Chapter 13

Chapter Thirteen

Rory

What did he just say? I need to think about what he is saying. I need to think of a way out of this before things go too far…okay, even farther. But how can I keep my focus when Bennet fucking Underwood is touching me. Not just touching me but doing horribly, wonderful things to me that he shouldn’t be doing.

And what the hell is going on? Did I wake up in some alternate dimension where Bennet is completely crazy and unhinged? Maybe I died when the phantom was choking me and this is all a hallucination brought on by my lack of oxygen and death. Maybe Bennet never came to knock that guy off me. My last thought is of the man who has haunted me for most of my life. Bennet.

It's the only thing that makes sense. No way is the boy I spent years crushing on touching my bare pussy and saying the things he is saying, blaming me for being the reason it feels like he has a sledgehammer down his pants right now. It just can’t be.

I can’t help but cry out at the way his fingers are massaging the bundle of nerves at the top of my sex, how he petted the outside of my pussy until I was dripping for him. The feeling in my lower tummy is growing causing heat to flush through my entire body. My breasts have grown heavier and more sensitive the more he plays.

We must stop though. What will Te think if she finds out about this? And Missy? And what happens when he finds out…?

“Oh God, Bennet, we have to stop.” Even I can hear the alarm and worry in my voice.

“Shh, no reason to be afraid sweetheart. You don’t have to do anything but lay here and feel.”

“No, Bennet…you…you don’t understand!”

“I understand you’ve been with guys who have no fucking clue how to find the right buttons, baby, but lucky for you I’m a cop. I’m really fucking good at finding things.” He must lean closer because his voice gets quieter, and right next to my ear. “And Rory…I’m going to make this pussy pop, baby.”

Oh God! This is like every dream I’ve ever had turned into a nightmare. I can’t take in enough air to get my breath and tell him what I desperately need to tell him.

“No…one else. No one else.” My voice comes out breathy and shaky, but I can tell he heard me.

“That’s right, no one’s going to make this little pussy sing like I do.”

God! I pull in air for one last attempt before he finds out on his own and thinks I tricked him or something. “No! There haven’t been others, Bennet. No one but you.”

“What did you say?”

His fingers stop…finally. He sets me up and off his lap. My towel is in danger of unknotting, but it’s not like it matters much now since Bennet…well, he was…playing with my, um, pussy. He rises off the bed and comes to stand in front of me, gripping my chin in between his thumb and forefinger. He looks at me like I’m not the same person I was a second ago.

“Rory what did you say?”

He looks pissed. I’m the one who should be pissed. I’m the one who is handcuffed, nearly naked and so fucking confused that I can’t think straight. I’m the one who has that horrible pressure between my legs so much it is nearly painful, damn it!

“What did you say, Aurora?”

Aurora? He called me Aurora. I open my mouth to answer him, and nothing comes out but a sob. I’m shaking like I’m a junkie coming off a high. I’m the one who has something wrong with me that makes it so I can’t focus on what his stupid question is.

“I…haven’t…there’s never…I’ve never been with anyone, Bennet. I didn’t know…,” it could hurt like this. I don’t say the last part out loud because how the fuck am I supposed to explain what I don’t understand.

I never realized my body could be so alien and so…not my own. I just need to get away from Bennet. Far, far away. And then maybe the hurt will go away too.

“Oh, my fucking God!”

I bite down on the inside of my cheek to keep from crying. He fishes the key for the cuffs out of his pocket and has me out of them almost as fast as he put me in them.

“You’ve never…”

I stand to make a run for it but he pushes me back on the bed. “I need to…”

“Tell me.” He demands it but I don’t understand what he wants. I already told him every way I know how to that I haven’t been with anyone else. “Tell me what exactly you’ve never done. You’ve never fucking what, Rory? Tell me.”

“I need to…leave, Bennet. I need to go…somewhere.” I look around with unfocused eyes until I land on the open door and think of the place I came out of before all of this. “I need to go to the bathroom.”

He doesn’t listen to me. Instead of letting me up, he squats down in front of me knocking my knees apart so he can pull me closer to him.

“Have you ever been fingered, baby?” His eyes look so intense and curious.

Maybe if I give him what he wants he’ll let me go. I shake my head and try to focus on what he is doing instead of the throb between my legs.

“Eaten?”

“What?” Is he asking me if I’ve eaten today? He changes so fast I can’t keep up. One minute he’s spanking me, the next he’s asking me about food. Is this his way of finishing things without trying to hurt my feelings?

His brows raise and his eyes show something that looks a little like shock.

“Has anyone ever tasted this pussy, baby?”

My eyes and mouth grow round at the question. “Oh God, no!”

“Has anyone ever played with your ti…breasts?”

“No! I really need to go to the bathroom, Bennet. Please.”

Our eyes meet, which is something I have been avoiding since all of this started. His eyes rake over me before he stands. He’s so close I have to look way up to keep eye contact with him.

“Shit, Princess, are you… were you close to cumming?”