What kind of stupid mess did I get myself into? There was still time to quit. Hurriedly I got out of bed and threw my drawers open. I didn’t bother folding my clothes and simply tossed and shoved them into my luggage. Maybe I could leave for the first bus in the morning and make my way back home. I could sell the old car and just use the money to go back to college. I could just tell my mom it didn’t work out as I had hoped.

I then picked up my phone and started searching for the bus schedule. I wanted to get out of here as quickly as possible. Marcus might be around to pick me up at anytime and I had no idea what kind of crazy, kinky play he would have in mind.

Yes! I pumped my fist in victory when I saw there was a bus scheduled for six in the morning. I could drive the car out tonight, sell it for cheap and then just get a motel room near the bus terminal. That’d be the best course of action.

I could leave this crazy place behind and forget all that happened here.

Yet when I picked up the pair of shorts that my mom had made for me the day I left, the very pair she had cut and torn from my old pair of pants, I couldn’t pack any further. I couldn’t understand why but I just sat on the bedroom floor gripping those shorts as tears began to flood down my eyes.

“I’m so fucking stupid,” I cried out loud. “I’m being such a fool. I can’t believe I let him fuck me in exchange for a fucking loan.”

My hands reached down and I slid one underneath my panties. My fingertips raced across the folds of my pussy and I gently touched my warm and moist womanhood. Even now it was anxious and I could feel the pressure between my legs.

Why was I wet? The realization that I was getting turned on by merely thinking of what Marcus did to me in his basement was horrifying.

Before long my mind began to trail and I started to imagine his long, massive cock once more. Even in the darkness of my dimly lit room I could picture how it looked before he’d slap my face, pry my mouth open and then shove it in deep. I could still feel how his shaft tore apart my pussy and ripped through my walls. I could still smell its scent after it had blown its load all over my body.

My body tensed up when I recalled how he had slapped me so roughly and how he plowed his cock into me like I was nothing more than a doll for him to toy with. Yet at the same time I felt elated recalling those instances but for reasons I could not yet understand.

It was then that I realized I was lying on the floor with my clothes off and my fingers digging deep into my pussy. It was then that I realized I was squeezing my breasts and moaning loudly like a whore, begging for my master to come and pound his way into me.

My lips parted and I felt the urge to moan and cry. I wanted to feel Marcus’ fingers and his heavy hand press down on my lips and play with my tongue. I wanted to feel the warmth of his body against mine. Before I knew it I had spread my legs and raised them high, emulating the sensation I experienced when he first took me on that table.

A few more minutes passed and soon I had two fingers thrusting and sloshing in my pussy. I thrust them in and out, fucking myself as vigorously as I could as my vision went blind with the pure ecstasy overcoming my senses.

Everything became a whirl as my thoughts cycled to and fro with the memory of how he fucked me. I had never been handled so roughly in my life but it felt so natural. I wanted more of it and the more I thought of that night the more my orgasm built inside. I then recalled how my master had prevented me from cumming and how he told me I was not worthy of the pleasure just yet.

For a moment that made me pause. Should I cum now? Should I continue playing with myself? I bit down on my lip as I pondered if Marcus would ever find out. I then shook my head, figuring out that by this time tomorrow I’d be home. With a grin, I continued playing with my pussy until the pressure became too strong and I finally got to release.

“D-daddy please fuck me,” I moaned out softly as I felt the rest of my warm juices flow down between my legs. I shut my eyes and surrendered myself to the moment and it was that instance that I realized I couldn’t just leave.

I needed to try this again. I wanted to experience the real thing at least one more time.

“Why?” was all I could ask myself as I breathed heavily on the floor, covered in sweat and my own cum. Why did I love this?

There was only one way to find out the answer to those questions. I picked up my phone and scrambled to find Marcus’ number. I fumbled for a minute, pondering what to text, and in the end simply asked him, “Daddy, when can we meet again?”

“I’ll pick you up tomorrow evening,” he quickly replied.

I then rolled over and tossed my phone to the side. There was no point in packing. I had just sealed my fate. The best I could do now was roll the dice and hope that things turn out for the best.