Suddenly, he had me hauled me up to standing. Now his eyes were cold and angry-looking and he had my chin in his grasp, “I don’t appreciate being ignored,” he told me, “You’d be smart to remember that.”
“I wasn’t ignoring you. I know you’re here.”
“I don’t appreciate the attitude, then.”
“I don’t appreciate being kept prisoner,” I said softly, pushing my palms against his chest to get him
to let go of me. How dare he think he can just manhandle me!
He let go of me and I sat back on the bed, ignoring the fact that he was looking at me like I was a piece of meat. “I’ll go get dinner for us,” he said.
“Not hungry,” I muttered.
“Fine, suit yourself. You can wait until tomorrow to find out about the fate of your father, your belongings, and to find out what’s happened with your foster family.” He let me go and left the room and I sank down into the pillows like they were the pits of despair.
I prayed nothing had happened to any of them quietly, biting back tears and just stared off into space until it got darker and darker and then I eventually fell asleep.
** ** **
He was in bed with me, kissing my neck. My eyes bolted open and I squirmed away. He caught me and stopped me.
“Out of those clothes,” he said.
My eyes bulged. Oh no. I shoved him away and he caught my wrist.
“Hey, I told you. Obedience is rewarded but you haven’t been very obedient this evening, have you? Are you going to take them off or will I have to do it?”
“Go fuck yourself,” I muttered under my breath. I don’t know what possessed my mouth to say that but I instantly regretted it.
Covers were flung back and then he yanked the pants off me, pulling the underwear down with them. I tried to struggle but it felt like I was a flailing toddler and he was a giant. Then the tank top was yanked over my head while I was simultaneously pulled over his lap. He was in a pair of silky boxers and I felt his erection poking me in the upper abdomen. One hand was on my upper back and the other on my ass and his fingers dug in.
“Apologize for saying that to me.” he said softly. So softly it was frightening. His voice was laced with menace.
I held my mouth shut. It was a weird position, being naked over his lap, feeling his erection digging into me like this. His breathing was heavy. He slapped my ass hard. I cringed at the pain and tried to get away but he had a firm hold of me.
“Apologize,” he repeated in a still soft but even more menacing tone.
I pursed my lips. Forget this. I wasn’t apologizing to him for being shocked when he demanded I get naked. I tried to struggle to get out of his grasp again. Another slap. This one was harder.
“Ready to apologize yet?” he demanded, his voice still quiet but his tone even harder. His hard-on seemed even harder, too. The sick asshole was getting off on this so much. Spanking me, it was turning him on. I didn’t care. I wasn’t giving in. This was my life, my freedom, I couldn’t just give in, give up everything.
“Answer me, Athena…” he sang out, sounding impatient. Another slap.
Ow! My ass was on fire. He wanted to do this. This was going to happen to me no matter what, tonight, I just knew it.
“I love the way your body jerks against my cock when I spank you, baby,” his voice was husky.
Suddenly he pried my legs open and plunged a finger into me hard. It was excruciating.
“Not wet tonight, Tia?” He tsk tsk'd at me, “That’s disappointing.”
“I hate you.” I cried out into the sheets, tears streaming down my face, “Sick fuck!”
He sat motionless for a moment and I didn’t know what was coming next so I just stayed still. Then, he leaned forward and I heard the bedside table’s drawer open. I heard a pop sound, like a cap pop off something and then I felt something slimy down there. He was rubbing something on me down there. Damn him, was he… He was! He was lubricating me.
He slapped my ass again and I must’ve jumped about ten feet or as far as I could, still in his hold, but then he plunged his fingers in again and pumped them in and out a few times and then pinched my clit.
“So tight, Athena,” he muttered, his finger prodded at my rear hole.