Underestimated Part 17

I was glad that he left my aching core to stroke himself off. The faster he stroked, the faster he moved the two sided d.i.l.d.o 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 s.e.x 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 p.u.s.s.y, 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.

f.u.c.king 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 s.m.u.t 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 s.e.x.

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 f.u.c.ked 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 b.a.s.t.a.r.d did to you."

He kissed me deep and pa.s.sionate 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 h.e.l.l 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 a.s.s.

"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, ma.s.saging 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 ma.s.saged 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 pa.s.sionate 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 p.r.i.c.k 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 doc.u.ment 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.

We landed at the McCarran airport just before

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 sungla.s.ses 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.

That was the first night that I didn't remember what I dreamed. I knew that it must have been bad though. I woke to Star on the side of my bed shaking me and yelling my name.

I startled her as much as she startled me when I screamed and jumped to the top corner of the bed. My hair was drenched from sweat and my damp nights.h.i.+rt stuck to my body. My breathing was erratic, and I was sucking in air that wasn't available.

"Jesus, Riley." Starlight exclaimed with wide eyes.

"I'm sorry," I apologized once I realized where I was.

I got up and went to the bathroom. I splashed cold water on my face and the back of my neck.

I hung out in the small hotel bathroom as long as I could, hoping that she would go back to sleep. She didn't. She had a smile, a cup of water and two little pills waiting on me.

"Here, take these. It'll help," she said warmly.

"What is it?" I asked, taking the pills. I didn't really care what they were. I would take anything if it would help. Her relaxing tea sure the h.e.l.l didn't work. It helped me fall asleep but didn't keep me asleep.

"Just Melatonin. It's all natural, and will help regulate your sleep and your wake cycle."

I already knew that the two little pills were all natural. Starlight wouldn't dare put anything with chemicals in her body.

"Do you want to talk about it?" she smiled.

Of course, I didn't want to talk to her about how f.u.c.ked up I was. "What did I say?" I asked. That's what I wanted to know. I wanted to know how much I said. I wondered had the alcohol kept me from remembering what I had dreamt. I always knew what I dreamed about. They were too real not to remember.

"I'm not really sure what you were saying. It was mostly m.u.f.fled. Are you okay now?"

She lied. I nodded and lay down.

I did sleep the rest of the night or morning I should say. I finally dozed back off, freaked out about what I had said and wondering what it was that I had dreamt about.

I was woken early. Starlight was in the shower, and I heard the two little dings from her cellphone. I sat up and nosily slid open her screen on the night stand between our beds.

It was from Dawson.

"Sorry, was on phone. Is she okay now?" It read.

I couldn't help it. I had to see what she had said to him. I could still hear the shower running, so I had time. I went to the first message so that I could read the conversation in order.

"Dawson...What the h.e.l.l? You need to give me some answers about Riley."

"What do you mean?"

"I think that is a dumb question, and you already know what I mean. She woke up screaming, drenched in sweat during the night, and the things that she was saying were horrific. Don't tell me you sleep with her every night and don't know what I am talking about."

"I know what you're talking about, but I promised her that I would keep it to myself. I can't Star."

That made me feel good. He was being loyal to me.

"I think she needs help, Dawson."

"She does, but she won't get it."

"If it's the money, I would gladly help her out."

"It's not. She doesn't want anyone to know where she came from. Please just let it go. I am afraid that she will run, and I don't want her to do that. I love her."

That made me smile again.

"We're here for two more nights. What do I do?"

"You can do what I do. Hold her and kiss her beautiful lips and tell her that you love her, lol,"