Page 37 of Hurts So Good
“Cute. You two twinning like that…Do you go out everywhere together this way?”
Crack.
Asshat One slapped me hard, making me bite my tongue. Blood began to seep out until it coated the inside of my mouth.
Spitting to the side, I grinned. “You hit like a wimp, you saggy ballsac.”
Nothing. They said nothing. Dammit—I needed to get a rise out of one of them to begin to identify who I was dealing with.
Asshat Two held out a water bottle in front of me. The undeniable crack of a new water bottle opening was music, beautiful, glorious music to my ears. As I leaned forward, he then yanked it away. He repeated the process four more times.
“Are you a douche canoe all the time, or am I to feel special for this treatment.” Feeling my eyes pinch hard as I frowned, Asshat Two shrugged and stepped back. “Seriously. What? Are you expecting a please and thank you? Or better yet, a curtsey?”
Asshat two stepped forward again, tipping the water to my parched lips. Yanking the water away, he began to dump it all over my body, starting at the top of my head.
The water felt so cool and refreshing and sensual as it—Oh my god, they drugged me.
“What did you give me? Molly or X?”
Both of the masked faces glanced at each other and then nodded once in unison. Okay, either I was losing my mind, or the drugs were invading my head worse than I realized. But whichever drug they gave me would cause me to feel oversensitized to the point of arousal and pain, like a slightly cold floor feeling painful or a rope rubbing on my skin would feel like biting bugs.
Okay…okay…I really needed to focus and roll through the effects of the drugs.
Asshat One made his way behind me. The rope seized up against the middle of my chest and my clit. He pulled up, rubbing the raw rope against my almost bare pussy. He let go, and it rubbed the other way, creating a delicious burning pleasure.
He repeated this process again and again and again until I was in tears. I needed to come so badly that my insides began to clench, and not in a pleasant way.
“Please…please stop the ache.” I knew I was wailing, but I didn’t care.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk…” Asshat Two said as he kicked my feet wider apart on the floor and stepped in between my thighs.
Squatting down between my legs, he lifted the rope and slid my panties to the side. Laying down on the floor until his head was even with my pussy, he pulled up the bottom of his mask and blew right on my clit.
He did this again and again until he finally moved close enough to lick and suck on my needy clit. His tongue began to move as if he knew my body, where it liked to be touched and licked.
“Oh god, more. I need more. Please…”
My heart was pounding.
My head was spinning with need.
Every little move he made felt so fucking good.
Somewhere, in the back of my head, there was a small voice saying, ‘You didn’t ask for this. This was not a consensual act,’ but I wanted to punch whoever was saying that in the face because my body was screaming at me for something different.
Wiggling, I tried to push my needy self up into his face, but my arms pulled up so tight they were going to break. He quickly stood and backed away, shaking his head no.
Tears were streaming down my face, and I knew I was out of control. “I need…”
Asshat Two chuckled. “Nothing. You need nothing.”
His voice was severely modulated? It sounded so ridiculous that I began to laugh out loud. Faster and faster, the laughs bounced out.
Asshat One moved back to his original position like he was waiting for Asshat Two to follow. Once he did, they both turned on their heels and left.
“What the actual fuck?” I screamed at the slamming door.
What felt like hours passed by, and my body would not settle. I tried every which way I could to get relief, but I couldn’t touch my own body.