FULL STORY -A BASTARD AND A S_L_U_T

Part 2

“That’s it baby, you can come for me. You
like coming. Such a dirty Lovepeddler you
are.” Chad’s voice was deep and full. His
words slightly muffled. Grace heard them
though and she knew he spoke the truth. She
was a dirty Lovepeddler and what he was
doing to her K!ttyC@t was making her whole
body shiver and quake. Soon her hips were
rising and falling and she was no longer
fighting for control over her body or her
emotions.
Chad responded to her willingness by
pushing three fingers into her K!ttyC@t and
Bleeping her vigorously, while lapping at her
swollen lips and dripping s*x. He reached up
and pinched her left Tip, pulling the hard
bead and twisting it until Grace was begging
for him to F**K her.
Chad laughed, refusing to give her the J0yst!
ck she craved and instead shoved his fist
into her tight hole.
Grace screamed from the sudden fullness
and the shocking discomfort that came along
with it.
He felt her body tense and told her to stay
calm. She could take it. She was a Bleeping
Sl*t and she could take whatever he gave
her.
Grace felt tears slip down her cheeks, but she
said nothing more and chose instead to take
the punishing assault of his fist twisting back
and forth in her tight hole. True to his word,
her body did accept him and soon she was
bucking and riding and begging for more.
When she came her whole body seemed to
lift itself off the bed and remain suspended in
the air. She couldn’t breathe, think, or recall
anything she’d may have said. All she saw
were explosions of light behind her clenched
lids. All she felt was rapid shots of heat and
electricity erupt from her veins. Her Pour was
an avalanche of liquid steam that cascaded
over Chad’s fist and onto his face. She felt
him retract his fist and cover her K!ttyC@t
with his mouth as she exploded over and
over again.
How much time passed before she found
herself able to move Grace didn’t know. All
she did know that was when she was more
aware of her surroundings, Chad was by the
door and talking to someone. She rolled over.
Her body ached and her mind was numb. She
saw, through a foggy haze, Chad moving
back and accepting a cart, then pulling
money from the pocket of his robe and
handing it to the hotel attendant.
The aroma of food wafted over Grace,
causing her stomach to growl. She sat up,
pushing her hair from her eyes and watched
as Chad pushed the cart over to the table and
began to arrange their lunch.
“If you want to shower first, go ahead,” Chad
told her as he sat down and began to eat.
Grace shook her head, and left the bedroom.
Behind the closed and locked door of the
bathroom, she slid to the floor and began to
cry.
Hate for herself and for her blackmailer rolled
over her. The reactions she had to his
Bleeping, kissing, and talking to her were the
reactions of a Lovepeddler. She didn’t want
to be there and yet everything in her body
craved what he was doing to her. She hated
the fact that he knew it too. He knew he held
the power to force her to his will and yet he
hadn’t asked her to do anything that she
hadn’t willingly done with men she’d met in
secret. Grace knew it all came down to
control. She had control in all her affairs. She
picked the man, the time, the place, and the
acts. But now she had nothing – the only
control she had was to leave and let him
destroy her world.
“Get it together girl,” she told herself, before
pushing herself back up and forcing herself
into the shower. She washed away the sticky
remains of Pour and later brushed her teeth,
removing whatever taste may have still
existed from Chad’s blow job. When she left
the bathroom, her hair was damp and she
wore a white hotel robe.
“Take that Sh*t off,” Chad told her.
Grace’s lower lip trembled. “I don’t get one
speck of dignity?” she asked.
“Do you deserve it?”
“You don’t know what I deserve.”
To be continued..