Shifting again, I recalled this man saying it was a long drive. I wasn’t sure how long I’d been in this car, but it didn’t feel very long. It was still dark outside, and I was still full from dinner.
I recrossed my legs the other way, the pressure just slightly enough that I could shift, rubbing myself against the thing that held me tight. It hurt, but at the same time it felt good enough that I did it again before remembering my place.
Quickly, I placed my legs apart enough that they didn’t touch. My feet, still bare, were flat on the floor.
“Fuck.” The man cursed, punching the steering wheel before uttering a quick, “Sorry.”
I jerked, thankful for the small reprieve of whatever was going on with me.
My face was flushed, and my heart was beating through my entire body.
“Your father said you were eighteen.”
I nodded. If he said I was, then I was. I didn’t know how old I was, nor did it matter. No one else cared.
“You don’t look that old,” he mused. His gaze filtered over me as he turned down a different road, this one smoother than the others he’d been on before.
I had nothing to say, even if I wanted to. Not when he took a deep breath and laid a hand on my upper thigh.
Just a bit more, and he’d be able to feel what was happening to me. Could he feel the pulsing need through my skin as it was?
I shifted again, failing at staying still.
I held my breath as he removed his hand from my leg. Expecting a hit of some sort, I turned my gaze to the window, fighting off tears that threatened to fall.
“I don’t hit women,” he muttered my way, turning once more. “It’ll be bad enough what I have to do shortly.”
What would he have to do? Did I want to know?
My stomach twisted, at war with the thoughts and drug-induced feelings that were burning in my veins.
I wanted to cry. I wanted to tell him that I’d be good, that I’d behave and do whatever he told me to do.
Instead, only a whimper bubbled forth before I quickly clamped that crap down. Crying wasn’t going to save me.
“I’ll be gentle. Donny told me he gave you something to relax you.”
I wasn’t relaxed. At all. I was on edge for more than one reason.
Breathing through my nose, my swirling thoughts took a back burner as the man pulled up to a house that had lights through the driveway, and looked huge in the darkness of night.
“Welcome home.” He sighed, shutting off the car in front of the house.
This wasn’t home. I didn’t know what that was, nor would I ever know.
I watched as he got out of the car, and pulled out my suitcase from the back, before rounding and opening the door for me. Unhooking one cuff from the door, but keeping the other around my wrist, and clipping to his belt loop. Once I stood, his eyes pinned to my feet.
“Why don’t you have shoes?”
Because I was nothing?
He sighed, huffing out a breath before halfway dragging me from the car, shutting the door, and making me walk faster than I was comfortable with towards the front door.
As I walked, the front of my privates woke once more. The thing around me pulled downward with the same sort of pressure that filled my lower stomach.
I had to stop, the force too strong to ignore as the one hand that wasn’t cuffed to the man went straight to my privates, pushing against it.
It did little to help give me relief. If anything, it made it ten times worse.
