5 comments/ 56274 views/ 39 favorites Pretty Lily Ch. 01 By: MissLovelyHeart Fear pricked as the silence around me weighed me down. It was past midnight and I was walking home from the public library across town. The library happened to stay open late, but I still had an hour walk. I was staying in a crappy hotel room until I found a better job, but I was still new to the town. I had hoped to use a computer at the library for a job search, but I found nothing that would pay enough to afford a better apartment. At 18, my parents didn't help me at all. My dad died when I was 13 and my mother remarried when I was 16. Her new husband didn't really like me, nor did his daughter. My mom made her choice when she didn't stop me from leaving the house a few months ago. We didn't keep in contact. The wind picked up around me and managed to turn the darkness into something more terrifying. I didn't like the silence. I was afraid of what monsters could lurk in the shadows. Pulling out my phone, I played music through the speaker to rid of the silence, but it only seemed to make the silence around the area bigger and it felt as if whatever monsters lurked in the night could find me easier now. Alone, cutting through the empty park was a horrible idea. Placing my phone back into my pocket, I sighed. I was wearing a light pink tank top, jean shorts, and black high-tops. It had been a hot day, but now that it was dark and windy, I felt cold and goose-bumps covered my body. My dark brown hair whipped across my face and I smoothed my bangs down. I crossed my arms in front of my 34B chest and shivered. Out of nowhere, I was shoved to the ground, pinned into the dirt face up. It was too dark for me to see who had knocked me down, but I could tell that he was male and much bigger than I was. At 5'3 and only 100 pounds, I couldn't defend myself against him, but I still struggled. His hand covered my mouth while he leaned in real close to me. "Shh. It's okay, sweetheart." He flipped me over onto my stomach and pushed my face into the dirt so I couldn't scream. I could feel my shorts being pulled down so I thrashed about underneath him, but a forearm placed against my lower back held me in place. A sharp, stinging pain on my right hip made me tense. I continued to try to shake him loose, but I could feel my whole body slowly becoming heavy and exhausted. When the only parts of me that I could move were my eyes and eyelids, my attacker raised himself from me and picked me up. I stared at his face as he carried me to a car in the distance, but the dim street lights in the parking lot didn't give me much clarity. As he placed me in the passenger seat of his car and buckled me in, my head lolled to the side and I shut my eyes, feeling incredibly drained. I drifted off, unsure of what would happen to me. *** As I felt myself gaining consciousness, I kept my eyes shut and turned over on what I could tell was a bed. My whole body felt heavy and I realized I had on no clothes, but I was under a thick sheet. "Ah, so you're awake." A deep male voice spoke. I clenched my eyes tight and tucked my head in. Fingers forcefully gripped my chin and yanked my head up. "There's no pretending, sweetheart. Now, sit up." The man sitting on a chair before me was tall and lean, but I could see the muscles on his arms and knew he wasn't someone to fight with. His ashen blonde hair fell in his face, but I could still feel his deep brown eyes on me. He looked young and old at the same time, maybe he was 30 at the oldest. His skin in the yellow light looked tan and smooth. His stare, however, was not smooth, but hard. "Did you hear me?" Before he could continue, I started to sit up. My body cried for me to lie back down and go to sleep, but I fought the urge. Once I was all the way up, I grabbed the fallen sheet to cover myself with, but he snatched it away from me. "Don't you dare cover yourself." He tossed the sheet to the end of the bed and I suddenly felt very cold. He grabbed my chin again and tilted my face towards him."Hold still." He lifted a small flashlight and shined it in first my left eye and then my right. "Good girl." He switched the light back and forth a few more times before I couldn't help but shut my eyes and try to turn away. "It hurts..." I whimpered. My voice was hoarse and didn't feel like mine at all, as if I were sick. "Your pupils look fine. Can you stand up?" I shrugged. How should I know? "Stand up." He ordered. I leaned forward as I slid my feet to the floor. As I tried to get up, I reached out for anything to give me balance and it turned out to be his left arm, but I shyly used it anyway. I was dizzy and felt nauseous, but now was not the time to complain and beg to lie back down. Once fully standing, I moved my hands to cover the space between my hips. A slap to my hands made me yelp and look up in surprise. "I told you not to cover yourself." He placed his hands on my shoulders as he took me in, weighing me in his thoughts. His hands slid lower, over my breasts where I grimaced as he lightly squeezed them. "Very soft," he commented. His index fingers circled my nipples before quickly pinching my nipples. I bit my lip, but kept still. His hands went lower still and I began to hold my breath. His right pinky traced my belly button ring before his hands finally reached the apex of my thighs. As his fingers grazed my pussy, I turned my face away. "Look at me." I did as told and he raised his hand to my face, his middle finger pointed at my point. "Suck on it." I shook my head, embarrassed and disgusted. Ignoring this, he attempted to stick his finger in my mouth and I clamped my mouth shut, resulting in me biting him. "You little bitch!" He pulled away and slapped me hard, knocking me to the bed. My left cheek stung and ached and I was afraid to touch it. Yanking me back into standing position, he put his face up to mine. "Listen here: you are going to do as I say or I will punish you. Do you understand me?" I nodded quickly, licking my lip. He put his finger up to my mouth without saying anything and this time I opened up as he jammed his way inside. I was unsure of what to do, so I just ran my tongue around his finger and sucked on it like he said. Once he seemed satisfied enough, he pulled his finger away from my mouth and pulled me to him. His arm wrapped around my waist as his fingers found my pussy again and rubbed my slit. I gasped and placed my hands on his arms, squeezing them. "Wait..." I whispered, not sure of what else to say. How do I even stop this person? His finger began to penetrate me and I squeezed his arms harder, lifting on my tiptoes. "No, no, no!" I tried pulling away from him, but his arm kept me close. "Please, Mister!" I bit my lip as whole finger filled me. I was a virgin and even during masturbation used just one of my own fingers so I was pretty tight. Not to mention I wasn't aroused and his fingers were bigger than mine. "Shh, it's okay." He curled his finger against my g-spot and my knees buckled. I looked up to see him smirking and I blushed with shame. I pushed on his chest and began to move around his arms, causing him to move his finger out so he could get a better hold of me. "Let go!" I screamed, yanking on his hair. This, in turn, made him respond by grabbing my own hair and pushing me face down into the bed, my feet still on the floor. His hand swatted my ass harshly and I kicked in response, but I missed him. He hit my ass again. My skin tingled. With one hand pressing me down into the mattress, I heard him reaching into the drawer of the night table next to the bed. I heard the clinking of metal. Bringing my hands together, I felt cuffs placed around my wrists. "Mister, please..." I was so confused, so scared. This was happening so fast and I had no idea why. Was I going to die? When my wrists were tightly and securely bound, he stepped away from me. I half lied, half stood there, waiting for his next move. What was going to happen? I tugged on my wrists, but the cuffs bit into my skin. "Now, tell me, are you on birth control?" He sounded so calm, so matter-of-fact. "...What?" "Be honest. If you lie you could end up sick or pregnant." "Pregnant...? Please... I don't...I..." He pulled my hair back hard to force me to look into his eyes. "Are you?" "N-no!" I felt tears start pooling in my eyes. He let go of me and pulled a small case out from under the bed and set it down on the night side table next to the bed. Upon him opening it, I saw cotton swabs, rubbing alcohol packets, a syringe, and a vial. "Stay still," he ordered while opening a packet. I pulled away from him, terrified. With an eye roll, he just took my left arm and cleaned off a spot. "Please, not a needle..." I whispered, too afraid to speak loudly. I was terrified of needles and being pierced by one at the hands of a stranger only fueled that fear. "No, no, not a needle!" I shrieked at the pain of the syringe sinking into my arm and I shrieked even louder at the painful jab I felt when he began to inject the contents that were once in the vial. After he had swabbed any blood from my arm and put everything away, I felt him watching me as I sobbed like a child. He sat on the side of the bed, pulled me up into his lap, and wrapped both arms around me, placing my head against his chest. "Shh, it's over. You're okay." His voice was soft, surprisingly different from earlier. Curled up in his lap, I just cried, a ugly crying that movies will never show. He stroked my hair which was comforting when I didn't want it to be. I didn't want this man, this stranger, to be rocking me back and forth, but he was. I looked up at him and he was looking down at me. Why? His eyes didn't look hard like before, but tender. What was going on? "Is everything alright, now?" He stroked my hair some more, but didn't wait for my answer. Lifting me, he sat back down in the chair next to the bed and placed me on his lap, one leg on each side of his. "What is your name?" He asked as his hands took hold of my breasts again. I tensed and refused to answer. I didn't want him to know my name. I didn't want him to have that part of me. He took hold of a nipple and pinched it hard. "Tell me." Still I kept my mouth shut, pressing my lips into a tight line. He pulled my nipple, stretching it and my breast. I groaned, but only shook my head. "Still won't tell me?" He dug his nails into my areola. "Lily! My name is Lily!" My face felt hot with shame. "Good girl." He let go with his fingers, but leaned forward and took my nipple in his mouth. "What are you-" I stopped mid sentence, too distracted by his mouth. My whole body shivered as he licked around my areola and used his teeth to softly tug on my nipple. No one had ever sucked on my nipples before and I had never realized they were so receptive. "Please, just let me go..." I whispered, pulling on my restraint. "Oh?" He switched nipples, using his fingers to carefully rub the one he was previously working. "But you were such a good girl for answering me, I have to reward you." His hands engulfed my breasts, kneading them. My breasts had always been sensitive to being touched, easily pained from a too rough hug, but being touched like this was making my body hot. I sucked in a deep breath and bent forward in an attempt to pull my breasts away from him. This only resulted in him pinching my nipples painfully again. "Kiss me," He ordered. I looked at him in confusion. He couldn't be serious! Knitting my brows together, I just sat there. "Kiss me, or I'll punish you for real." His eyes narrowed and the tenderness from before vanished. Had I imagined it to begin with? "Please, don't make me..." My voice was barely a whisper, my eyes were damp from my tears before. He watched me, his expression unwavering. The only thing that happened was his grasp on my nipples got tighter. I gasped and curled my toes in response. "Okay, okay!" Hesitantly, I leaned forward and pecked him on the lips, pulling back slightly to gauge his reaction. Again, he was stoic, but his fingers didn't lessen their hold on my nipples. So I kissed him again. Another quick peck. Waiting there with nothing to come, I knew he wanted more than what I was giving him. But I couldn't. Could I? About to give him another peck because it was all I could get myself to do, my lips were an inch away from his when he mashed his mouth against mine with a hand on the back of my head to keep me there. I squealed into his mouth and squirmed on his lap, making the material of his jeans rub uncomfortably against my thighs. His fingers knotted into my hair as he tried to devour my mouth, his tongue challenging mine. He tasted strangely sweet and he seemed to know what he was doing. It surprised me when I found myself beginning to kiss him back. Moving on from my mouth to licking along my jaw line, he gave me a chance to catch my breath. When his tongue touched my left ear a sound escaped my throat that I didn't know I was capable of producing and that whole side of my body was instantly covered in goose bumps. "I don't want this," My voice was shaky and my chest was rising and falling due to his actions. "But you're being such a good girl." The huskiness in his voice pulled at something deep inside me. As he kissed my right ear I repeated the strange sound again and the rest of my body was covered in goose bumps. I heard a low groan come from him. "I like that sound," he told me as he kissed my ear again. I bit my lip in hopes to stop myself from making any more noise. His kissing and sucking moved on to my throat when I jumped at the intrusion of his fingers back at my pussy. It was shocking when I felt his fingers easily slide back and forth along my slit. I angered me that he was able to make me wet. As his middle finger slowly made its way back inside me, I felt myself lifting off his lap a little. "Nnnn..." Without thinking, I leaned into him. This allowed him to get to my neck easier. His finger was thrusting inside me and it bothered me that I could hear the sounds being made. I shouldn't be enjoying this! His other hand moved from my breast to my ass, squeezing it as he made me grind on his hand. His fingers dug into my ass cheek and controlled the rolling of my hips which were starting to become natural because of the thumb he put on my clit. I between us at his hand and I could see it glistening with what could only be my juices. I blushed shamefully and blinked back fresh tears. He brought his mouth back to mine, but I fought harder to keep my mouth shut against his. Without a word, I was shoved off of his lap and to the floor. I landed on my side and hurt my hip. I watched him stand up and tower over me. Using my hair as a leash, he yanked me into a kneeling position. My eyes kept flashing back and forth between his own and his hands as he unbuckled his belt and pulled his cock out. "Do you know what to do?" he asked, stroking it a little. I shook my head, no. "Open your mouth. Very wide. Good girl. Now, stick out your tongue." Slowly, I stuck out my tongue. I felt silly. I felt ugly. Then I hated myself for worrying about how I looked in this situation. I didn't have much time after that to ponder it because he pushing his cock into my mouth. I jerked back, not used to having a cock poking the back of my throat. "If I feel your teeth I will knock every one out." He pressed his hands against the back of my head and held me in place. I struggled to breathe through my nose and I felt his cock stroking back and forth across my tongue. Being forced o stay open, my mouth was starting to salivate which only made it easier for him. "Be a good girl and move your tongue," he ordered with a wavering voice. "Just like you did with my finger." Like he said, I tried moving my tongue back and forth and I felt him twitch in my mouth which scared me. His fingers tightened their hold on my head and kept me steady as his hips took on a life of their own, pounding into my mouth like I had no other purpose. I had woken up half an hour ago, but here I was on the floor getting skull fucked. Eventually he stopped and I was thankful for him not coming in my mouth. I sat there on my knees panting for air with my gaze on the floor, but I could hear the rustling of clothing in front of me. "Stand up." He said for the second time. I looked up to see he was completely naked. This time I let the tears stream down my cheeks, not caring at all. "Please, I can't..." I sobbed, shaking my head. He simply reached down and scooped me up, placing me on the bed. As I continued to cry he uncuffed one of my hands. Before I even had time to react, he pushed me down on my back and was linking the cuffs through the headboard and recuffing me. With nothing left, I gave in to screaming. My throat burned against my screams, but it didn't burn as much as my cheeks did after several front handed and back handed slaps from the man above me. A ring I didn't notice he was wearing scratched my right cheek and my whole face just felt hot and raw and stung. It took all I had not to hyperventilate as he lied in between my legs with his cock nestled against my pussy. "I can't!" I tried to buck him off of me, but my tiny body did nothing. "I've never... Stop!" I screamed again, but he covered my mouth. "Pretty Lily, I'll be gentle since it's your first time, okay?" I shook my head rapidly under his hand. He lined his cock up with my pussy after rubbing the head along my slit a few times. As he began pushing in, I clenched my teeth. "Nnn..." I could feel my insides stretching to fit him, tearing even. With his free hand, he spread my thighs further and that only allowed him to go in deeper. As he hit my hymen, he stopped and looked me in the eye. Pulling back only slightly, he rammed back in until he hit as deep as he could go. I shrieked into his hand and arched against him in reaction. He kissed my forehead and then my eyelids. "Shh, the worst is over." Gradually he began a steady rhythm, slowly thrusting into my sore pussy. He moved his hand and attempted to kiss me, but I turned my head away from him so he moved on to my neck for a second time. "I hate this..." I bawled as he reached down between us to rub my clit. I groaned and buried my face in the crook of his neck. My toes curled again and my legs wrapped around him instinctively. I heard him chuckle. "My pretty Lily," he cooed. I hated it. Why must he say my name like that? "How does it feel to be wrapped around my cock?" He sounded so sweet as if they was a normal thing or as if we were lovers. Steeling myself, I said the only thing I could think of. "Fuck you..." My voice had no confidence, though. Narrowing his eyes, he pulled out of me which felt weird. Roughly I was flipped over, my arms being forced to cross uncomfortably. Without warning he thrust back into my pussy and furiously pounded away at me. I screamed into the pillow as his hand came down on my ass over and over again, smacking the same spot to worsen the pain. "Only naughty girls use such language. Are you a naughty girl?" His hand didn't stop, neither did his hips. I felt sore, I felt raw. It wouldn't stop. He reached around and pinched my nipple, biting the back of my neck hard. I cried out and pulled myself forward, but he held me underneath him. His hips sped up even faster, and even as a virgin I knew that meant he was close. "Please, not inside of me!" I tried pushing on his hips behind me, but I just heard him laugh in my ear. His hips kept getting faster and I clenched my eyes against the worst, but at last minute he pulled out and I felt him coming on my back and ass. Warm sticky semen slipped down my ass onto the bed as I felt him getting up. I kept my face in the pillow as I listened to him get dressed. When I heard a door open and shut behind me, I let myself cry softly in the silence. Pretty Lily Ch. 02 As I woke up for the second time, I peeked an eye open to check my surroundings. No one was in the chair and the room appeared to be empty when I looked over my shoulder. I sighed and tried to roll over onto my back and straighten out my arms, but as I did so my wrists stung. Looking at my wrists, I could see that they were raw from rubbing against the handcuffs during my sleep. How could this happen? I'd heard stories of women being kidnapped, but no one ever believes that they could be taken themselves. Would I die? Did this man plan to kill me? I was afraid to even ponder on what he had injected into my arm, especially when it was right after asking if I was on birth control. Birth control? Did that mean he planned on raping me again? That was a stupid thought. I knew he would do it again. I pulled my feet up under me and I could feel dried semen on my back cracking from the movement. My cheeks felt hot with shame and the burning in my nose that warned of up-coming tears alerted me. Shaking my head, I took a deep breath to try to calm myself. Crying my eyes out when I could be figuring out a way to save myself did nothing. Observing the room, I noticed that the bed I laid on was not the only one. My bed was on the far wall, directly across from the door. There were two beds, on against each wall on my left and right. Each headboard was against the walls, and the beds were made, except for mine. The ceiling had a few lights hanging. There were no windows so the artificial light casted a slight yellow glow on the white walls and dark wooden floor. Next to the bed on my right was another door, but I couldn't tell what it led to. Still sleepy, I yawned, but my cheeks ached. I recalled how many times I'd been slapped the night before. No one had ever hit me before last night. No man had ever seen me naked before. My toes curled in an effort to comfort myself and I clenched my eyes shut. The sound of a door handle turning took my attention and I opened my eyes to see the door across from me opening and in stepped the man from the night before. "Is the little flower up from her nap?" He smirked at me and shut the door behind him. "Do you need to use the bathroom?" I hadn't thought about it, but at the mention of the bathroom, I had the sudden urge to use it. I nodded without looking at him. Walking over to the bed, he leaned over me as he pulled a small key from his pocket and uncuffed me. He rubbed my wrists slowly as I hesitantly sat up. I wanted to hide my body, but my cheeks still held the reminder of what would happen. I couldn't bring myself to look at him. I was embarrassed, I was ashamed. With a hand on my waist, he helped me stand and led me to the second door in the room. Upon him opening it I noticed that it was a bathroom. A sink and counter and toilet were to my left and a large bathtub was at the far end underneath a medium sized window. He turned on the light and pushed me inside, but I just stood there when he didn't leave. My eyes looked towards his general direction, but stayed on the floor. "Well?" He asked. My face felt cold instantly. He couldn't possibly plan to watch me use the bathroom. "I...I can't..." Scoffing, he shoved me towards the toilet. "Be a good girl." Shutting my eyes tight I lifted the lid and sat down, trying to will away his gaze. After a few minutes my body relaxed enough to do its business and when I was done cleaning myself I finally looked at him and was relieved enough to see that he had his back to me. The sound of the toilet flushing alerted him that I was done and instead of addressing me, he went to the bathtub and turned the water on. When I stayed where I was, he reached his hand out. "Come on, Lily." I walked over to him and I could feel the steam rising from the water. I lifted a foot over the tub and poked my foot in the water, but quickly yanked it out with a yelp. "It's too hot!" He reached his hand in, held it there, and pulled it out with a shrug. Picking me up, he set me over and into the water. I tried to jump out, but he held me there. The water burned my skin, but eventually my legs got used to it. I tried to slowly lower the rest of my body into the water, letting myself adjust, but he just shoved me all the way under with a splash. As my head emerged from the water I whimpered and pulled my knees to my chest. The sound of shampoo squirting out of a bottle caught my attention and then hands were in my hair, rubbing my scalp and creating suds. Silence filled the bathroom and his fingers felt rather good. "...Are you going to kill me?" There, I said it. His fingers stopped for a moment before resuming. "No." His pause didn't make me feel better at all. "Are you going to hurt me?" I felt his fingers tighten in my hair and he turned my head to face him. "That's up to you, little girl." I scrunched my face and hugged my knees to me tightly. His fingers actually felt nice against my scalp as he massaged it slowly, building a heavy lather that dropped into the water now and then. When he was satisfied, he grabbed a glass from the counter and filled it with water before tilting my head back and pouring the water on my hair. He repeated this over and over, slowly rinsing my hair without being rough. As the last the last of the shampoo was out of my hair, he repeated the whole process with conditioner from under the counter. It smelled sweet like strawberry smoothies and it relaxed me even more. "Can I... Can I know your name?" My voice was quiet. I felt that if I at least knew his name it could make things easier. It would make him less of a stranger, but it wouldn't make him less of a danger. "No." Tears welled in my eyes and my nose burned a little. "Please... please, tell me..." My voice shuddered as I could feel myself start to cry. I could hear him sigh, but he didn't say any more. After my hair was taken care of, he pulled a pink bottle of body wash out and squirted some into his hands. I furrowed my brows and tried to back away from him, but in the small space of the bathtub, I'd only managed to splash the water at him. "Lily, I want you to behave." He ordered, reaching for my right arm. I tried to pry his hand off, but my skin was too slippery to do so. As he pulled me back towards him more water splashed out of the tub, but he ignored it this time as he positioned me with my back to him. He started with my shoulders, rubbing small circles. I brought my knees back to my chest to hide my breasts and vagina, staring at the water as his hands moved down my arms. My left arm was moved from my knees as he washed the rest of it, followed by repeating the action to my right arm. When he began to push my knees away I held them still. "Be a good girl, now." He reminded me. "Why can't I wash myself?" I asked, still not budging. I hadn't anticipated him placing his hands in the crack between my knees and parting them, giving full access. "Because I want to touch you." His hands cupped my breasts, moving the water around me. I inhaled deeply which caused my chest to push into them. His thumbs gently traced my nipples as he leaned down over my right shoulder. I could feel his warm breath on my ear and when he spoke I shivered. "Smaller girls are a real turn on. I can so easily throw you around." I felt both insulted and complimented at once, blushing at the thought of him throwing me around. I prayed he only meant it in a sexual way, though I didn't want him to regardless. One hand trailed upwards past my neck and into my hair, gripping it tightly enough to cause a slight pull, but not enough to hurt. "And brunettes are the sexist by far." I shut my eyes and tried to block his words out. I had to change the topic. I needed answers. "Am I going to stay here forever?" My voice was sheepish. "No," his tongue traced my earlobe and I fought back a gasp. "So you're going to let me go home at some point?" "No," his teeth softly bit down and my own mimicked by biting my lip. Seeing that was getting me nowhere, I switched again. "How did you know I wouldn't be a minor when you took me? Would you have taken me anyway if you did?" "I don't touch girls under 18. And I had someone watch you for a period before I collected. I do with all the girls." My insides went pale and I could feel everything pull towards the center of my body. "Collected?" I shook my head. "All? There's been other girls?" Instead of answering he yanked my face towards him and crushed his mouth against mine, sending his other hand towards the apex of my thighs. I slammed my legs shut, but that only trapped his hand there. "You have such a soft pussy," he whispered against my mouth. I blushed, embarrassed. "Please, don't call it that." "No? Why not?" His fingers rubbed against my lips before one inserted itself inside me. My insides tightened around it on reflex. "Your pussy likes my hand." "It's embarrassing!" He chuckled against my mouth and began to pump into me while using his thumb on my clit. My back arched and my feet slipped along the bottom of the tub, making a squeaking sound. The hand in my hair trailed down to my neck, carefully caressing my throat. His fingers pinched my clit before sliding down to rubbing against my anus. I screamed, jumping against the side of the tub. "Not there!" His chuckling filled my ears, but he withdrew his hand and went back to tickling my clit. "You have no control over what I do, but since you're being so well behaved I'll let you get away with that." Going back to my nipples with one hand, he tweaked the sensitive tips while his mouth traced my ear. My toes curled under and my breathing was getting shaky. "Please stop..." Lips moved from below my ear down my jar, kissing and nipping at each bit of skin until they reached the corner of my mouth. With each thrust of his finger his lower hand turned back and forth, causing a deep pull in my belly. Gasping as his thumb pressed hard on my clit, my hands covered his own, but I wasn't sure what I wanted to do. "What is it? What do you want, little one?" His voice seemed deeper and it surrounded me. My grip on his hand tightened, but I didn't pull it away nor did I push him deeper. My nails dug into his skin and a high-pitched squeal escaped my throat. "Ask me for it. Tell me what you want." His thumb sped up on my clit and my legs quivered. I shook my head, refusing to let go. "You have to ask me. Tell me that your pussy needs me and I'll give you what you want." "I can't!" I cried, holding back a moan. "Say it. Say your pussy needs me." His fingers began to slow down and the building feeling started to disappear. "No! I... Please!" I bit my lip. "My... My p-pussy needs you, please..." I felt him smirk against my cheek and then his fingers sped up again, making my whole body shake. My breath caught in my throat as my muscles began to tense up and relax at once, all of my focus on the center between my thighs. When the sensation got too much for me I started to pull on his hand. "No more!" His fingers slowly pulled back, but the ones on my nipples kept up with little tugs. "Say thank you." "What?" He gripped my hair again and yanked my head back to look me in the eye. "Say thank you, you selfish girl." His smile was gone and he looked stern. "Thank you, thank you!" I shouted, splashing again as I tried to get him to let go of my hair. With one last shove under the water, he stepped away from me and as I surfaced I saw him grab a towel and bring it toward me. "Step out." I quickly stood up and the cord air around me replaced the heat of the water and I wrapped my arms around myself to stay warm. He slapped my hands away before wrapping the towel around me. "What did I tell you?" "I'm sorry!" I ducked my head down, afraid he would hit me again. "Let's go." He grabbed me by the upper arm and yanked me from the room, dragging me towards the bed.