“Yes sir,” she was crying again.
“Go into your bedroom and unpack your clothes and your belongings. Take the time to think about what you want as you work and let me know when you are ready.” I poured myself a drink and sat thinking about what was happening. She must have had a strange relationship, I wonder if he punished her when he was sober or if he saved it all for when he was pissed.
She came out, made up and sexy underwear and with a model walk she came and knelt between my legs, took my cock out and sucked it. She has done this before, a fabulous blowjob with hardly any use of her hands. It didn’t take me long to reach orgasm, she swallowed all of it, a considerable amount.
I lifted her and sat her on my knee, I stroked her hair and her left tit. “Pour two glasses of wine,” I asked (ordered). We spent the rest of the evening like this with just one break for a delivered take away. And a better way to spend an evening I do not know.
“Time for bed,” I told her, directing her to the spare bedroom.
Eva
He brought me some tea in the morning, I sat up, he stared at my arms! Shit the bruises, I quickly covered up hoping he would think I’m hiding my boobs, the nipples were protruding. I hope so.
He gave me another t-shirt and jogging bottoms, my bra and panties had dried so I put them on, the joggers and t-shirt. I put my long sleeve top on to hide the bruises. He took me to the shop and I bought clothes including a pack of knickers. If I can’t change anything else I can have clean knickers no matter what I was going to do in the next few weeks. Bob lent me the money.
Back at his house he asked me about the abuse and I burst into tears, I couldn’t really speak so I took my top off, and cried more. He looked really angry. He held me and I soaked his shirt with my tears. Why is he so nice to me? I don’t deserve it. I should have done something ages ago. I cried and cried. He wanted me to go to the hospital, he wanted me to ask some of my workmates for help. No, no one should know.
He took me to Billy’s, no longer my home, and with his authoritarian voice, God that voice turned me on, he told Billy we were collecting my things. We did, all the essentials and told him we would be back for the rest.
He said I could stay at his house until I sorted myself out. I wanted to thank him. I had picked up some cream that I had Billy put on me the days following a beating when he was contrite and loving. I asked Bob if he would do the honours and took my top off leaving just my rather sexy bra. He put the cream on my ribs, both sides and before he started on my arms I said thank you and tried to kiss him.
He stopped me saying that I did not need to show my thanks that way and carried on putting the cream on me. The authoritarian way he spoke made my knees weak, made my pussy tingle and my nipples tent out my bra.
I fell to my knees and held his legs. I pushed my face into him and felt his erection, he must find me a little sexy. I begged him to have me, to punish me, to make decisions for me. He doesn’t understand, I don’t understand. He sent me to unpack and think.
I thought and decided to let him not have a shadow of doubt about what I wanted. I sorted some sexy underwear, put some makeup on and high heels. I walked out with a wiggle, knelt between his legs and started to unfasten his flies. He made no attempt to stop me or help me for that matter. He soon became erect. I sucked his cock, clean and a decent size. It didn’t take him long to climax and I swallowed all of it. It was wonderful, to think of the position I was in this time yesterday and now I was pleasing this awesome man.
He gently pulled me up and sat me on his knee, he lovingly stroked my hair and then massaged my boob. We spent most of the evening like this with occasional breaks to eat and refresh the drinks. His hand did not leave my boob and he only stopped stroking my hair to take a drink.
He sent me to bed, in the spare room! Oh why can’t I share your bed?
To be continued.
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