“Oh Robin, quit moping about.” I smiled warmly, snuggled up in the plush recliner with him. It was hot outside, and he was nice and cool. Mary had gone out shopping; she always went out shopping when I came over. “Smile for me!” I poked his cheeks upward, forcing him into a grin.
He turned it into an evil look, all teeth. I dropped my hands and flicked my eyes away. It wasn’t a pleasant expression and he kept it, glaring at me. Then he began to touch my legs. Well, it was more like he was molesting them.
“These legs belong to me.”
I blinked. Well that was odd. “Er…I’m not going to get tattoos that say ‘Property of Robert Smith’, luv, I think my wife might get jealous…”
“What about your arse? She probably doesn’t – unless…is Sarah a pegger?”
Blushing furiously and cheeks burning, I shook my head. “I am NOT subbing to my own wife!”
“I knew it! You let her put things up there too!”
“Do not!” it was a squeak by now. It was true; I wouldn’t let her do that, so why was I reacting so violently?
“Fine.” He suddenly began to bite my thighs. “But THESE are MINE.”
“F-fine…b-but my legs are not your l-lunch!”
“I beg to differ.” He nibbled the inside of my leg.
“I shouldn’t have worn shorts today…”
“You should’ve worn a skirt.”
“I…what?” I suddenly felt nervous again. He up and vanished into his bedroom, and I sat in the chair, worried as Hell and playing with my fingers.
“Robin?”
He returned with a tube top and miniskirt, clearly Mary’s, probably from when she was a perky young cheerleader or something. “Here.” He tossed them on me. “Put these on.”
I stared at him. “You can’t be serious.”
“I am.”
“I am NOT wearing THOSE!”
He got very, very close. Right in my face. “You are going to put those on. RIGHT. NOW.”
I scurried to change, still feeling naked, even when I was finished putting on the skimpy clothes. “Robin…”
“Oh shush. You look sexy.”
I glanced at the hall mirror. “Well…I suppose I do…”
Robert stroked softly over my exposed midriff. “Yes, you do…”
I shivered slightly as he growled and bit the side of my neck. “Oh!” He grinned and slid his hand up under my skirt. “And you are…?”
I whimpered softly, my vision obscured. “A p-p-pretty little g-g-girl...” Trembling constantly, I continued… “I'm a g-g-girl...”
Robert smiled. “Yes, you are.” He continued to stroke my thighs and lower belly. “Such a darling little girl…”
I moaned softly as the skirt began to tent over my arousal. We were still in front of the mirror…
Robert laughed. “Such a naughty little girl.” He grinned and watched the mirror. “Look at yourself…see how sweet and submissive you are…”
I whimpered and forced my eyes open, staring at my reflection. It was odd to see myself so aroused; it made it worse. He purred into my ear: “I want you to touch yourself. You watch yourself in that mirror, and you touch yourself, and you’re not allowed to come until I say so.” He left me to sit in the chair next to the doorway.
Standing there for a moment, blinking and absorbing what he told me, I stifled a sob of humiliation as I slowly reached a hand up and began to touch myself through the skimpy top. I could feel my cheeks burning again.
“Good little girl. Go nice and slow.” I could hear him say softly from the chair. He was punishing me. Punishing me for something, it was obvious, he was really trying to humiliate me…I watched my reflection, whimpering and starting to cry as I stroked myself through the skirt.
“This'll teach you to kiss journalists on the mouth, won't it?”
I sobbed. I couldn’t help myself. “Robin…I…I didn’t mean to!”
“Right, it happened by accident.” His voice dripped with malicious sarcasm.
“It…”
“I’ll just bet. I want to see that shameful little sex of yours. Take it out and watch yourself.”
I shuddered and slid up my skirt, holding it with one hand while I began to jerk off with the other, blushing and crying.
“That’s a good little girl. See how aroused you are. So naughty.”
I began to tremble.
His expression darkened. “But you're not a good little girl, are you?”
I fought back a sob. He slammed his fist against the armrest. “ANSWER ME!”
I jumped. “N-n-no... I've b-b-been a b-b-bad girl...”
Robert smiled. “Don't come yet. Go back to touching your chest. Strip nice and slow.”
I began to cry harder as I took off my top, groping at my own chest and twisting a nipple, chewing on my lip. It was all for him. I tried not to think about it too much. Cringing as I stepped out of my skirt, I stared at my own naked and flushed body in the mirror. It was humiliating. “P-please...p-please, I don't want…”
Robert walked behind me, taking a slow, deep breath. He smiled, pressing himself into my back. “Come for me.”
I couldn’t do anything else; letting out a mournful wail, I felt my body react and I came hard, my knees giving way. I dropped to the floor. I could see Robert out of the corner of my eye, watching the splatter drip down the mirror.
“Good girl.” He walked away.
“Oh God…” I was crumpled on the floor, sobbing brokenly. And it was less than a minute later when I heard a key turn in the lock. Scrambling for my skimpy outfit, I covered myself – barely – when the door opened and Mary came in, arms full of grocery bags.
She and I stared at each other for what must have been a full minute without speaking or moving. Then, she dropped the bags and reached out to hold me, pulling back at the last moment, as if she sensed my distress, like a frightened animal. “Oh Simon!”
“D-d-don’t look at me…”
She draped her light jacket over my shoulders. “Don’t cry…” she helped me to a kitchen chair, and I could hear her in the hallway cleaning up the mirror. Then, putting tea on, she fetched me a bathrobe and took away the skimpy outfit, dumping it in a laundry hamper. I was still crying, I couldn’t stop.
“Oh Simon…you should go and take a nice, hot shower, all right?” she patted my shoulder and handed me a towel as well.
I nodded silently and headed towards the bathroom. Once there, I hung up my towel and turned on the water as hot as it would go without burning me, and stepped in, eyes shut tight. I felt so dirty. So used.
Suddenly I felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around my middle. I began to shake again. “No…no…noooo…”
“Oh, yes…”
I struggled weakly, fresh tears coming. “No – no, please!”
“Has my pretty little girl had enough today?”
“Please…please just leave me alone…”
He nipped along my shoulder. “I’m still hungry.”
I trembled. “No. Robert, no. I’m serious. Stop.”
He went deadly quiet. “What did you say?” he hissed.
“I…I said no…” I began to shake harder, my level of fear rising.
He growled loudly and grabbed my throat, tightening and shaking me. “Nobody tells me no!”
I began to cough and choke, struggling and crying. He forced me down onto my knees, still choking me. “Don’t you EVER say “no” to me EVER AGAIN, do you hear me?” I nodded as best I could, unable to breathe.
He finally let me go, but then grabbed my hips. Suddenly there was an explosion of pain! I screamed in agony, choking and writhing to get away. Some small part of my mind that wasn’t overloaded imagined a very wide, very oddly shaped bottle of shampoo was being used by Robert in a brutal fucking.
He growled and shoved it deeper. “Take it, you little whore!”
I was hysterical. “Oh God! Oh God it hurts! Please! Please! Take it out! Oh my God it hurts!”
I could hear banging on the door between my screams and pleading. “Robert? Simon?”
Oh God. It was Mary. Mary was going to see me like this. Then Robert growled in my ear: “It’s locked” and my heart sank. I continued to sob, screaming occasionally whenever Robert tore away my inner flesh. I knew by now that I was bleeding.
Suddenly, the bottle was pulled out. Robert flipped me onto my back, and mounted me, a cruel twist. I cried weakly, head tilted back and away, ashamed at how aroused I still was. Robert let out a soft groan; I shut my eyes tight as I bucked my hips up helplessly into his body. Why was he doing this?
His breathing was short and shallow. “Mmm…”
I whimpered again and refused to open my eyes. He rocked his hips, growling deeply. “Look at me.”
I obeyed; my eyes snapped open, wide with terror.
“Such an obedient little girl.” Robert grinned in a feral way, grinding down.
I could see the door opening; Mary had evidently picked the lock. She came in and stood there, staring at us. Robert took no notice and, gasping and moaning, came all over my chest and face. I felt myself come inside his body, turning my head away so Mary couldn’t see.
“That’s enough!” I heard her say harshly, hauling Robert off of me, throwing him out with a towel and helping me to my feet, trying to wipe off my face in the still-running water. It was cold by now, though.
Even with my knees shaking, barely able to stand, I knew. “I…I have to go…”
“Go where?” she demanded, confused. “Simon, you can’t go home like this…”
I shook my head, shaking violently. “No, no...I have to...I have to go to him.”
I walked out of Mary’s arms, looking back at her sadly. The last thing I saw was her eyes, confused, hurt, and finally…understanding.
And I shut the bedroom door behind me.
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