leans back, quirking his eyebrow. “Oh, and did you come harder?”
“Don’t, Hugo, please.”
“I asked you a question, and you will answer it.”
“It’s only going to make you angry.”
“So he was that good, was he?”
“Why are we even talking about him? This is supposed to be about you and me reconnecting. Not Ash. I said I was going to marry you, and I will.”
“But did you say that because you love me or because you love your parents?”
I pause. “Both.”
He sighs. “Nope, this isn’t doing it for me.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m just not feeling it. Sorry.”
“What do you want me to do so you feel it more? I want to please you; you know that.”
“Cover your face.”
“But, Hugo, I want to look at you when you’re watching me.”
“Well, sugar. I don’t want to look at you. Move the screen so I can’t see your face. I’m too upset at the moment to deal with your pouty little face.”
I move the screen, tears filling my eyes. “That’s better, much better.” He laughs, his dick suddenly standing to attention.
“Hugo, this is sick.”
“Nonsense. I’m appreciating your body. You should be grateful it still turns me on.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I’ve been with models, dollface. They make your body look like shit.”
I can’t talk anymore. He’s turning back into the monster that dragged me down the hall. I want to shut the lid, but I can’t. I don’t want to do anything that will make him turn against our agreement.
“The silent treatment, huh? Well, it’s working for me,” he laughs. “Jiggle your tits for me. Bounce them up and down.”
I do it. Tears are streaming down my face. He never used to be like this. He always treated me with respect and made me feel loved.
“Now finger yourself.” He groans again, jacking his dick up and down, faster and faster. “You’re a bad girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Hugo.”
“You went and fucked another man, didn’t you?”
“Yes, Hugo.”
“You liked him pounding into you, didn’t you?”
“Yes, Hugo.”
“Did he tie you up?”
“No, Hugo.”
“Did you want him to?”
“No, Hugo.”
“Say yes, you dirty girl.”
“Yes, Hugo.”
“I wanted to fuck you so hard when your wrists were taped the other night. Do you know that? Do you know how much of a hard-on you gave me, watching you all scared and pitiful?”
“Then why didn’t you?”
“Because then you would have had me up for rape, Laura. And you’re not worth the jail time.”
“Aren’t I?”
“No.”
“So how did you get over your boner?”
“Simple.” He laughs. “I fucked the air hostess on the way back.”
I push the screen back and scream, “You did what?”
“Shit. I was just about to come. Why’d you have to ruin the moment by shoving your face in the camera?”
“What moment? This is bordering on psychotic,” I cry, covering myself in a blanket.
“Don’t cover up,” he groans. “Why are you doing that, Laura? Now we’ll have to start all over again.”
“I’m not doing that again.” I shake my head. “I’m too upset.”
“What? Why? What have I done now?”
“So since we got back together, you’ve already cheated on me?”
“No.” He shakes his head, putting his dick back in his pants. “You were still trying to decide. Thursday you made your choice, and since then, I haven’t cheated.”
“It’s been one day,” I yell, throwing my arms in the air. “One. Stupid. Day!”
“There goes your blanket,” he sniggers. “Wanna bend over and pick it up for me?”
“No,” I huff. “No, I do not. I can’t do this right now, Hugo; I’m too upset.”
“Don’t you love your parents, darling?”
“Of course I do. Why do you keep asking me
“Don’t, Hugo, please.”
“I asked you a question, and you will answer it.”
“It’s only going to make you angry.”
“So he was that good, was he?”
“Why are we even talking about him? This is supposed to be about you and me reconnecting. Not Ash. I said I was going to marry you, and I will.”
“But did you say that because you love me or because you love your parents?”
I pause. “Both.”
He sighs. “Nope, this isn’t doing it for me.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m just not feeling it. Sorry.”
“What do you want me to do so you feel it more? I want to please you; you know that.”
“Cover your face.”
“But, Hugo, I want to look at you when you’re watching me.”
“Well, sugar. I don’t want to look at you. Move the screen so I can’t see your face. I’m too upset at the moment to deal with your pouty little face.”
I move the screen, tears filling my eyes. “That’s better, much better.” He laughs, his dick suddenly standing to attention.
“Hugo, this is sick.”
“Nonsense. I’m appreciating your body. You should be grateful it still turns me on.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I’ve been with models, dollface. They make your body look like shit.”
I can’t talk anymore. He’s turning back into the monster that dragged me down the hall. I want to shut the lid, but I can’t. I don’t want to do anything that will make him turn against our agreement.
“The silent treatment, huh? Well, it’s working for me,” he laughs. “Jiggle your tits for me. Bounce them up and down.”
I do it. Tears are streaming down my face. He never used to be like this. He always treated me with respect and made me feel loved.
“Now finger yourself.” He groans again, jacking his dick up and down, faster and faster. “You’re a bad girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Hugo.”
“You went and fucked another man, didn’t you?”
“Yes, Hugo.”
“You liked him pounding into you, didn’t you?”
“Yes, Hugo.”
“Did he tie you up?”
“No, Hugo.”
“Did you want him to?”
“No, Hugo.”
“Say yes, you dirty girl.”
“Yes, Hugo.”
“I wanted to fuck you so hard when your wrists were taped the other night. Do you know that? Do you know how much of a hard-on you gave me, watching you all scared and pitiful?”
“Then why didn’t you?”
“Because then you would have had me up for rape, Laura. And you’re not worth the jail time.”
“Aren’t I?”
“No.”
“So how did you get over your boner?”
“Simple.” He laughs. “I fucked the air hostess on the way back.”
I push the screen back and scream, “You did what?”
“Shit. I was just about to come. Why’d you have to ruin the moment by shoving your face in the camera?”
“What moment? This is bordering on psychotic,” I cry, covering myself in a blanket.
“Don’t cover up,” he groans. “Why are you doing that, Laura? Now we’ll have to start all over again.”
“I’m not doing that again.” I shake my head. “I’m too upset.”
“What? Why? What have I done now?”
“So since we got back together, you’ve already cheated on me?”
“No.” He shakes his head, putting his dick back in his pants. “You were still trying to decide. Thursday you made your choice, and since then, I haven’t cheated.”
“It’s been one day,” I yell, throwing my arms in the air. “One. Stupid. Day!”
“There goes your blanket,” he sniggers. “Wanna bend over and pick it up for me?”
“No,” I huff. “No, I do not. I can’t do this right now, Hugo; I’m too upset.”
“Don’t you love your parents, darling?”
“Of course I do. Why do you keep asking me
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