Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Elizabeth

His breathing evens out quickly, and I relax, knowing he is asleep. I'm still trying to get a few things sorted in my head.

I like being humiliated and degraded. When he watched me licking the floor, he had a proud look on his face. He hasn't let me cum at all. His words being I had to earn the privilege. He is sleeping I could—no, I can't. The bastard would somehow know.

I sigh. My brain feels so jumbled up. He looks after the tattoo and the piercings with such care. Only to use me like he did tonight. I don't understand him. I wanted to ask about his ex-girlfriend but wasn't brave enough. I was curious to know if that had turned him into this monster.

I didn't taste any of his pee. Most of it went straight inside me. It was only in the end that it tasted slightly bitter when he put some on my tongue.

I try and remember all the punishments he had said that went along with the six rules. I definitely don't want the giant butt plug in my ass. If I push his buttons tomorrow, what will he do? He hasn't threatened me with any physical harm. I rub my legs together, trying to ease the ache inside me.

I'm going to misbehave tomorrow and see what happens. I worry over it before I tire myself out and fall asleep.

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After breakfast presents the perfect opportunity. I pick up the dishes and leave them in the sink before going to the other side of the kitchen to pick up my book.

He went for an early run, came back, took his shower, and we just had breakfast.

I sit at the table opposite him and open up my book.

"Aren't you forgetting something, Elizabeth?"

I look up from my book innocently and shake my head. His blue eyes darken, and he points to the sink.

"Wash the dishes."

I point at my book and look as if I'm reading. I can feel his eyes on me, but I ignore him. I'm looking at the words in the book, but I'm not reading them. My heart is pounding, wondering what he will do.

"Fine. Have it your way," he said, standing up.

I hold my breath but still don't look at him. He walks to one of the kitchen cupboards and takes a bottle out. I quickly look back down at my book.

He slams the glass bottle on the table with a loud thud, and he picks me up by the scruff of my robe. I squeak and drop my book onto the floor. He pulls my robe off and pushes me down onto the wooden table.

I put my elbows on the table so my nipples don't get crushed against it. The bottle beside me is olive oil.

"You want to play with me, Fuckdoll? Let's play."

He picks up the bottle and pours it down the crack of my ass. He rubs it all over my ass before pouring more on me. When I feel his hot cock in between my ass, I moan.

He slaps my ass.

"Slutty little fuckhole. You want me to fuck your asshole is that it?"

His fingers rub my pussy gently, and he pushes his oily fingers inside me. I push back onto them.

"Fuck. Your holes look so hot."

I feel him push the tip of his dick into my ass.

"I'm going to let you cum, Fuckdoll, but you had best be ready for your punishment."

I nod my head.

He pushes another few inches inside me, and I relax my muscles, knowing he will fuck me hard soon.

"These holes are all mine, Fuckdoll. If you ever let anyone else use your holes. I'm going to kill you."

His hand grips my head up so high I arch my back and push my head back. He twists my head to the side and kisses my lips.

It's a fierce, probing kiss. He shoves his tongue inside my mouth before he slams the rest of his dick inside my ass. I scream out loud.

He pulls off my mouth.

"I never said I was going to make this easy for you," he said before pulling back and kissing me again before he fucked into my ass again.

I was ready this time and relaxed my ass. My moan bleeds into his mouth. His fingers rub my pussy. He pulls away from my mouth again.

"Are you going to cum on my fingers like a needy whore?"

I twist around to look at him. He had the death stare on me. I nod my head. The faintest of smiles appear on his face. He slides three or four fingers inside me and moves them in and out.

If he hasn't had sex for nine years, how the fuck is he doing all this?

He pulls his fingers out and rubs my clit. And my pussy and ass flutters. I need to cum so fucking bad.

"Oh, you horny little doll. You need it bad, don't you?"

I whine and nod my head.

He pulls back slightly, and I feel him pour more oil on my ass. His dick moves back and forth as he drizzles more oil on us.

He slams the bottle down and grips me by the hips. When he moves this time, he gives me deep hard thrusts.

"Good little, Fuckdoll. Taking my cock so good up, your dirty little asshole."

His fingers find my clit, and he strokes me in time with his cock slamming in and out of me. His breathing becomes erratic, and I can feel myself coming apart.

He slams in and out of me so hard that the table begins to move forward. He doesn't stop fucking me, but he pushes his fingers inside me, and I cry out and cum all over his fingers, my ass clenching down on his cock. He thrusts another two times, and I feel his hot cum soak the inside of my asshole.

I'm past caring, and I rotate my hips, wanting to feel his fingers. He pushes them deeper inside me while holding his dick inside me as he continues to cum.

I'm breathing as I've been running for my life. The final vestige of my orgasm makes my pussy flutter around his fingers, and I drop my head on the wooden table.

I feel him pull out, but I don't move off the table.

"I will never get sick of watching my cum drip out of your gaping asshole," he said, slapping my ass. "Squeeze it all out I want to watch your hole drip it all out."

I do as he asks, even if it feels weird. What the fuck? He kidnapped me, tattooed me, pierced me and made me into his doll, and I'm feeling weird about squeezing his cum out? Maybe we are both crazy because I've forgotten what normal is.

"So fucking hot," he groans. "It's almost a shame you must pay the price for breaking the rules."

I sag on the table, remembering my punishment.

Perhaps it won't be so bad.