the man that had been beaten. "AND YOU! You thought you could defeat me and take what was RIGHTFULLY MINE! But I've been dozens of steps ahead of you this entire time! I've had betrayers amongst you, waiting in the shadows, waiting to strike you down as you once did me. BECAUSE THEY KNEW who the rightful ruler of this land was and now, there is no more resistance!"
The man in the helmet put a hand on the beaten man's shoulder. He lowered himself down crouching so that they were face to face. "All of your deceitful lies, have at last come to light. All those who were loyal to you, have been captured. CAN YOU HEAR THEM NOW! HEAR WHERE THEIR LOYALTY GOT THEM!" Gwyne realized he was talking about the screams in the distance. The sounds of people being tortured. "Soon enough they will all be dead and there will be no one to carry your name on their lips but not before they've suffered as I have suffered. You will all suffer beyond compare!"
The man in the helmet stood up tall then and loomed over the beaten man as he swayed, blood poured from his mouth. Gwyne wasn't sure how aware he was, after such a beating he looked like he was barely hanging on. The man in the helmet boasted once more. "IT IS OVER! At last it is finally over, you and your kind have failed and as of today, all is mine! While your people will suffer and die, YOU shall remain and watch as I take claim to all that is mine." His head turned and he looked back to Gwyne, "Starting with this whore witch!"
Gwyne locked eyes with the man in the helmet before he looked beyond her to the tall man with fur boots. She turned her head watching as the man moved away from her for a moment. He went to a cauldron filled with flames and stoked the fire. She saw him withdraw a red hot iron that had a strange metal design on the end.
Without warning, he walked up behind her and roughly grabbed her hair. She had a bad feeling about this! The man in the helmet came over to them and took the iron from the tall man. He brought the it towards her chest and she could feel it's heat. They locked eyes once more and his ice blue eyes were so cold...dark.
"From this moment on you are mine complete! You will have no use for your magic! You will be nothing more then my whore! I will run you ragged until there is nothing left of you and then I shall string your broken body up so that all can see, what became of those who deny me!"
He centered the iron between her breasts and she realized he was going to brand her. She madly flailed, trying to get away but the tall man, in fur boots, held her tightly. She screamed pleading for the man in the helmet not to do this but could feel the heat growing closet to her flesh. The man that had been beaten, the one that reminded her of Corrie, suddenly came to life, alerted by her screams.
He managed to get to his feet and attempted to get to the man in the helmet but was quickly tackled by half a dozen men that seemingly appeared out of no where. It was as if they'd been laying in wait, for him to make even the slightest of movements. The beaten man roared out, fighting them off, even in his condition but more piled onto him. Still he tried to get to the man in the helmet.
"NO! NO! LEAVE HER ALONE! LEAVE HER!" He roared
"GET HOLD OF HIM! MAKE HIM WATCH!" the laughing woman ordered.
They beaten man kept struggling against the other men but there were just too many of them. They tackled him to the ground and forced his head in Gwyne's direction. She locked eyes with him and even though his eyes were all but swollen shut they saw each other, flashes, images of another time and place flowed through her.
She saw him when he'd been unharmed and happy. His eyes, oh his eyes were like Corrie's, the color of the ocean. From the way he looked at her and the intimacy of his gestures, the smile that spread across his lips and the way his eyes lit up around her, she realized they were lovers. He kept struggling, though he must have been in great pain, he fought to get free, to get to her.
He'd told her not to come with him but she'd followed him. She would follow him anywhere. She loved him. For a second Gwyne forgot herself living in this moment and these feelings. Tears trickled down her cheeks and then she felt the red hot iron pressed against her flesh. She let out such blood curdling screams. Her cries filled the entire cave as she felt her flesh being seared. It was a pain unlike anything she had ever felt before.
She became delirious and nearly passed out. She almost couldn't tell when he pulled the iron back as her skin still burned. She heard the beaten man, her lover, roar with such furry. He managed to get up again but was quickly put down once more. The tall man let Gwyne fall back and laid her out on the ground with her arms pinned under her.
She watched as the man in the helmet, removed the golden dragon from his crotch. She saw his engorged cock and noticed the tip was piece with a golden ring. She watched as he lowered himself between her legs. She was barely aware the pain was so overwhelming. Tears escaped the corners of her eyes and she was on the verge of losing consciousness.
Suddenly she felt a hand rest against her cheek. It drew her attention and she caught sight of those cruel ice blue eyes once more. She shuttered and could see they were lit up now, filled with such twisted delight. She vaguely felt him spread her and place himself. She closed her eyes knowing there was nothing she could do to stop him...to stop this. She was beyond frightened, consumed with agony and despair.
Despair...Despair...Despair...Gwyne gasped waking in the dark. For a moment she had no idea where she was or what was going on. She felt disoriented, sore and feverish. Her body was covered in a cold sweat and her chest burned like it was on fire. She tried to sit up but found she couldn't as someone was wrapped tightly around her, squeezing her. She felt overwhelmed like she was being suffocated.
It took some effort but she manged to get free of their grasp and slipped away. She slid across silken sheets and fell out of the bed but she didn't care, happy to be free. She moved to her hands and knees and crawled around on the cold floor. Her head was swirling and her heart was racing. Slowly, she began to realize where she was and sought out the bathroom.
She was nearly blinded as she stumbled into the room and the automatic lights flickered on.
She rushed to the sink suddenly feeling hot. She turned the water on and splashed cold water on her face, then chest as it still felt like it was on fire. It took her a moment to realize it wasn't and that she had just been dreaming...a nightmare. It was just a nightmare she told herself. She'd had so many over the years, by now, you think she'd be used to them. Yet she still stared at her chest, making sure it hadn't been burned...branded. She could see some slight bruising but no burns.
She ran a hand over her face and took several deep breaths trying to get control of herself. She found the nearest wall and slid down it until she sat on the floor. She just held herself for several minutes. The cave, those people and everything that had happened, flashed through her mind so vividly. It had felt...felt so real. She knew sometimes her nightmares could, but she had really lost herself in this one. For several minutes she just stared off into space trying to make sense of it all. Then she attempted to make sense of what was happening right now.
She pieced together she was with Dawson and at his place. They must have had another wild time. She didn't know what they had been up to for several minutes but eventually it came back to her. He'd picked her up, taken her on an awful date and then paid he ten thousand to wear a fucking mask. From there... things got blurry, she must have taken something, yeah and then the hotel room….those guys. Shiiiitttt those guys! That...had been real, the things she'd done and the things she let Dawson do to her.
She let out a groan thinking she'd really lost it and hit rock fucking bottom. She wondered why she went through with it. Why had she let things go that far. She couldn't recall why right now it all seemed so crazy. She got this vague sense of clarity like at the time things had been clear to her but now it was all jumbled up in her head, a fucking mess but what wasn't these days.
She dropped her head letting her chin fall to her chest. She stared down at her bruised and battered body and started getting intense flashes of it. So many men, cocks, positions, cum and the glorious feeling of being endlessly pounded. Uhhh, her pussy throbbed recalling it all now, she had really let herself go wild. It explained why she felt so messed up because she had been.
She laughed to herself running her hands over her body. Shit she was so swollen and sore and it was only the middle of the night. She was probably gonna be wrecked come morning but fuck if she hadn't enjoyed herself. She threw her head back and ran her hand across her stomach and down her legs. She let out a lustful moan recalling it all. She ran her hand over her swollen sex and still felt so so...aroused. Shit! She knew that was horrible. She'd fucking hit rock bottom but oh what a decent.
She laughed again, then recalled how things had ended with her head in the toilet and him pissing on her. She froze for a moment and looked herself over before she recalled he'd given her a shower. She laughed yet again and knew Tawnie was gonna laugh as well when she told her. Gwyne froze covering her mouth thinking about it, she probably wouldn't tell her about any of this, no not for a long time. It...it wasn't as bad as that time in the men's room but this was pretty up there...maybe worse actually. The time at the men's room she'd lost herself, this time she'd been aware of what she was doing. She knew what was going to happen and still did it.
She knew Tawnie wouldn't judge her she might even joke about not being invited but Gwyne didn't want her to know she'd lost it. She leaned forward and her butt suddenly hurt really bad. Her eyes shot open as she recalled what had happened again. She scrambled to her feet and looked at herself in the mirror wanting to see it.
She expected to see a bandage but there was none? There was only an ugly, round scab. A scab! Scabs took time to form! "SHIT! FUCK!" She cursed under her breath just how long had she been out? She looked at the rest of her body, she knew she should be covered in bruises and red marks. She still had bruises but they were definitely in the later stages now and there were barely any red marks. She stumbled back realizing her soreness was more of a stiffness now, from sleeping way too long.
She must have slept for days, maybe even a week...fuck maybe more. She supposed given what she'd done it was understandable. She'd over extended herself and been so exhausted after everything but still. This wasn't good losing all this time with Dawson and doing all this shit. Of course, she knew that it wasn't, it was part of the reason she was with him. She was a glutton for punishment… fuck she was.
She let out a heavy sigh then suddenly recalled her nightmare again and the pain of the branding iron. The pain had felt so real, beyond anything she had ever experienced. There was no pleasure in it only suffering. She didn't understand how the pain in her dreams could hurt so much more compared to real physical pain. Some of her wires were definitely damaged or even broken. She shook her head, once again she already knew this.
She looked at herself in the mirror then ran her hands up and down her arms suddenly feeling cold again. Maybe she was sick or something...Yeah or something. She let out a nervous laugh before clarifying the thought, physically sick, mentally she was already a lost cause, especially after the shit she'd just done. She looked at herself in the mirror again and wondered how she truly felt about everything.
She had enjoyed herself yes but did she feel anything else...at all? Was she proud of what she had just done? Did she feel happy, guilty, sad... shitty? Was she disgusted with herself or did she even care anymore? She tried to understand just how she felt in this moment but honestly didn't really know. If anything she sort of felt numb to it all... like it was just another thing that had happened...that she'd done, in a long list of shit. She didn't want to dwell on it long and didn't know if that was a good or bad thing.
She just stood there for a moment then felt another sudden chill. She wandered over to the bathtub and turned on the hot water. She looked over some bath salts and added various concoctions to the water, making it smell divine. It felt kind of weird using his bathtub and messing around with his stuff but after all the shit they'd done she didn't think he'd mind. Once the tub was full, she grabbed a towel and slid into the hot water. It felt so so good, the smells were soothing and the heat eased her sore muscles.
For several long minutes she let herself drift. She tried to relax but her thoughts kept returning to her nightmare. Everything was still so vivid in her mind, she could still feel the hot iron between her breasts and hear the screams of those being tortured. She could see the delight in those ice blue eyes and the look of agony on the beaten man's face as he tried to get to her. She knew they'd been lovers, and had recalled flashbacks of their time together. He...he had really reminded her of Corrie, almost like they were the same person, even though they looked nothing alike.
It was strange but she realized it wasn't the first dream or nightmare where she'd felt someone was like Corrie or even Dawson, now that she thought about it. She'd get this strong feeling and just know it was them, it was like some sort of sixth sense shit. It was as if she could feel their very essence. Okay, maybe she was still a little blitzed 'feel their essence?'Seriously! She chuckled to herself. She was definitely overthinking this. It was all just a dream nothing more, it didn't mean anything and didn't matter.
She let out a heavy sigh knowing she should be more focused on the here and now and just what she was going to do about Dawson. Fuck! What was she going to do about him? She felt like this thing of theirs had gotten way out of control. It had been bad before but the fucking shit he'd sprung on her with those guys and he'd fucking burned her! That was not okay!
She had to do something! she couldn't just keep going with the flow, especially not when he fucking planned to do worse. She hadn't done anything when he hit her but this was on a whole other level. If she wasn't careful this guy really was gonna to fucking-
Dawson suddenly shuffled into the bathroom. She pulled from her thoughts watching him stagger up to the toilet. He pissed for nearly a minute straight before he flushed. He stretched then washed his hands and turned to leave but paused looked at her in the tub.
He raised an eyebrow and asked "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
"Taking a bath." she said as if it were obvious, "I had a nightmare and was feeling feverish."
"Ahhh, poor you." he mocked. "Get the fuck out of my tub! Now!"
He snapped his fingers like he was ordering his fucking dog to come then stepped up to the tub. He pushed one of a buttons on the tub ledge and it suddenly began to drain. She was glad she hadn't messed with it now. She had thought the button was for jets or something. She let out another heavy sigh as the water quickly lowered. It was still so warm and she hadn't wanted to get out just yet. He snapped his fingers and she stood as he got her towel. He suddenly grabbed her arm and practically yanked her out of the tub. Once she was out, he threw the towel around her and began to roughly dry her off.
He seemed to be in one of his moods as he threw the towel over her head and messed her hair all up. Yet when he pulled the towel away they locked eyes and his face lit up, like he was suddenly happy. His smile was rather contagious and she couldn't help but smile back at him. His ice blue eyes lit up and his smile grew even more. He had this almost loving looking on his face, then suddenly he froze like a deer caught in headlights.
She tilted her head wondering if he was okay. He looked suddenly sick, before she could ask his face twisted into rage. He threw the towel back over her head and shoved so hard, that she fell back into the tub bang up her elbows and nearly whacking her head. She cried out in pain thinking he could have seriously hurt her. She struggled in the water and pulled the towel off her head. She was ready to give him a piece of her mind as she got out of the tub but he had suddenly become manic.
As she got to her feet she watched him rush around the room. He seemed to be frantically looking for something. "Where is it! Where the fuck is it!"
"What?" she said, "What are you looking for?"
"YOUR FUCKING MASK!" He roared, "THE MASK! THE MASK!"
She would have been annoyed if he didn't look so distraught. It was like his entire world was falling apart. He ran in and out of the room his hands shaking as he struggled to look for it.
"It...it must have fallen off when I was sleeping. Maybe it's in the bed?" She wasn't sure if she'd been wearing it or not but was just trying to help calm him down.
"SO YOU PUT IT BACK ON! WHAT THE FUCK AM I PAYING YOU FOR!" He raged then stormed out of the room.
She watched him leap onto the bed. He started tearing it apart, ripping up the sheets and blankets. He tossed the pillows all about then madly dashed to the floor looking under the bed. She just stood in the doorway still dripping with water. She wasn't sure what to think as he cursed and ran into his walk-in closet.
A second later he threw a new mask at her. It hit her chest and fell to the floor. He wouldn't even look at her or come back into the bathroom. It was like he was scared of her face or something. He turned his back to her and waited for her to put it back on. Seriously, what was his deal? She thought he was being childish again. No! He was being fucking crazy! This was insane!
She bent over and picked the mask up from the bathroom floor hissing "SERIOUSLY!" Again she didn't get him at all but put the mask back on knowing she had made a deal with him, "It shouldn't matter if I'm not right next to you or when we're asleep. The room is super dark."
"IT'S WHAT'S I REQUIRE!" he snarled still not looking at her.
"YOU KNOW I COULD JUST GO HOME!" she snapped back.
"NO!" he shouted as he dared to glance at her. Once he saw she was wearing the mask. He got a smirk on his face and suddenly became all cocky again. He acted as if he hadn't just thrown a fit. "I'm not done yet!"
"Well maybe I am!" she spat again, crossing her arms."You're being a real jerk!"She tried to march past him and out of the bedroom but he snatched her up from behind. She turned in his arms to face him and they struggled until he pinned her against a wall. "Stop it!" she hissed.
"No," he teased.
He suddenly seemed at ease, lighthearted even as he pressed himself against her. She could feel his hard-on against her belly and knew he wanted to go again. It freaked her out how easily he could change moods, it was like changing the channel on a TV. Just a moment ago he'd been all pissy and frantic about her not wearing a mask, now he was soft, gentle even as he began kissing her all over. His kisses were so little and light that they tickled.
"No," she cried trying to stay focused, "I'm mad at you!"
"Well I'm mad at you." he pouted back puffing out his lower lip.
"Really? And just why are you mad at me?"
"Well, why are you mad at me?" He asked giving her a charming smile.
He was far too handsome for his own good, fuck... for her own good. He was definitely a problem for her. She hated how he could make her melt, not just physically but mentally. She sighed trying not to fall for it. She really was annoyed but the way he was looking at her was far too... intoxicating. It was truly pathetic after all he'd done that she could so be so easily swayed to his whims by a fucking glance.
Yes, those ice blue eyes of his had her wrapped around his finger or in this case his cock. For a moment she recalled her nightmare yet again and how cruel they had been. She zoned out thinking of how that man in the helmet had so reminded her of Dawson and scared her so badly. Dawson scared her sometimes but never like that.
The man in the helmet had been so full of fury. She recalled how he had yelled at her. 'WHAT YOU DON'T RECOGNIZE YOUR HANDY WORK WITCH!' Just what had he meant by that? Had she done something to his face? Why would- Dawson suddenly grabbed hold of her chin, pulling her from her thoughts.
He turned her to look at him and asked. "Now, where did you go?"
"Nowhere," she said
"Then tell me? Why are you mad at me?"
She threw her head back pulling from his grasp, "I already told you, you're being a jerk!"
"Well, you're being a bitch!"
"Really? How am I being a bitch?"
He scoffed as if it were obvious. "Let us count the ways, shall we," he leaned into her more practically pressing his lips against her ear, "Well first you woke up without my permission and left the bed which in turn woke me up. Second you used my bath without permission and messed with my expensive products, smelling up my bathroom Then you forgot to put your mask on when I was in your presence and were snippy about it. As I recall I gave you ten thousand in cash. I shouldn't have to fight with you over every little fucking instance of where and when you should wear it. Of course greatest of all, you threaten to leave, when again, only I can give you permission!"
"Oh really," she said slowly and sarcastically. "Seriously, I don't need your permission for anything."
"Oh but you do," he whispered wrapping his hand around her neck. He placed a thumb on her throat and she could feel the ring he wore."Especially when it comes to touching my shit!"
"Right," she said again. He couldn't see it but she was rolling her eyes.
"Yes," he seethed "This isn't just some annoyance." He grabbed her chin yet again. "I have expensive AND dangerous things in this bathroom, mixing the wrong items together could mean the difference between life or death."
She scoffed thinking he was being dramatic now, "Life or death, it was just bath salts!"
"That you know of!" He hissed "You could have easily used a dangerous chemical peel, created noxious gas by mixing the wrong chemicals or even caused something to explode."
"WHAT!" she said in disbelief. "Why do you even have shit like that in your bathroom!"
"Because it's my PERSONAL bathroom! No one is suppose to be meddling in there but me, not even the staff are allowed!"
"Then who cleans your toilet!"
"I do!"
"I'd like to see that!" She teased. For some reason she couldn't picture someone like him cleaning anything.
"I bet you would," he said "Now, unless I give you specific permissions, you don't touch any of my shit, especially here! Understand!"
"Right!" she said.
"Now where were we?" he said letting go of her chin. He began kissing her all over again.
She threw her head back, knowing she should still be upset and she was but his kisses, his touch felt so good right now. Her nose suddenly itched and she reached up touching her face. She itched it over the mask but the whole thing moved causing other parts of her face to itch as well. She wished she didn't have to wear it. She liked the ten grand and all but really wondered just what bothered him about her face again. She couldn't recall if he'd told her or not, the ten grand had been kind of all consuming.
"What about my face bothers you again?" she asked.
"I already told you," he hissed in between kisses.
"I know but I forgot, you said something about my eyes or something."
"Hmp," he scoffed, "Do you ever pay attention?"
"I do but a lot went on the other day…more then you know, usual for me,"
"Right," He let out a pleasing chuckle "I'll give you that."
"Yeah so what exactly is it? Maybe it's something I can fix?"
"You can't." he said flatly.
"Why not?"
"Because it's everything. The mere sight of it is enough to set me off,"
"Set you off? Seriously, then why are you even with me?"
"Heh, your gluttonous hole, why else."
"Right," she said slowly as he kept kissing her.
She thought about what he said and felt...uncomfortable. She knew all this was was just sex but still. He didn't even want to look at her...the mere look a her face was enough to set him off. They had discussed this before at the restaurant and she'd been upset then too but had ultimately taken the money. To him ten thousand was nothing but to her it had been a lot. Still given everything that had gone on...she felt like she needed some serious time to think. She tried to pull away again but he slammed her back into the wall.
"What! I'm just being honest, I'm probably the most honest person you'll eve meet. Don't fault me for not sugar coating things and telling you the truth. Plenty of guys have and will lie to you. They'll say it's your smile, your laugh, your 'personality' that attacks them. Oh you have so much to offer Gwyne, but you don't. You're not worth any real time or effort, you're just a gaping hole to drop a load in."
"No," she said but her voice came out smaller quieter then she would have liked.
"What's that!" he said.
"It's all you want me to be, need me to be." she protested, "But I know plenty of people who...who like the way I look and even the way I am."
"Right," He scoffed. He pulled back and looked down at her with a salty expression. She could tell he didn't like when things went against his sick little narrative. "Anyone your not fucking?" he hissed.
It took her a second to respond, "Tawnie."
"Tawnie, heh. She's just as empty as you are. Another hole doesn't count."
"You haven't even met her! You don't know her!"
"Trust me after what you've told me I know enough. She's just as used up and hallowed out as you are."
"Fuck you," she spat putting her hands on his chest. She was fine with him insulting her but not Tawnie, not the ones she cared about, "How would you feel if I called you just another cock!"
"Heh we both know that's not true. You already admitted you love this cock, are fucking obsessed with it!"
"Maybe I lied!" she hissed.
Oh, that set him off, his eyes got wide and lit up. She watched his face twist up and his front lip lift into a snarl. For a second her heart skipped a beat as she really thought he might smack her but he quickly relaxed, unsettlingly so and slowly said "Maybe...you...lied." He scoffed and said it again, "Maybe you lied." He pressed her into the wall, nearly crushing her with his body as he loomed over her. He whispered in her ear, "Maybe you need another taste!"
"No," she cried, "I'm sore and should be getting home."
As always he didn't listen to her, he pulled back and moved his stiffness between her legs. She let out a heavy breath as she could feel him slid it against the lips of her sex. Even as sore as she was, she couldn't resist his cock. He pressed forward positioning himself at her entrance and then sunk in deep with relative ease. She let out a long low moan closing her eyes. She threw her head back taking in every delicious inch of him. It went in so fucking fast and hit all the right spots even after her fucking buffet.
He smashed her body up against the wall again as he began to slowly swirl himself about. He lifted the bottom of her mask and pressed his lips against hers, snaking his tongue into her mouth. He must have popped a mint or something because he tasted so sweet. She let out another moan as they feverishly locked lips again and again.
He began to pull back and almost fell out of her. She protested knowing he was teasing her. He gave her a wicked smile, no doubt gloating at how she crumbled so easily to his cock after her denial. He thrust back into her nice and hard, just like she liked. She shamelessly cried out as he slammed her body back into the wall and laughed over her.
She felt so...so frustrated and embarrassed, this was so demeaning. He'd been treating her so badly lately and the things he said to her and about her friends were just awful but she couldn't help herself. She let out more lustful cries and dragged her finger tips across his skin as her body twinged with such pleasure and pain.
He lifted her legs up and she wrapped them around him interlocking her ankles. She didn't want to let him go as he madly pounded her into the wall. She let out a loud cry as she twisted with such delight. It was just so amazing...fuck...fuck she loved this cock. She cursed under her breath and he kept chuckling, knowing he had all the power.
"What's that now?" He teased.
"Nothing," she hissed,"
"Come on now, Love,"
"No," she spat.
He wiggled himself about and whispered against her skin, "Tell me! Tell me you love it!"
"No," she protested but oh she did. Oh she fucking did!
She began bucking and grinding against him. He watched her squirm about and she missed the cruel cold look on his face as he glared down at her. She was nearly lost in her own world, madly bouncing off the tip of his dick. He stopped thrusting and held himself still. He changed his expression to a lighter one then slowly hissed. "Well... if you don't." He began to pull back and she squeezed down on him with her muscles even as they ached.
"DON'T!" She pleaded.
"Don't what," he insisted grabbing hold of her neck.
"Don't stop!" she cried.
"Then admit I'm not just another cock!"
"Admit I'm not just some hole! And take back what you said about Tawnie!"
"No." he said flatly. "Unlike you I'm telling the truth!"
"Well so am I!"
"No your not! You're lying about lying."
"I'm not!"
"But you are," he hissed, "We both know you're just some hole who loves this cock! Say it! Admit it and I'll fill you up good and hard!"
She groaned not wanting to but he pulled out all the way and just rested the tip of his cock against her entrance teasing her with it. She was so frustrated, upset with him and herself for being this weak but she couldn't deny it in the end, she knew it was true. He wasn't just anyone. It was not fair! No matter how many times they had this fight, she'd clearly lost...had lost the battle a long time ago. She might as well just admit to it. "Fuck! FUCK! ALRIGHT! I LOVE IT! THERE HAPPY NOW! FUCK!"
"No," he said quietly shaking his head, "Not good enough, say you are just some worthless hole who loves this cock."
She glared up at him but he couldn't see it through her mask. He could only watch her chew on her lower lip before she sighed. "Fine! I'm just some worthless hole that loves this cock!"
His nostrils flared as he breathed in deeply. He tightened his grip on her neck and said, "Good, good. now don't forget it!
He pinned her against the wall and buried himself inside her once more. She shuttered enjoying the feel of him so deep within her. She could feel his breath on her ear as he began to roughly buck. She didn't last long, her body was still soo sensitive from everything and she came. It was a deep impact that rattled her body back to life after it's long slumber. Oh she loved fucking and especially loved this cock above all others. It was shameless to admit but in this moment she didn't care beyond intoxicated. She was like an addict getting another hit.
As her orgasmic wave began to calm, he pulled her from the wall and moved them back into the bathroom. He sat her down on one of the bathroom's counter tops and she allowed him to handle her however he pleased. He lifted her ankle up resting them on his shoulders. He kissed her left ankle almost lovingly before he began pounding her pussy into submission. It felt so good and her cries soon filled the room.
"FUCK!...UHH FUCK! DA...DAW!" She almost called out his name, he slowed his thrusts glaring down at her like a mad man but she caught herself.
She bit down on her lip and he chuckled pleased with her restraint. He let go of her legs and began running his hand over her breasts. He roughly squeezed and kneaded them before pulling at her nipple rings as he praised her, "That's my good girl, know your place!"
She looked up at him it was insulting as fuck but she didn't care in this moment as long as she got what she wanted, she really didn't care what he fucking said or even did to her. Of course it could be the sex talking, most likely she laughed beyond euphoric as he grinded her hole nice and hard. She came again, this time a wave of heat washed over her and it felt so fucking good.
He just seemed to have some sort of carnal knowledge that was beyond most her lovers… Maybe it was his age, his overall experience or perhaps their bodies just meshed together so well. She liked cumming and kept cumming again and again. At one point he pulled out and flipped her over on her stomach. He dragged her hips back and bent her over the counter. Then he grabbed the back of her neck and forced her to look in the mirror and watch him pound into her from behind.
She could tell he loved to watch himself and even got off on it. She watched his eyes light up as he stared himself down in the mirror. He smiled from ear to ear like a psycho and was so rough with her. She nearly had whiplash as he kept plugging away at her again and again. Her breasts madly flopped about and her nipple rings clacked against the counter top as their bodies collided against on another, not holding back. She looked at her faceless self in the mirror as she came but found it hard to focus on anything but this overwhelming pleasure.
She could feel him slowly building and then finally, gloriously, he released within her dropping a large load. She could feel his warmth seep into her as he let go of her neck and allowed her to slump over on the counter. He held her hips for a moment as he released twitching inside her. He threw his head back and she could hear him heavily breathing, intoxicated with his own pleasurable release. It lasted several good minutes before he stepped back and pulled out of her.
She let out a mixture between a groan and a moan as she soon felt his seed begin to drizzle out of her. She heard some shuffling and then, a second later the sound of snap shots. Of course he had to take a picture of every fucking thing. She stayed there for a long moment letting him get his fix in and then he surprised her, gently pulling her onto her feet.
She still wasn't used to him being so gentle. Once she was stable on her feet, he carefully pulled her mask back down, then adjusted her hair. He ran his fingers through it and even took up a brush and began to gently brush it. He moved so lightly, carefully over her that she didn't know what to make of it. He was always so rough with her but she realized if he wanted he could be just as gentle.
He had this strange look on his face, euphoria filled his eyes and his lips were slightly curved. He looked at ease in this moment. She thought he looked at her like you might look at someone you…cared for. Coming from him it left her feeling confused. Just a moment ago he was so rough and vulgar now he was gentle and almost loving. Once he finished brushing her hair, he set the brush down on the counter. He didn't roughly grab her arm like he usually did but instead offered out his hand to her.
Again she didn't get him, just when she thought she was getting a feel for him he'd up and change on her. Maybe it was the sex? Yeah! Maybe he was like how some people get when they don't have coffee. Maybe he just needed to cum first thing in the morning. She laughed at the thought but took his hand. It felt kind of strange...his hand was warm for once. He gave her an almost loving look before he sleepily yawned and led her out of the bathroom.
He snapped his fingers and it turned off the lights on their way out. The bedroom was so dark she couldn't see a thing. She stumbled forward uncertain but he kept hold of her hand and slowly guided her back to the bed. When they reached it he even helped her to get in. She found her heart quicken, it was silly how something so simple and small could make her feel so so- She furrowed her brow, knowing she defiantly had some issues, for sure.
A little bit of affection, it didn't matter who it was from had always went a long way with her. Even though it was dark he cleaned up the mess he'd made earlier when he was looking for the mask. When the bed was all put back together he joined her in the bed. He got behind her and wrapped his body around hers once more. It was more then just spooning her. He tangled his limbs around her locking her in place. She quickly began to feel overwhelmed almost suffocated. She tried to readjust and get comfortable but he wouldn't let her go. He wanted things to be like this and so they would be. This...this right here was a good representation of their entire relationship.
"Uh, this isn't comfortable for me," she protested.
He squeezed her tighter then groaned "You'll get used to it!"
Seriously! She didn't want to get used to it! She rolled her eyes but didn't move. He put his hands on her breasts and began squeezing them happily. She bit her lip wondering how he could sleep like this. He clung to her like she was a fucking stuffed animal. She laid there for several minutes annoyed, then began to feel strange. For a moment her thoughts became so lucid, like she could step outside herself and this situation and see everything.
She let out a heavy sigh, taking it all in, again she wondered what she was doing here with him. Clearly still fucking around but seriously...SERIOUSLY! She needed to make some actual decisions here and soon. After the other night, 'their so called date' it was very clear to her they had nothing in common beyond crazy sex. If it weren't for the sex, she definitely wouldn't have gotten with someone like him. There were so many things about him she disliked but to be fair, he probably disliked her just as much. Still the way they could make each other feel was beyond anything else. This relationship was definitely 'complicated.'
She let out a long groan, she was already in a 'complicated' relationship with Corrie. She needed another one like a bullet in the head. Even then, beyond how they 'felt' about each other, Dawson was clearly too much for her. He pushed her too fast, too far and way too hard. He also hurt her, not just her body but her mind as well, specifically her ego. Admittedly it was already pretty fragile to begin with but he definitely wasn't helping her self-esteem.
To top everything off, he couldn't, fuck wouldn't be reasoned with! "Fuck Gwyne!" She could already hear Tawnie's voice in her ear, when she found out about all this someday. Gwyne hadn't planned on telling her but knew now she would... eventually. Yes, eventually, once things had ended and the dust had settled some. She knew Tawnie was gonna lose it on her for staying so long and not telling her about everything sooner. She'd probably kick her butt and she should. Gwyne knew she'd fucked up and was losing it, fuck had lost it and sunk to an all time low...well a new one.
Everything just felt so fucked up right now more so then usual. Everything with Corrie was so fucked up and with Dawson doubly fucked. She needed a job and some fucking direction in her life that wasn't between her legs. She felt so overwhelmed and didn't want to think. She didn't want to care about anything anymore. She just wanted to drift. Yeah! She just wanted to drift a little longer. Eventually, she'd need to clear her head and start thinking again, but not right now. This thing with her and Dawson—whatever it was— couldn't go on forever. One way or another, it would end, and she was okay with that. Maybe after this was all over, she and Tawnie would go on a long trip and get away from everything and everyone for a while. Maybe catch a concert or two, while she contemplated what she wanted to do. But right now...right now, she just wanted to drift. She was in no hurry to get anywhere anytime soon. She yawned, starting to feel sleepy.
Dawson suddenly loosened his grip on her and she wondered if he'd fallen asleep. However he soon ran his hand up and down her back, gently rubbing it. He lightly kissed her shoulder then whispered in her ear. "You're beautiful again."
"Was I ever not." she said sleepily.
He kissed the back of her neck then said "I'll admit I had my doubts but I just had to see first hand."
"First hand." she said. "Right...me getting fucked."
"Yes, I think we can work things out now."
"Work things out? Were we having issues?"
"Not anymore." he cooed.
"Not anymore?" she repeated just what was he even talking about? She felt like he'd had this whole conversation and she'd been left out of.
He gave her a tight squeeze and happily said. "I think I'll keep you after all, even if you are a pig."
"Pig," she repeated, her eyes widened under her mask, recalling another nightmare she'd had. It unsettled her. "Wait! Why did you just say that?"
She waited for him to respond but he didn't. He just kissed and caressed her before snuggling up behind her and falling asleep. She laid there in the dark freaked out for a moment but eventually told herself she was overreacting. He'd called her a pig plenty of times before, at least she was pretty sure he had. She couldn't be certain in this moment.
After another minute or so, she decided it didn't matter. She was tired, and he couldn't possibly know about her nightmare—she hadn't told him. It was just a coincidence. Her eyes began to get heavy, and she yawned, letting it go. It took her a few minutes, but she finally settled back down. For a moment, she wondered how long she'd been here and just how long she planned to stay. She supposed one more night or day— whatever time it was—wouldn't hurt...right?
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