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“Take my cock into your pussy,” he said. “Do it yourself.”

She reached down and put its head between the lips of her cunt, and sitting down forced it up. She slowly felt herself sink onto the full length of his dick. He sighed deeply, massaging her thighs.

She had a little extra fat on her upper thighs, which he seemed to love to grab and squeeze. If she had been with a man she was attracted to she would have been embarrassed, but she was dead with him.

“Put your hands up and tussle your hair, whip it back and forth,” he said.

She reached up, her breasts lifting, and gave him what he wanted. She shook her hair, and whipped it back and forth. She was careful with her bandaged hand. Only her fingertips had been spared from the burning.

“That’s so sexy baby, that’s so sexy,” he said. “Touch your breasts, squeeze and roll them around. Give em’ a few slaps. Lick your tits for me.”

He was starting to rock himself inside her. He held her waist pushing his hips up, his dick gouging deep inside her. Then he relaxed again, panting. His eyes were deep brown and strangely vacant.

“Pump yourself up and down on me,” he said.

She jogged herself up and down, her breasts bouncing slightly. He touched them lightly letting them bounce against his hands.

“Yeah,” he sighed. Then he made her slowly grind herself deeply backwards and forwards. “What’s something dirty you’ve done, that no one knows about?”

The question was unexpected and confronted her, but she wanted to indulge him and make him think she was getting into him.

“Um… Someone gave me a vibrator as a gift—”

“Your boyfriend?”

“Yes,” she said hesitatingly. She hadn’t wanted to bring him into it. “I was home by myself once—my parents had gone out. I decided to get it out and try it. I was too scared to use it at first, because I’d only had sex a couple of times, and I thought it would be harder and more violent than my boyfriend’s dick. But I was really missing him, so I got olive oil from the kitchen and put it all over it to make it slippery.”

“Did you baby?” he said. “And how did you use it?”

“It was a smooth insertable vibrator, so I carefully put it inside me and moved it to different areas to see what the sensations were like, and to see which I liked best.”

“What way did you like it best?” he asked. He sounded drugged.

“I liked to place the tip against my clit, then slide the shaft down between my pussy lips, and insert the vibrator inside, and then bring it back up in a reverse stroke, sliding along my clit again on the way up. I kept doing that slowly, over and over, and let my orgasm build intensely. If it brought me to the point too quickly, I backed it off and tried less intense stimulation, or sometimes I turned it off and used my hand. I like to build slowly.”

“Did you try and put it up your ass?” he asked.

“Not successfully.”

“Not successfully? It hurt a little bit?”

“I was just scared.”

“Do you still have that vibrator?”

“Not any more.”

“Maybe I should get you another one,” he said. “You’re so hot, baby. Keep moving on me.” He parked his hands on her waist, at the top of her hips, and let her do the work. He was using his hands to indicate how he wanted her to move, the pace he wanted, as if guiding her in the art of fucking.

She was silent and her eyes were shut tight as she applied herself to the task. When she opened them again, he was already looking at her. His mouth was open. He seemed almost delirious with pleasure, especially because she was providing her own friction to his embedded cock.

“What are you doing to me, Nicole?” he asked, breathlessly. She didn’t understand the question and stayed silent. “What’s my prick doing in your cunt?” he said.

“Fucking me,” she said.

“And what are you doing to me?”

“I’m fucking you.”

He sat up and clasped her in his arms. “Yeah, Nicole. Fuck me.” He held her closely, looking down at where their bellies and pelvic areas were joined and grinding. He kissed her lazily, toying with her tongue, hopelessly desirous.

He pushed his face into her neck, and with his fingertips felt the softness of her blonde tresses. He tucked a strand behind her ear, looking intently at her lips. He slowed down, holding her with one arm around her waist. She tried not to make direct eye contact, but he held her face, wanting her to look. “My whole life is fucked,” he said. “This is the only thing that works for me, getting inside you. I’ll always take care of you, baby. Always. Say you want me, tell me.”

He held her like he was rocking a baby.

“I want you,” she said, hiding herself against him. “I want you, I want you, I want you.”

* * *

He didn’t let go for a long time after he came. He lay back and she was on his chest, clasped against him.

“You got into it a little bit more this time, didn’t you?” he said. “I didn’t hurt you?”

“No. It was good.” When he was gentle like this, she almost had compassion for him.

“Which part did you like the best?” he asked.

“I like being on top,” she said, becoming a little restless. He let her get off him, and she lay on her stomach. He ran his fingers over her naked back.

They were silent for some time.

He crept closer to her, and brushed his lips against her. “Are you still cut up about that phone call with your old boyfriend?” he asked.

“Not much,” she whispered. “We didn’t get to see each other anyway.” She closed her eyes to hold back the tears.

“You’ll get over it,” he said. “When my wife took my daughter, it messed me up. Hey… ” He rubbed her back. “You hungry?”

“Yeah.”

He took her downstairs to the cluttered kitchen. It had plain, whitewashed walls, and was piled with dirty dishes. He made her some crackers with butter. He lifted her up onto the counter and stood between her legs. She took a small bite of a cracker, and glanced out the narrow window above the sink. It was completely dark outside, she couldn’t see a thing. He caressed her hair and touched her face and legs while they ate. He didn’t leave her alone for a second. He lifted her bandaged hand to his lips and softly kissed her fingertips.

“You’re not like the other girls,” he said. “I’m going to take care of you.”

Something about the way he said that, made her feel very scared about what happened to the other girls. He lifted her down from the bench.

“You should get to bed,” he said. “I’ve got some things I’ve got to do.”

She looked up at the clock on the wall. It was 9:00pm. He took her into the lounge. He unwrapped the chain from the beam, but he didn’t put it on her. He took her back upstairs to his bedroom with the chain. He attached it to the head of the bed.

“I want you to stay up here with me.”

“You don’t have to chain me up,” she said humbly, as he began to put it around her wrist. “I can make breakfast for us in the morning, before you wake up. Please?”

“I wouldn’t even try,” he said. He gave her a little kiss, followed by a tap on the cheek. “Don’t wait up for me.”

“What do you mean I shouldn’t even try?”

“You can bat your eyelids and speak all sweet, but I’m not letting you off that chain, until I can trust you. I’ll know before you when that time comes.”

He closed the door, and she sat in the dark room. She listened and waited to see if he was coming back. Then she got up and quickly investigated the chain to see if there was any way to get out of it. She tugged and pulled and fiddled. It was a heavy bed but she pulled so hard she moved it slightly and it grated along the floorboards. She caught her breath in fear that he may have heard. She waited in terror. But he didn’t come.