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“Have you come here just to torture me, or is there another reason for your visit? I’d prefer to be left alone. I get it. You hate me and want to punish me for my father killing your mother. I’m well aware of that now. If you are gonna rape me or kill me, just do it. Get on with the revenge. I’ll never be truly yours, despite what you insist.”
Eaton lets out a loud laugh. It fills the small room. “Killing and raping you would be too easy. Besides you seem to say yes to whatever I want to do with your body.” He nods his head in the direction of my pussy. “Have you fully recovered from that orgasm yet? It was a pretty intense one.”
“Fuck you,” I respond, raising the middle finger of my right hand in the air to emphasize the point.
Big mistake!
Before I realize what’s happening, I’m flat on my back on the bed and the cuffs are secured around my wrists and ankles again.
How could he manage to do all that before I had a chance to protest?
Or, am I allowing him to take control because I liked what he did last time?
Yes, I’m losing it!
“What have I told you about swearing?”
“Fuck you,” I respond again, this time raising the middle fingers of both hands as far as the cuffs will allow.
“Don’t test me, Shelby. You know you’ll come off worse.”
Eaton is wearing a suit. I’ve no way of telling the time, but Lena has already brought me breakfast and lunch, so I think it’s probably late afternoon, which means he’s just returned home from work. He removes his tie and folds it neatly before placing it at the end of the bed.
“Now, Shelby, I asked you a question. What thought went through your head when I asked you what you would do for another book?”
I want to kill him!
But maybe I’ll wait until after he makes me orgasm again because my pussy is already humming with anticipation.
I’m insane.
He’s driven me mad!
“I think you know exactly what went through it. I’m not a prostitute. I won’t do things to you, to get a book. I’d rather stare at the blank ceiling for months. “
Eaton laughs again.
“Do something to me? Shelby, can I ask you something? Actually scrap that. Iwillask you something. Have I made you touch me in any way? Whoherehas been experiencing all the pleasure? I know it’s not me. My dick thinks it’s never going to get lucky again. If I touch in between your thighs, will you be wet already?”
Ashamed, I turn my head away from him, knowing that if he did touch me, he would find me wet.
“That doesn’t mean I want this,” I reply. “Mind and body are two very different things. I’m sure there are other girls or even your own hand that can give you what you need.”
Eaton grabs my chin and turns my head back to face him. His hold is firm. I can’t pu;; away.
“I do have access to other girls and my hand, but I won’t use them. You’re not a prostitute, Shelby, you’re mine. There is a difference.”
I want to protest, but I can’t. I know the reality of my situation. I’m not a prostitute like my mother. I’m not giving in to Eaton because I need a fix of drugs. My mother has no interest in sex whatsoever and doesn’t engage with her clients. She has an available pussy for them to come in. I wonder what goes through her head when it’s happening.
My situation is different. I’m giving in to Eaton because of the way he makes my body feel. I must remember that he hates me, though, otherwise I might lose myself to him completely.
I’m not insane.
I’m a fool.
One who is craving pleasure with a man who hates me.
“I am yours,” I tell him, and I mean it.
