Page 34 of The Auction
“Fuuuuuuuck.”
But like any wave, it receded after a couple of seconds. I collapsed over his legs, my bare ass still there in his face. His dick was hard against his jeans. I felt it pulsing underneath me.
“Are we going to do it now?” I asked, my voice a dark whisper. I couldn’t say it was rape. Not after I’d let him…
“No.”
With a final swat on my butt, meant to get my attention rather than punish me, he pushed me off him until I was on my feet. I rushed my panties up over my hips and covered myself with the overalls as fast as I could.
I couldn’t imagine how I looked in that moment. I could feel my hair falling loose around my face, having escaped my ponytail. My eyes and nose were still red from crying.
I crossed my arms over my chest and I could feel how hard my nipples were. I wanted to pull on them.
Obviously, I didn’t.
“That wasn’t cool,” I finally said.
“Which part?” he asked me, as he stood.My eyes pinned to where he was still hard beneath his jeans. “Your punishment or your orgasm?”
“Either. Both. I don’t want you to do that again.”
He chuckled. “Liar. Now you have a taste. I’ll let you sit with that for a bit. But you need to get it through your head, there isn’t going to be a new wife because I’m not done with the old one yet.”
NINE
JULIETTE
Detente
It happened,okay? My first real sexual experience. There was no point in making a big deal about it, because it wasn’t going to happen again.
With him, anyway.
No, it wasn’t going to happen again with him, but hopefully, I would have another sexual experience in my life, because damn. Orgasms. Am I right?
But it couldn’t happen again with him because eventually he was going to see the error of his evil ways, divorce me, sell this farm and give me everything except his stake and maybe a few thousand more for his labor over these past few months.
He did get the tractor working, plowed the fields, and now our seeds were planted.
I owed him something for that work, but that was it. Maybe a percentage of our yield.
In order to keep my head straight, I told myself whathappened a few weeks ago was no big deal. That we would just keep going like we had been, and eventually, I’d stumble on the thing that would make him break.
In the meantime, life went on. Planting the crop was just the first step in a long line of steps until we harvested. Now we had to worry about all the obstacles that would show up between now and a couple of months from now.
The most worrying being some type of crop rot in the form of disease, insects or maggots.
To that end, we were in his truck, driving into town with lists in our hands.
“You hit the hardware store to pick up the insecticides. I’m going to stop by the post office.”
The hardware store. Shit. Kevin would probably be working and I had studiously avoided him for months now.
“You can do the hardware store. I’ll take the grocery store,” I said.
“We’ll both do the grocery store. I’m tired of you purposefully picking out all the brands I don’t like.”
“I pick what’s on sale,” I said.
