Page 31 of Hurts So Good

I want to yell “What?” at the top of my voice. I stare at the phone, squeezing the receiver so hard it’s in danger of slipping out of my grasp. Me? What do I have to do with this? It can’t… he couldn’t have meant…

“You’d like her to, wouldn’t you?”

I don’t know what reply she gives him, and I don’t want to know. I don’t. I don’t!

David laughs.

“Such a bad girl, having such dirty thoughts about her friends.” He does something to her and she moans. “What else would you like Kellie to do, darling?”

Oh god. No. NO!

She doesn’t answer and I’m thanking all the angels and saints when I hear the first slap. She gasps and I jump. Then another slap. The sounds are remote but unmistakable.

The sound of a palm hitting flesh in the only logical place he can possibly be hitting her. This… this is too much. My brain should have shorted out a long time ago. What’s wrong with me? Why am I still listening?

Because I want to know what she wants me to do?

He says, “I’m still waiting for an answer.”

“Please…”

“Answer me, slut. What do you want Kellie to do to you?”

“Nothing, Sir.”

Another slap, louder than before, and she cries out sharply. I wince.

“Nothing?”

“Nothing! I want… I want to…” She’s sobbing to get the words out as he slaps her ass again and again.

“What, Anna?” Slap. “What filthy little fantasies has your pretty mind conjured up? I want to know.”

“K… Kellie… I want to lick her cunt. I want her… to use me. While I’m tied.”

I can’t hear what he says. Approval, I suppose. Doesn’t matter because I’m dying of shame. My hand holding the phone is sweating, and I’m shaking like one of my fourth-graders caught cheating on a test.

I’m fighting not to imagine the scene she’s just described. Her sleek, soft hair falling on my open thighs. Her pretty, pouty lips on my clit, tongue licking at my wetness. Her hands tied behind her back. Something out of the porn sites I’ve found on Clint’s laptop and secretly stared at, dry mouthed and wide eyed.

But as hard as I fight my conscious thought, my body betrays me. My clit is throbbing, and the seam of my pants rubs me like a knowing finger as Anna continues her confession. As David delivers her penance, slap by slap.

“I want her to come on my face. I want to hear her moan.”

“The way you moan for me?”

She replies with one, and he slaps her hard. She cries out again.

“What else?”

“I… I want to finger her. I want her to fuck me.”

“Slut.” He laughs. “You want Kellie’s pretty fingers to fuck you? Like this?”

She groans and gasps and I can imagine his fingers plunging in and out of her dripping pussy. Rubbing her clit and her reddened ass.

“Yes. Yes oh god, please!”

She’s so close. I know it. I can feel her rising, the throbbing in her clit and her belly. Then he slaps her again. She groans. Pain and pleasure.

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