Underestimated (22 page)

was a pretty good size and the other had knobs all the way

down. He waved it at me, telling me to lie down and take

my position. I did what I knew he wanted, and lay down,

pulling my knees up and opened. He guided the new object

into my vagina first and then moved the knobby twin into

my ass. He then turned the knob, causing a light vibration

that I knew was going to make me come again. He

massaged my clit with his thumb and then made me suck

my essences from it. He continued this for a few minutes

while he moved the foreign object in and out of me.

I was glad that he left my aching core to stroke

himself off. The faster he stroked, the faster he moved the

two sided dildo in and out of me. I was hoping that he was

going to come soon so that I didn’t have to disobey him

again.

All of a sudden he moved up to me and shoved

himself deep into my throat and then pulled out. He jerked

himself, telling me to open my mouth. I did, and he let go

as I swallowed him once again. He always made me lick

and suck him clean, and then he removed the toy.

I hadn’t seen the other one that he had brought in.

He turned it on and told me to lie down on top of the

covers. I did, and he placed it inside of me with just

enough vibration for me to want more. He gave me the e-

reader, and told me not to come and not to touch myself or

the new vibrator. He said that he would be watching, and I

wasn’t to move until he came back to remove it.

Well at least I could read and take my mind off of

it. That was not going to happen either. Every book that he

had downloaded was erotic. It was just one more way to

get me to submit to his every need. He wanted me to read

the stories about having a master and the way that I should

be submitting to him.

The very first short story made me feel blessed that

I had Drew and not the monster that tied, gagged, and did

everything imaginable to his captive. Although I was glad

that I wasn’t the girl in the cold dungeon, and I did have

the luxuries and spectacular food, reading about the sex

was torturous. I bucked my hips, hoping that it wasn’t

enough for him to notice, needing contact from anything. I

didn’t know if I was allowed to stop reading, but I

couldn’t read about this guy doing the things that he was

doing to this girl much longer.

I wanted the vibrator out of me. I wanted to come,

and I knew that I wasn’t going to be allowed. I didn’t think

he was ever going to come back. It was after one in the

morning. I wanted to sleep, but couldn’t. There was no

way that I could fall asleep as long as I had the constant

vibration inside of me. I wondered how long the batteries

would last, and finally turned off the e-reader. I closed my

eyes and tried to think about anything but my sopping wet

pussy, begging to for pleasure.

Drew finally came to remove the object, and I

thought I was going to come just by him sliding it out.

“You’re very wet Morgan,” he said, rubbing my

juices with his fingers.

Fucking idiot…Really?

By no surprise, Drew didn’t let me come, and left

me with the smirk that I hated. I finally did stop thinking

about it and fell asleep.

He had to go out of town the next day, and made

sure that I knew that he would be watching. He explained

that he expected to see me reading every night. I picked up

the e-reader that night, thinking I would read his stupid

smut for thirty minutes or so, and then watch television. I

ended up reading until I couldn’t take it any longer. He had

the cable turned off in my room so that I had nothing to do

but read.

“Did you eventually get to go to the library?”

Dawson asked, sensing that I needed to stop talking about

the sex.

I nodded, being pulled from my thoughts. “Yes, but

I was always escorted by his right hand man, Derrick. I

wasn’t allowed to get on the computers, and was only

allowed to check out one book at a time because he

wanted me reading what he downloaded for me.”

“Wow, Ry. I don’t even know what to say. How

did you end up leaving him?”

I thought about it for a second and I didn’t want to

talk anymore. I needed him to treat me the way that Drew

did, and I needed him right that second. “Dawson, I need

to save that for another time. I need you to do things to me

right now.”

Dawson knew exactly what I was talking about.

“Ry?” he spoke, not sure really what to say.

“Please, Dawson,” I begged. I was used to

begging. I didn’t care what he thought. I needed the

attention in my throbbing core.

“Riley, this can’t turn you on,” he said, sounding a

little taken aback.

“I told you that I was fucked up, and yes it can.

What do you think?” I asked, taking his hand and sliding it

between my legs. “You can’t tell me that it didn’t turn you

on as well.”

“Oh yes, I can. I am not turned on in the least by

what that bastard did to you.”

He kissed me deep and passionate as his fingers

continued to please me.

“You turn me on. Touching you turns me on,” he

whispered to my lips.

“Dawson I need you to be somebody else right

now. I need you to be controlling and do the things that I

just told you about,” I practically begged, thrusting my

hips into his fingers as I lay back.

“No. Ry. I am going to make love to you, and I am

going to try like hell to please you. I am never going to

keep you from it, and I am never going to treat you like

that.”

I groaned. It was what I needed. I didn’t want him

to make love to me. I wanted him to use and abuse me. It’s

what I knew. It was what was consuming my mind. I

wanted to be spanked. I wanted him to make me swallow

him. I needed him to forcefully invade my ass.

“Please Dawson,” I begged as he removed my

panties and his own clothes.

He came to me and kissed me again. “Close your

eyes baby,” he whispered on my lips, and I did.

He gently caressed my arms and shoulders,

massaging me all the way to my fingertips. I moaned when

I felt his lips on my breast as he gently kissed and sucked

each one of them, continuing to move down my body. He

massaged both of my legs all the way to my feet. I didn’t

realize how tense I was, and the sore pressure points on

my feet were magically erased by his strong hands.

By the time he was back to my lips, I had calmed,

and quit frantically thinking about what I needed him to do

and let him take control. He was going to anyway, my

begging had no influence on him. He kissed me deeply,

and I moaned in his mouth as he moved between my legs.

He made slow passionate love to me, and when he would

sense that I was leaving him for Drew, he would stop,

make me open my eyes and look at him, telling me that he

loved me before he would move again. That seemed to

become routine for us. I was glad that he didn’t do as I

begged him to do. I knew that so many men would have

jumped at the chance to treat me like I felt I deserved, but

not Dawson. Dawson truly did love me, and I loved him.

I laid in his arms that night feeling like I had never

felt in my life. I knew that I craved the things that Drew

did to me because it was the only time I was touched. I

never grew up with loving parents that made sure I felt

loved. Drew surely never made me feel loved, but his

touch was something I emotionally needed. Dawson’s

touch was different from anything I had ever experienced.

“Thank you,” I said, looking up to him as he kissed

the tip of my nose. He knew what I was thanking him for,

and I truly was grateful that he hadn’t given me what I

wanted.

“You’re welcome. Is he still in Indiana?” He

asked, and I already knew what he was thinking.

“Yes, and you promise me that you’re not going to

do anything. I just want to forget him Dawson, please

don’t try to do anything.” I knew that he was a cop and

could find out fairly easy that he was in Las Vegas and not

Indiana, but I thought it would at least throw him off track.

And I wasn’t about to give him a last name.

“Ry, don’t you want to see that prick rot in prison?

He bought you. You were forced to marry him, and I am

sure that too was not a legal wedding.”

“It wasn’t, but I want you to let it go. It was a legal

document because a judge did it. I signed all of the papers

myself. Please don’t do anything, Dawson. I am begging

you.”

“A judge did it?” he asked, disbelieving his own

ears. “What else did you sign?”

“I’m not even sure. I signed the marriage license

and then something else that was about ten pages. He just

flipped it to the back page, and I signed it. I’m sure it was

a prenuptial agreement, not that he was ever going to let

me leave him anyway.”

“Why would you sign something without reading it

first?”

“Dawson, I was barely eighteen. My dad had just

sold me to a man that I didn’t know. I did what I had to do

to survive.”

Dawson took a deep breath and kissed the top of

my head. “You’re going to be okay, Riley. I promise,” he

said, and I smiled.

I didn’t dream about anything that night. I fell

asleep in Dawson’s arms feeling safe and content. I had

promised myself before I had come to the little tourist

town that I would never introduce any of my skeletons to

anyone there, but I was glad that I had. I was glad that

Dawson knew where I had come from and still wanted me.

It felt good to tell someone.

***

noon. I was still a nervous wreck, afraid that someone

would recognize me. I wasn’t sure who I was worried

about. I never did get out much. It wasn’t like I was

someone famous and Drew had his own private plane. He

didn’t fly out of McCarran. I still wasn’t sure what was

said about my disappearance or if he just told people that I

had left him.

I wore dark sunglasses and a ridiculously large

sunhat. Las Vegas was a very public city and anyone could

really blend in. I didn’t relax until we were in our hotel,

miles away from Drew’s home. He would never come to

this side of town. I enjoyed dinner with Starlight, her

sister Sunny, and all three of her hippy friends who were

just as unconventional and carefree as she was. I loved

them all. We had so much fun. I think all of us had a little

too much of something called purple Martian’s.

Dawson called to check on me just before we

turned in for the night. Starlight moaned in the bed next to

me, regretting the deep purple drinks that she had

consumed too many of.

“Was that Star?”

I laughed. “Yeah, she may have had one too many

drinks downstairs.”

“I miss you. You should come home now,”

Dawson teased.

I looked over to Starlight, not wanting to say

anything in front of her. “I’m sure you will be fine for a

couple of days,” I said, playing it safe.

“Will you?”

I knew what Dawson was asking. He had been in

my bed every night for three full months. He was there to

calm my nights, hold me, and tell me that I was there with

him, and Drew was nowhere around.

I took a deep breath. “Yeah, I’m good. I’m hoping

the alcohol will help.”

It didn’t. I was afraid to go to sleep at all, afraid

that Starlight would deem me a lunatic and fire me or

something. I lay awake purposely trying to tire out my

subconscious mind. Maybe if I was beyond exhausted, I

wouldn’t dream. I did finally let the fatigue take over some

time around three in the morning. I may had been okay

had I kept my mind on Dawson back in Maine, but I didn’t.

I lay on my side watching Starlight’s breathing moving up

and down under her covers.

It reminded me of Drew when he on occasion

stayed in my room. I would stay as far away from him as I

could, staring at him breathe just like Star was doing. I

waited for it. I wanted him to fall asleep. I would rather it

not have been in bed with me, but when his breathing

changed I knew he was asleep.