yet and Luke has to
come.
A lot.
I hear the door
slam, but I know he’s still in the house and I lie there and I am still turned
on. I lie there and I moan because I can’t touch myself, I wonder if he’s in
the hall, watching me and I writhe a bit on the bed at the thought of him
standing there stroking himself and watching me and then I still as I hear the
slam of a car door and the engine.
I lie there and
hear him drive off and it’s a game, I tell myself.
He’ll be back.
I know he will.
I look at the
clock, it’s ten to two and I know he’ll soon be back, he knows I have to pick
the kids up at half past three….
But he doesn’t
have a key.
Chapter Six
I am starting to
panic, I tug at the cuffs and I am lying on my bed naked and cuffed and there
is no one in the house and I really do need to pee.
I didn’t at the
restaurant, Luke just walked off.
He’ll be back, I
soothe myself, but I am starting to cry.
He will have
taken my keys. I am whimpering as I lie there, trying to reassure myself and
then I hear an engine, hear footsteps, hear the doorbell and I can’t quieten my panic,
especially when whoever it is drives off.
I am cold and I
really need to pee. I am lying on the bed sobbing and it’s getting later.
For fuck’s sake,
Rick might come home for something.
If I don’t pick
up the kids Gina will and she’s got a key.
He is a sick bastard.
He told me that,
he warned me that, I knew that, but I just chose not to know. I just ignored
all the warnings - he is bad and he is dangerous and I hate him so much, I
fucking hate his guts for leaving me like this…
I want normal, I
want an affair, I want a lover, not this.
My eyes are
stinging as I sob and I can’t wipe them, there is snot on my face and I can’t
wipe that either, my arms hurt, my wrists kill. I am terrified that I will wet
the bed, I am crying so loudly that I don’t even hear him coming up the stairs,
I just see him come through the door, suited and dark and his features are hard
and foreboding.
‘Bastard…’ I
hurl at him. ‘You’re a fucking sick bastard….’
‘Told you.’
He gets on the bed
and he opens my legs.
‘I hate you
Luke….’ I hear the sound of his zipper, I look down and his cock is so hard and
if a cock can be angry, then his is. I am sobbing and crying and he lifts my
hips and he says it.
‘Say no.’
I want to.
I am so close
to.
‘Say no,
Portia…’
But to piss him
off, again I defy him.
‘Fuck me!’ I say
and then when he does I recant, because it is so hard and angry, it sears into
me, and I sob, but he just keeps on, pulls me over and over down towards him, I
feel every tug in my wrists, the metal cuffs clang and grind on the metal bed
and he just goes on pulling me hard onto his massive cock. ‘I need to pee…’ I
beg.
I am trying to
hold on and not wet myself, for once I don’t even have
to try to hold on to my come.
‘Luke please, I really
need…’
He doesn’t
answer. He looks down at me as he takes me. He is filling me and slamming into
me and I am just trying to hold onto my pee, but I see his expression shift,
he’s lost, he’s relaxing, and there is no restraint there now.
He is fucking me,
finally Luke is fucking me properly again, how we like it, how I used to like
it, but I am cross, I am cold and I need to pee and my arms are killing me.
With every stab of him I feel as if my shoulders will come out of their
sockets. I am holding on to not pee for dear life… he is wearing a suit, I can’t wet the bed, how the hell would I explain that?
Every thrust hits not just my cervix but my bladder, it hurts to hold on, but
there is a wave of confliction as I hear Luke’s ragged breathing, as I feel him
move faster, as I warm to the friction within, as for Luke it builds, as he
leads me to somewhere, where somehow we get to be free. I feel the pull low,
low in my stomach, I want my hands free just so that I can grab him, I want my
head to bite at
come.
A lot.
I hear the door
slam, but I know he’s still in the house and I lie there and I am still turned
on. I lie there and I moan because I can’t touch myself, I wonder if he’s in
the hall, watching me and I writhe a bit on the bed at the thought of him
standing there stroking himself and watching me and then I still as I hear the
slam of a car door and the engine.
I lie there and
hear him drive off and it’s a game, I tell myself.
He’ll be back.
I know he will.
I look at the
clock, it’s ten to two and I know he’ll soon be back, he knows I have to pick
the kids up at half past three….
But he doesn’t
have a key.
Chapter Six
I am starting to
panic, I tug at the cuffs and I am lying on my bed naked and cuffed and there
is no one in the house and I really do need to pee.
I didn’t at the
restaurant, Luke just walked off.
He’ll be back, I
soothe myself, but I am starting to cry.
He will have
taken my keys. I am whimpering as I lie there, trying to reassure myself and
then I hear an engine, hear footsteps, hear the doorbell and I can’t quieten my panic,
especially when whoever it is drives off.
I am cold and I
really need to pee. I am lying on the bed sobbing and it’s getting later.
For fuck’s sake,
Rick might come home for something.
If I don’t pick
up the kids Gina will and she’s got a key.
He is a sick bastard.
He told me that,
he warned me that, I knew that, but I just chose not to know. I just ignored
all the warnings - he is bad and he is dangerous and I hate him so much, I
fucking hate his guts for leaving me like this…
I want normal, I
want an affair, I want a lover, not this.
My eyes are
stinging as I sob and I can’t wipe them, there is snot on my face and I can’t
wipe that either, my arms hurt, my wrists kill. I am terrified that I will wet
the bed, I am crying so loudly that I don’t even hear him coming up the stairs,
I just see him come through the door, suited and dark and his features are hard
and foreboding.
‘Bastard…’ I
hurl at him. ‘You’re a fucking sick bastard….’
‘Told you.’
He gets on the bed
and he opens my legs.
‘I hate you
Luke….’ I hear the sound of his zipper, I look down and his cock is so hard and
if a cock can be angry, then his is. I am sobbing and crying and he lifts my
hips and he says it.
‘Say no.’
I want to.
I am so close
to.
‘Say no,
Portia…’
But to piss him
off, again I defy him.
‘Fuck me!’ I say
and then when he does I recant, because it is so hard and angry, it sears into
me, and I sob, but he just keeps on, pulls me over and over down towards him, I
feel every tug in my wrists, the metal cuffs clang and grind on the metal bed
and he just goes on pulling me hard onto his massive cock. ‘I need to pee…’ I
beg.
I am trying to
hold on and not wet myself, for once I don’t even have
to try to hold on to my come.
‘Luke please, I really
need…’
He doesn’t
answer. He looks down at me as he takes me. He is filling me and slamming into
me and I am just trying to hold onto my pee, but I see his expression shift,
he’s lost, he’s relaxing, and there is no restraint there now.
He is fucking me,
finally Luke is fucking me properly again, how we like it, how I used to like
it, but I am cross, I am cold and I need to pee and my arms are killing me.
With every stab of him I feel as if my shoulders will come out of their
sockets. I am holding on to not pee for dear life… he is wearing a suit, I can’t wet the bed, how the hell would I explain that?
Every thrust hits not just my cervix but my bladder, it hurts to hold on, but
there is a wave of confliction as I hear Luke’s ragged breathing, as I feel him
move faster, as I warm to the friction within, as for Luke it builds, as he
leads me to somewhere, where somehow we get to be free. I feel the pull low,
low in my stomach, I want my hands free just so that I can grab him, I want my
head to bite at
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