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"Fuck," I whisper. I know stuff was weird in the old days, but were they really telling little kids stories about women who were forced to have sex with monsters they couldn't even see?
"Yep. That's what happened." He sighs then, and I feel the need to go to him, but it's dark and I'm clumsy enough to think I'll never survive navigating the bathroom. After some time, Ted finally goes on. "I'm not backing out on my promise. You give the word, I'll walk right out of this bathroom and you'll get everything I planned to give you. But I think you'd like to be a good girl one more time, wouldn't you?"
My pussy responds immediately. My own body is betraying me. Once I leave here, I'll never let another man treat me the way Ted treated me. I'm not a whore or a slut or an anything else, not a brat, either. I'm in control, and I don't need a man acting like he's better than me or the boss of me. I'm my own boss.
But one last time, right here and now?
"I can be a good girl."
Ted groans, and shit, that sound shouldn't be as sexy as it is. "Then here's what's going to happen, pet. You're going to turn that shower back on and put your hands on the wall, and you are going to close your eyes. You are going to keep them shut, you hear me? And then I'm going to turn the lights on and fuck you until you can't stand anymore and your cunt sucks up every drop of the cum I pump into you. And you are going to keep your eyes closed, right? Do you know what will happen if you open your eyes?"
I'll see him.
I don't have an image of his face in my mind. I have a 3D model of every inch of his body, and I know he's fair skinned, but I don't have any idea if he has tattoos or birthmarks. I know his hair is light brown with flashes of silver, but I don't know how he styles it. I have no idea if he's handsome, but I feel like a shadow fantasy is always better than the reality.
It is a curse between us. In those old fairy tales, the curse wouldn’t ever be lifted if the beauty saw the beast’s face. She only got her man if she didn’t look.
"If I open my eyes, you'll take back your gifts."
"Yes."
Gabbie does just as much stupid shit for dick as she does for drugs. I can't say how many times she's come crying to me about getting screwed by some guy, and the whole time I'm thinking it's a john that she was fucking for drug money, and nope, it's whatever trash boyfriend she has at the time. She never learns from her mistakes, but I should. Smart me would take the gifts and run.
I turn the water on.
I barely have my eyes shut when I see the glow of the lights through my lids. Either Ted was already naked or he strips in record time, because he's suddenly on me, grabbing me by the waist and walking me back a couple steps to bend me better. One hand goes right between my legs. "Fuck me, are you still soaked from brunch?"
"I washed myself," I say defiantly. He didn't say I couldn't cop an attitude, just that I can't open my eyes.
"Mmm, my cock twitches just thinking about that. Did you touch yourself when you washed between your legs? Did you stuff your fingers in your pussy to see if you were still stretched loose from yesterday? Did you rub your big, swollen clit?"
He does exactly those things, pushing three fingers in without even testing me first and pushing his thumb up on my clit, so my voice is shakier than I want it to be when I say, "Nope. Just washed myself."
He chuckles and thumps his cock against my ass cheek just so I can feel it is, indeed, twitching. "Ooh, you think you're getting cute, Baylee, but guess what? You are sopping wet, and that's not water. If you really did clean yourself up from coming all over the seat at brunch, why are you so wet again?"
His fingers are moving the whole time he talks, his middle finger anchored to my g spot while the other two scissor at my rim. His thumb stays to the side of my clit, hitting some magic spot that I didn't know was there. I tip forward enough to rest my forehead on the tiles because my eyelids are already fluttering. It's hard to keep my eyes open during sex; apparently it's hard to keep them closed, too.
"Because I want to be your good girl," I moan.
"Bloody hell," Ted curses, which sounds ridiculous coming from his mouth. I thought only British people said that, but I guess it's rich people too. "I'm gonna come all over your ass and waste this load, you keep talking like that."
"Then why did you ask me?"
He smacks my ass hard with his free hand. I deserved it.
I liked it.
My body pulses, and I'm positive I just squirted in his palm.
"Good girls get spanked too, you know."
I roll my head to press my cheek against the cool tile, so my voice is a bit garbled as I say, "Then make me your best girl."
Two sharp smacks right on my pussy is all it takes for me to gush and my legs to go so wobbly his arm has to go around my waist.
And his cock right into me.
He goes too deep, I think deliberately, and I clamp down around him, wincing.
