“Mrs. Kelley, I am ordered to have you forcefully held down by those three men if you refuse to cooperate. I don’t want to do that, and it is not in your best interest either. Please just let them do their job. You are done after that, and can do whatever you want.”
“Rebecca, why do I have to do that? I don’t want my vagina waxed.”
“I am afraid it’s going to happen whether you want it to or not.”
I couldn’t believe that I was laying on top of that table getting a bikini wax. I didn’t want the guy in there but lost that fight too. He was there explaining that he was going to brush something on me, sort of like Anbesol for toothaches. He said that it would help with the pain.
Pain? Really? This truly wasn’t real life.
I closed my eyes in embarrassment and humiliation while my pubic hair was being ripped from my body. I didn’t even protest when the guy lifted my right knee and rubbed warm wax on my left lip. I knew I would just be fighting a losing battle. I did scream however when he swiftly pulled it off. He did the same with my right leg and then rolled me to my side, making sure I was clean all the way back to my other hole. I had never been so humiliated in my life, and they acted like it was no big deal. I assumed that it probably wasn’t, and I certainly wasn’t the first girl that they had given a bikini wax to.
Rebecca told me that I could shower and that I was done for the day. She said that my supper should be about ready and to come to the kitchen when I was ready.
I decided to bath in the oversized tub and hissed a little when the hot water reached my recently stripped sex. I slid my hand down, and the only patch of hair was a neatly trimmed line running straight down the middle. I touched the smoothness of my lips and actually liked the feel of it.
I stood naked in front of the full length mirror. I didn’t look like the same girl. My hair was cut just below my shoulders and tapered around my face. The highlights and the blonde made me look older than I was. I wondered if that was the purpose of going blonde. I moved my eyes down my curves and once again touched my naked sex. I knew that this was another one of Drew’s demands, and got a little nervous when I thought about him wanting to have sex with me. I knew it was inevitable and that it was just a matter of time. Why else would he demand that I be a virgin or want me naked down there? Any idiot could figure that out.
Later that night, once I was in my bed for the night, my phone rang beside my bed. I didn’t know whether or not I should answer it. Was it my phone or was it ringing throughout the house?
“Hello,” I finally answered.
“Hello, you are even more beautiful now,” the voice said, and I knew that it was Drew.
“How do you know how I look?” I asked, looking around the room for a camera.
“I can see you in every room of my house, my dear.”
“Every room?” I asked, thinking about touching myself in front of the mirror. He laughed.
“Yes, my love, every room, but for future references, you’re not allowed to touch yourself.”
“Go to hell. I’ll do what I want, when I want,” I scolded. Who did he think he was?
He laughed again. “I assure you, Mrs. Kelley, you won’t, and I wouldn’t advise you to speak to me like that forthcoming.”
“Why?” I said boldly. He was in Africa, although I knew that I wouldn’t have spoken to him like that had he been standing in front of me.
“Because you will be punished for outbursts like that.”
“And how do plan to punish me?” I asked, but was already in half of a panic attack.
“I am sure you will soon find out. I will see you in a few days, Mrs. Kelley,” he said and hung up.
“Riley!” Dawson called. I was sure that it wasn’t the first time he had called my name.
I turned to look at him.
“One of these days you are going to have to tell me where it is you go when you zone out like that,” he stated.
I hadn’t even noticed the credits rolling up the screen.
“Sorry,” I said and shut the television off. I looked at the clock and knew that he should be leaving soon. It was the weekend. He worked the nightshift, and had to go home to change.
I picked up our beer bottles and carried them to the kitchen. I turned around, and Dawson was right there. He didn’t give me time to speak, or protest when he backed me up to the sink and kissed me.
Damnit, Dawson. Why do you have to go and mess up a good thing?
I parted my lips just a little, and his tongue darted in and entwined with mine. I hadn’t even realized that I had moaned in his mouth until I heard it with my own ears. It was most certainly my moan. His hands went up my sides and around my back pulling me closer to him, and I didn’t have the power to make him stop.
Really vagina? You traitor.
It was a good thing that he stopped because I was ready to rip my clothes off right there on the kitchen floor.
“Jesus, Ry,” he whispered to my lips.
“What the hell did you do, sheriff?”
“I don’t know, but I liked it,” he said, kissing me softly again and then pulling away.
“You better get out of here,” I whispered back to his lips, willing myself not to shove my tongue down his throat again.
“Yes, I better,” he agreed and kissed me again, and again, and again. He finally pulled away and I followed him to the door, locking up behind him.
What the fuck was that?
I cleaned up the kitchen and crawled into bed, flipped on the television and dialed Lauren.
“What’s wrong,” she answered alarmed.
“Dawson freaking kissed me,” I blurted out.
“He did? How was it?”
“I don’t know yet, confusing I guess.”
“Ry, you should have known that it was going to happen. I mean you two do spend a lot of time together.”
“I am not ready for that, Lauren.”
“Forget that. Life is too short to wait around. I have to go, Ry. I’m getting ready to sing. I will be over in the morning.”
“Okay, break a leg. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Chapter 5
I lay there for a long time, thinking about Dawson, and of course it led to Drew. I thought about the first time that he and I did anything. He was gone for seven days, and I had just started getting used to being in the exquisite house, and having servants doing everything for me. They did everything from my hair to picking out my clothes. I even had delicious meals prepared three times a day. I had full access to every room in the house and the pool outside. My favorite thing to do was ride around the property alone on one of the four golf carts.
You don’t know how many times I scoped the place out, thinking about running away on my little golf cart. Of course I was always too scared to try it, and knew that the battery would be dead before I ever even got off of his property. I didn’t know how much land he had, but I was sure that it was a lot.
It was later in the evening, and I had already retired to my room for the night. I didn’t even think about it when I saw the fresh clean nightgown and panties on my bed. I was starting to get used to having my clothes laid out every morning and every night. I grabbed the panties and left the nightgown on the bed.
I walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around me and Drew was sitting on my bed. I jumped and pulled the towel tighter around my naked body.
“What are you doing in here?” I asked.
“Now, is that any way to greet your husband after being gone for a week?” he asked with a smirk.
“You could have stayed gone for a month, and I wouldn’t have cared.”
He stood up and was in my face in a split second. “Where are your manners? Mrs. Kelley.”
“I ain't got none,” I yelled back.
“I don’t have any,” he corrected my hick language, “now, say it again.”
“Fuck you!” I said through my gritted teeth.
That was the first time he hit me. The back of
his hand went right across my right cheek bone, and I almost hit the floor.
“That will be the last time you ever say anything like that to me. Do you understand?” he asked as I held my throbbing face.
I didn’t answer and willed my tears to stay put.
“Answer me!” he said raising his voice.
“Yes!” I yelled right back.
“Yes, Drew, and try to say it a little nicer this time.”
“Yes, Drew,” I said quietly. I had to. I was afraid that he would hit me again.
“Good girl. Now come here. He said and sat back down on my bed.”
I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to go to him. What did he want? Why did I have to go to him… on my bed?!
“I said to come here, Morgan,” he warned. I slowly took the five steps to him, counting every one and stopping when I thought that it was close enough.
“Closer,” he demanded with a hungry look in his eyes.
My knees were shaking as I walked. He ran both his hands down my still damp arms, and then moved my right arm away from holding my towel closed. He pulled it apart and let if fall to the floor.
“My, my, you have got to be hottest little thing I have ever seen,” he said as his eyes went right to my vagina. I was so glad that I had taken the panties with me, and was somewhat covered. I should have known that I wasn’t going to keep them for long.
He pulled the front of my panties out and only looked, at first.
“I love this,” he said and touched the thin line of hair leading to my sex.
I gasped from his touch and stepped back with one foot. He stood up and walked behind me. He kissed the back of my neck, and his hands explored my stomach and ribs. I could smell his cologne and closed my eyes at what was conspiring, and having no say in it, what so ever.
His lips trailed my neck and shoulders and then his fingers found my nipple. I almost moaned when he teased it between his thumb and finger. I felt the sensations electrify from my nipple all the way to my groin.
Stupid vagina.
He slowly moved to in front of me and kissed me. I didn’t kiss him back and kept my lips pressed firmly together.
“Open your mouth,” he ordered to my lips.
I parted them slightly, but it was enough for him to gain access and take my mouth with his tongue. I tried my best not to kiss him back or touch him, but my body was betraying me, and strange emotions took over.
I didn’t think my heart could beat any faster, not until he pulled away from my lips and dropped to the floor in front of me. He slowly moved my panties down my legs and had to tell me to pick up my feet so that he could remove them. He sat back on his feet and stared at my sex.
“I love this,” he said and moved his fingers between my legs. I gasped from his touch, and he snickered a little. He hadn’t touched between my folds yet, and only, gently ran his fingers on my smooth lips.
“Do you want me to touch you, Morgan?” he rasped.
Yes, please, touch me. Now!
“No,” I spouted out in a hateful tone.
He snorted again. “I think you do,” he said and took his thumb and forefinger and opened me up, still not touching me. I was afraid that he could see the throbbing that was begging for attention.
He stood back up and kissed me lightly, circled me, and kissed my neck again. I was begging myself with everything in me to keep it together. He might be able to make me do what he wanted, but he couldn’t make me enjoy it. I tried to tell myself that I wasn’t enjoying it, and I didn’t want him touching me, but I was quickly losing the battle.
Stupid fucker probably has a little dick that he can’t even get up. Why else would he have to buy a wife?
Holly shit…maybe not.
He thrust his hips into my naked backside, and I could feel his not so small erection.
“Lay down on the bed, Morgan,” he whispered in my ear. He walked me forward when I didn’t move.
Was I supposed to lie on my stomach? I didn’t know what he wanted me to do, so I did nothing, nothing except notice my heart beating out of my chest, and the dull pain on my cheek bone. He turned me around and moved me back so that I had to sit. He wasn’t modest at all and didn’t care that his dick was right in front of me. He grabbed himself and made a hissing sound as he moved it, trying to get some relief in the now too tight dress slacks.
He picked up both my legs, willing me to lay back. I scooted back on my elbows, not wanting to be exposed to him. He had the most lustful, crazed look in his eyes as he engrossed in my naked body beneath him. He slid both his hands up my legs and to the edges of my vagina. He still didn’t touch me where I felt I needed touched.
“Spread your legs,” he said as he grabbed himself again.
“I don’t want to,” I said weakly.
“But you are going to, so you should take heed in my warning and listen to me now.”
I was afraid of the warning he spoke of, and slowly raised both of my legs. He hissed again as he stared at my extremely open sex. He took both of his thumbs and opened me more. I closed my eyes, trying to shut out the humiliation.
“You’re very wet, your pussy wants to be touched, doesn’t it, Morgan?”
Yes…Yes it does, like now.
“No,” I said through my rapid breaths.
“I am not touching you until you tell me to.”
Great.
He continued to tease my outer folds, but wouldn’t go anywhere close to my inner core. He would get close, very close, and after what seemed like hours that I was sure were only minutes, I twisted my hips, hoping his fingers would slip and find my throbbing nub, but he stopped moving altogether.
“Do you want me to touch you now?”
“Yes,” I said in a panting breath and noticed the winning, smirk on his face. I wanted to kick it right off of him, but I wanted him to touch me more.
He turned his hand, palm side up, and ran his middle finger from my opening up to my clit. I squirmed beneath his fingers, and closed my eyes, trying not to moan. He never slid his fingers inside of me like I was hoping he would, and focused on my slippery juices, massaging the slipperiness into my clit. He placed his thumb on the throbbing sensation, circling it with just the right amount of pressure. I knew I was going to explode, and my hips moved with him. I was almost there, so close to the crest when he slowed his pace and pressure.
“Do you want to come, Morgan?” he asked, towering over me.
I did want to come, and I wanted to come right that second. I knew I was going to have to play his game, and he wasn’t going to do anything without me telling him.
“Yes,” I whispered.
He picked up his speed and pressure again. Just when I was right there, ready to be relieved, he abruptly stopped. My eyes opened, and he pulled me up, pushing me down to kneel in front of him.
“You can come when you learn to listen and watch your mouth.”
I started to panic again when he undid his belt and freed himself. He placed the head right on my tightly, squeezed lips.
“Open your mouth, Morgan.”
“Uh-uh,” I moaned as he moved his head from one side of my lips to the other, applying his pre-come to my lips like lipstick. He continued this, enjoying it, I was sure until he wanted in my mouth.
“Open your mouth, Morgan,” he demanded again, but I still wasn’t doing it. No way was he was putting that thing in my mouth.
He brought his hand up and rubbed my already bruised cheek, and then plugged off my only source of breathing with his fingers. I still didn’t care. I would pass out before I opened my mouth for his dick. That only lasted for about a minute and my survival instincts betrayed me, causing me to gasp for air. I tried to do it quickly, but he was faster and shoved himself inside my mouth with a gratifying moan.
“Oh fuck yeah,” he muttered, sliding in and out of my mouth. He held my head by the top of my hair and thrust in and out of me, sometimes causing my gag reflex to engage. He moved rapidly, and when I felt
the pulsating and knew he was about to come in my mouth, I swiftly jerked away from him. He continued to stroke himself and held my nose again.
“Awe, open up, baby,” he moaned, close to release.
No way, fuck you, dude.
Again, the stupid survival instinct kicked in, and I was forced to take a breath, allowing him access again, but this time he held my jaw open with his fingers. He pulled out again and stroked himself ferociously on my lips, and just like that he was spewing out, moaning as his eyes, watched the show. He managed to get his head in just enough to insure that I did get it in my mouth and then smeared the rest of it around, moistening my lips with his come. Every time I tried to push it out of my mouth with my tongue he used his head and pushed it back. I finally swallowed what was in my mouth just to get it out.
He picked up the towel that I had around me, wiped himself off, and put himself away. He tossed me the towel and I instantly spit into it, wiping as much of him away as I could. He squatted to me on the floor and ran his middle finger up my glistening wet folds again and whispered to my lips.
“You’re not allowed to touch yourself,” he said, quietly. He dialed a number from the phone by my bed.
“Mrs. Kelley is going to need an icepack,” he said and left me confused and frustrated.
Rebecca brought me an icepack and whispered close to my ear.
“Save yourself from this, Mrs. Kelley, just do as you’re told.”
I didn’t even realize that I was masturbating myself when my cellphone rang, breaking me from my past with Drew. I didn’t take my hand from inside my panties when I answered Dawson’s call.
“Hello,” I said, realizing that my breathing was a little erratic.
“Hi, you okay?”
“Yes, why?” I asked confused for a second.