It took seconds for him to move my body to do just that. This time, both of my arms were on top of the dresser and my breath ghosted out of me. The back of the skirt was lifted once more.
My breath came heavy as the sound of his zipper echoed in the room. Then, it hitched as his hard skin touched the underside of my butt, right between where the thing in my butt was, and the other thing that caged the front of me up.
“So soft.” He panted, rubbing against me.
I didn’t bother to fight the tears this time, letting them fall to the dresser, leaving more stains to the mix.
I wasn’t sure if I preferred Sir using me this way or taking out his anger on my body. Both left me in tears, left me defeated, and lonely for something better.
Soon enough, he finished, letting his warm seed splatter against me, dripping to the floor.
“Now,” he breathed heavily against my back, “a reminder if you don’t behave.”
There was no warning. Sir went from being as kind as he could be, to smacking his hand as hard as he could against my butt. Instantly, there was a stinging fire as he reigned hits on me. Over and over. Each time his hand hit the thing in my butt, pushing it farther into me with each passing movement.
I sobbed, not able to do anything else. My legs threatened to give out. My thumb found its way to my mouth as the smack continued.
Chapter 3
Oakley
As I waited in the sunroom, I kept my gaze pinned to the outside world. It took everything in me to ignore the thing that was still resting inside of me. It was uncomfortable, moving each time I shifted. As was the heat on my cheeks. It was next to impossible to sit for more than one reason.
Every sway, every tiny movement, the skirt rubbed at my raw skin. It stung, and all I wanted to do was curl up on the bed and find some sort of peace. Even if it was for a few single seconds. The couple of hours when I wasn’t aware of what was going on did nothing to give me a reprieve.
I wasn’t sure what I looked like, nor did I care. I was worn out, used, and ready to be ignored for days on end.
The outside world was dimming as the sun set, having lost track of time. The trees were shadowed in darkness, hiding the blossoming leaves from view as the house blocked the setting sun.
I’d much rather see the sun than the darkness that was about to evolve upon the world.
A part of me should question why Sir wanted me to wait here, which was out of the normal for him. The only times I was to wait anywhere was in my bedroom or the bathroom.
Heck, he even had me pack a bag, one that was nicer than anything I’d ever seen before. I put all thenewprettythings in it, along with a few of my well-worn clothes. If I was moving rooms again, I wanted to have warm things just in case. He’d let me freeze to death if it came to that.
Everything I owned was in that new fancy black roll-along bag, with room to spare. I didn’t have much, but what I did have was mine until it fell apart or was taken away.
Right now, I couldn’t care less about what happened to me next. I couldn’t when all my focus was on keeping my breathing even and the tears at bay.
The afternoon’s events hadn’t been good, but that was nothing new. Sir wasn’t happy with me, which wasn’t a surprise. It didn’t matter how hard I tried to please him; how hard I tried to always follow all of his commands. I played his games, knowing I’d lose every single time.
I wasn’t perfect, but I tried. What else could I do? It wasn’t my fault I was here in his care. I’d happily leave if it were an option.
Supper sat heavy in my stomach. The bland white rice and a tiny bit of overcooked chicken weren’t setting well. Or maybe it was the white pill that Sir watched me take right after eating. It wasn’t something I’d been forced to inject before, but like everything else, I didn’t question it.
There had only been a handful of times when Sir had me take something. A few times, I’d wake up not remembering a single thing. Other times, I saw things that weren’t there and cried and freaked out for hours until I finally passed out.
This pill was different than those, though. It was tiny. But I was sure that the effects of it were already beginning.
My thoughts were a bit hazy, and my heart was sluggish, yet beating a beat too fast in my chest. Of course, those could easily be brushed off from what happened earlier. It was similar to how I felt when Sir went too far and I detached from the world.
“Here’s Oakley,” Sir’s voice pulled me from my thoughts, but I didn’t turn around to face him. I kept my gaze out the window, watching as two figures entered the sunroom behind me. “She’s very well-behaved.”
She?I was a boy, but I guess if that’s what Sir wanted, that’s what I was.
“I’ll be the judge of that,” replied a deeper voice, one that was like smoked whiskey swirling around in the air.
I shook my head at my thoughts. No one had a smoked voice unless they were a smoker. And if so, it wasn’t smooth like this one.
