The problem, I never agreed to fuck anyone else, and most certainly not for free.
“A thousand dollars an hour, paid up front.” It was the first thing out of my mouth when Corey dropped his pants to show off his erection. Guess I was too sauced to be graceful about it. I didn’t want him touching me with that thing, and I didn’t want his money either. I hoped to scare him away.
“What the hell? She said this was all for fun – no charge!” He pointed at Lia.
I stared hard at Lia. I really wanted to smash my Zinfandel over her head and shove my hand in her unconscious mouth to force her to bite me. Lia smiled with a cold, wicked grin that never reached her eyes.
“If you want favors from me, you’ll do what I want. Remember, you promised to do anything I wanted.”
I cursed and downed the rest of my Zinfandel in one whack. Wine ran down my chin, neck, and breasts.
“Fine! Do you have any coke?”
I was such an addict. But I vowed Enrique would hear all about this, and Lia would pay dearly for her manipulations. For now, I had to play her game.
With my acceptance, she tossed her robe aside, nude underneath, and began buckling on a marvel of modern science. She had a contraption designed for lesbians with big bank accounts, a strap-on dildo with little vibrating nodes inside and out, and it rotated. A power tool sex toy, the fanciest I’d ever seen. Thing had to cost near a thousand dollars or more. It even had a smaller ergonomically-shaped dildo curved inward for the wearer. She’d get hers while giving it to me.
I was fascinated with the toy. Better than a smart phone, definitely had more useful applications. She demonstrated the thing by pinning me to the wall and fucking me none too gently. God damn the girl was strong. She gave it to me so hard she actually lifted me up into the air. It felt really strange to look into her cold eyes, the vibrating nubs against my clit, and a huge dildo lifting me off my feet with each thrust. Fun, but weird.
Corey stood there watching, stroking himself, wishing he could get in on the action.
Lia stopped just before I popped off. She didn’t want me to climax – another nasty little part of her game. But I don’t need anyone to do it for me. I finished the job myself, rubbing and moaning for a few seconds to relieve the frustration. Lia watched me fascinated, wet and horny. It turned her on to watch. Finally, she broke out the coke. I needed it bad.
In reading her mind, I understood she intended to keep us high on coke so we could perform at her pace. She had an all-night marathon planned.
All this time I’d been here in Enrique’s home, I’ve never truly been made to feel like a whore. He always respected me. Lia succeeded in smashing my new-found confidence, debasing me to the level of a drug addict exchanging sex for a fix. I hated her more than ever.
We took several bumps each. As usual she had high-quality coke. Between the wine and the coke, I could withstand the withdrawals. I was as ready as I’d ever be for her marathon. It’s a well-known fact some women can literally fuck all night long with a sufficient supply of cocaine. I put that fact to the test on several occasions. This was simply one more night I had to endure something I had done before, or so I thought.
What hadn’t occurred to me, yet, was if Lia planned to bang me with her bionic strap on, what about Corey’s eight inch cock?
I found out the hard way.
“Ride me.” Lia lay down on her back with the spinning power tool thrust up between her legs. She wanted me on top of that thing.
“Hey, I want my turn.”
Lia looked at me with those ice-cold eyes. “Backdoor.”
I balked. “No fucking way.” She grabbed onto my hips and pulled me down tight onto the power tool. I was so damn wet from that thing. Her hips were soaked, from me.
“You let him, if you want what I have.” She snapped her teeth at me in imitation of a chomping bite. God I needed it so bad.
“Please no.” I whimpered.
She nodded her head yes, a wicked gleam of anticipation in her eyes. She wanted to see me punished.
“Okay, but put on a condom.” I murmured at him over my shoulder. I couldn’t look at him, I was so ashamed. She had reduced me to the lowest point of my life, a whore for her bite.
“I don’t have a condom. Don’t you have any?” He didn’t want a condom. Like most men, he didn’t like the way it felt.
Lia growled in my face as she fucked me harder with her power tool. “Just do it.”
I knew he was clean, or that he believed himself clean, but I still hated every second of it. Cory did what men have done since the dawn of time – he rammed his cock all the way in, taking full advantage of Lia’s power over me. I’d forgotten to bring the lube. I learned of Corey’s sadistic side. He liked to see a woman hurt, especially if he was the source of her pain.
Thank God for cocaine.
I don’t think I’d have been able to pull it off if I wasn’t so high. The two of them fucked me raw for what seemed like hours. Lia made me wait all that time, while they sandwiched me till I literally couldn’t walk or stand. She pushed it as far she could go without driving me over the edge of insanity. Round after round of punishing sex. Finally Corey begged off. His cock hurt too much, he couldn’t go on.
He shuffled off to the bathroom to clean himself up while Lia bit me. Five a.m. in the morning. I’d gone twelve hours without a bite. In my coke – venom – exhausted condition, I made the mistake of opening my big, fat, stupid mouth.
“I’m gonna make you pay for this when Enrique gets back. He’d never approve of what you’ve done to me.”
She didn’t react much at the time, slightly raised eyebrows, a small intake of breath. She pushed me off and left me lying in her bed exhausted – bleeding – demoralized. If I’d known what she intended, I’d have dragged my bleeding ass out of bed and hidden until Enrique returned. She took off to the shower, probably hiding her thoughts from me, maintaining privacy by distance. I passed out in her bed, unaware of what was to come.
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Chapter 19
Night three of Enrique’s absence started out relatively normal. I’d slept well through the day. I awoke to find myself naked in Lia’s bed, wrapped in bloodstained sheets. My blood on those sheets. Lia lay in bed next to me, still out cold – the sun hadn’t set, yet.
I hauled myself out of bed and limped my sorry ass back to my own room to soak in a wonderful burning hot bubble bath. Though sore and walking funny, I was in pretty good shape all things considered. I knew from experience the kind of abuse I endured should’ve made it impossible to sit down for a week. That vampire’s venom was truly miraculous shit.
I fought every raging instinct in my body urging me to go see Lia immediately at sunset. I vowed to never beg that woman for anything ever again. By eight-thirty I paced the room, a bottle of Patron tequila halfway gone. With enough liquor in my system to bolster my attitude, I worked up the nerve to go to Lia’s room and demand she bite me immediately. As I stomped down the hallway in my red silk bathrobe, tequila bottle in hand, she intercepted me.
“Get dressed. We’re going out on the town.” She flashed me her nasty little hate filled grin. “Remember you promised me a girls’ night out.”
“I’m not going anywhere or doing anything till I get what I want. Bite me now!” The wonders of liquid courage.
“You’re not in a position to give any orders. If you want my bite, you’ll be dressed and ready to go in twenty minutes. I’m going out, and I’ll leave you here alone. Who knows, I may not come back till tomorrow night.”
“You bitch! This wasn’t the deal. Enrique never gave you license to treat me this way!”
“Oh, by the way, he called a few minutes ago. You were busy, so I took a message. He wants you to know he’ll be another day or two. Your precious master has left you under my care. Do what I say or you’ll not get a single bite till he returns.”
I stomped off fuming mad, slamming my bedroom door. I threw the tequila across the room to smash against the nightstand. There were no words to express how I felt. Screaming was the only thing that did it. I screamed till my throat hurt. I put a couple holes in the wall, destroying the beautiful floral print wallpaper.
I knew I would capitulate to her demands, but I hated it. I hated her with every ounce of drunken hatred I could command. I wore a skimpy black cocktail dress. Low cut in the front with no back whatsoever, no underwear unless I wanted people to see it. My grand plan was to seduce Lia to get what I want. It’s what I’d been doing all my life, using my sexuality as a tool to survive. She’d done her worst last night. No matter how hard, fast, or long she wanted to fuck me, I could take it and recover by the next night.
I convinced myself there was nothing she could do to hurt me – boy was I wrong. Since I didn’t know where we were going, too proud to ask, I ended up way overdressed.
We arrived by taxi at the Blue Smoke barbecue joint. It’s informal, picnic bench style tables, live music. I looked way out of place in my Prada fuck me pumps and barely-there shimmery black cocktail dress. Lia dressed conservative in a cream sweater and black slacks – she’s always like that no matter where we go.
“Hang out here long enough and you’ll probably get that thousand dollars an hour you wanted.” Lia snickered at me, pinching my ass. She had really started to piss me off the way she treated me like a piece of meat existing solely for her entertainment.
I downed several more shots of tequila right away. Keeping my alcohol buzz ramped up seemed to help fight off the intense craving and withdrawals.
“What the hell are we doing here?” I wanted to be civil, but I sensed something off, and it put me on edge.
“We’re waiting for someone.” Her frigid smile never reached her eyes.
I couldn’t catch a solid idea from her thoughts. I couldn’t even picture who we were supposed to meet. I began to suspect she deliberately thought of other things – meaningless things – like the plunging neckline of my dress, and the pungent smell of charred meat she found irritating. To her, food smelled like crap – totally unappealing. The only thing Lia wanted was kinky sex and hot, fresh blood straight from the jugular.