Page 27 of Exposed
Benji. I’m here because Benji helped me.
Because I’m supposed to kill Dr. Ambrose.
Dr. Ambrose uses his boot to maneuver me until I’m lying on my back, and it becomes harder to remember that goal. He rubs his boot across my face, then down over my breasts, over my pussy, and I repeat the promise in my mind:I will kill him. I will. I will?—
I need to cum first though. Ineedhis boots. His fingers. His cock. And damn it all, I want to makehimcum too. To know I did something right. That I brought him pleasure. That I was good enough. And then I’ll?—
He reaches down, grabs my hands, and yanks me to my feet. His body is so close that his heat grazes me. I’m panting hard as he inspects me, and it sends chills down my back. I’m naked, but he’s still completely clothed, and standing next to each other like this, it’s painfully obvious.His cock twitches, brushing against the fabric of his pants and skimming me.
His hand reaches between my thighs, his coarse, scarred palm cupping me. My folds spread as he teases my opening. My tongue flickers over my bottom lip, and Dr. Ambrose’s eyes rove over my mouth, a smirk dancing across his face.
“As I suspected,” he murmurs. “Evidence of your arousal.”
I don’t know what takes hold of me. I press my hips forward, sandwiching his hard, monstrous cock between us.
“So are you,” I whisper.
He bellows with laughter. Goosebumps fleck my skin. Then he shoves me so hard, I fall backward, catching myself on my ass and palms.
“What an assumptive, dumb little bitch,” he growls. “You know what excites me the most?” He bends closer and enunciates each word: “You don’t know who I am. You don’t know what I’m capable of. You don’t know how wrong it is to want me. On the other hand, I knowexactlywho you are, where you’re from, and what you’re capable of. I could tell you everything you need to know. Instead, I will keep you here, right under my thumb, ready to do anything I say.” His voice lowers: “I bet if you learned the truth, you’d still want me. You’re such a wanton, desperate little bitch, you’ll do anything I ask.”
My shoulders hunch as I curl into myself. It’s not true. I’m not doing this for myself. I’m doing this for my mother. For justice. To kill him. I will find the vial, blind him, and use the shower head to crush his skull.
So, why haven’t I done it yet?
He unclips a small metal clamp from the bathtub’s tarp. I squint. The edges of the clip are jagged with small triangular teeth. My heart pounds. He’snotgoing to put that on me. Is he?
He whips the tarp from the tub, and the plastic sheet flutters to the floor. He pulls me by my hair, moving me to sit in the tub.
The ceramic is stained, and the drain is open, missing its plug.
He bends down, then attaches the metal clamp to my clit. The teeth pierce my skin, stabbing my bundle of nerves, tendrils of pain bursting in my neck and ears. As he lets go, the clamp expresses its full power, and the pressure is unbearable. I cry and whack at it with my hands.
“If you take it off before you cum, I will remove your clit,” he growls.
I choke on my spit.Remove my clit?
I believe him. He would cut off my clit if he wanted to.
Tears drench my face, and my clit throbs. He puts the tarp back on the tub, strapping the other clamps back down to the ceramic. The top half circles my neck like a collar. This is a hydrotherapy tub, isn’t it? The kind of tarp meant to keep a patient inside the water.
My pussy is hidden from his view; I could remove the clamp. But I’m too scared of the pain of losing my clit and too eager to do what he says. To be good. To beenough.I just have to cum, and then I can get rid of the clamp.
He unzips his pants, his erect cock springing into view. My pain and fear vanish.
His cock is pale and bright, visible in the dim lighting, with dark veins darting around his shaft, resembling angry bolts of lightning. His shaft is long and thin, a ropeready to wrap around my neck and squeeze, squeeze,squeezeuntil my head pops off.
And Iwanthim to choke me.
I bite my lip, pleading for relief. For his cock. Forhim.
He takes his length in his hand. “Now, for the final test.”
My body trembles, my clit throbs, and my legs spread as wide as they’ll go. My knees hit the sides of the tub, and I wait for whatever comes next.
His face pinches, his cock softens, and I open my mouth, leaning as far forward as I can without moving the tarp, desperate to lick his shaft with my tongue.
He doesn’t move.
