Broken Toy [Suncoast Society] (Siren Publishing Sensations) (31 page)

“Come for me, sweetheart. Keep squeezing my cock like that. Such a good girl.”

She threw her head back, long series of wordless moans competing with her lungs for breath. She wasn’t sure how she could survive this if he didn’t stop soon.

And her greatest fear was that he would stop.

She gasped again when he pulled the vibrator away from her clit, this time trying to catch her breath.

“Look at me.”

She forced her eyes open and tried to focus on him.

“Who’s my good little sex toy?”

“I am, Sir.”

“Who’s going to let me fuck her however I want, and whenever I want?”

“Me, Sir.”

He tugged on the nipple clamp chain.
How can something painful feel sooo fucking
good
?

She didn’t know and didn’t care, but she was a lot closer now to understanding how some people enjoyed being beaten. If their partners could make them feel like this, she got it.

Totally.

“Who’s going to beg me to let her suck my cock every morning when I wake up with a hard-on?”

“Me, Sir!”

As his sexily evil grin spread, she knew she was lost and welcomed it.

“Who wants to worship my cock and balls and ass right now?”

“Me, Sir!”

He let go of the chain, put down the vibrator, and helped her lean to the side enough that she could get a leg up and let him slide free. His stiff cock withdrew from her cunt, still hard and ready.

He scooted farther up the bed, spreading his legs and drawing them up to his chest. It left his cock, balls, and the crack of his ass exposed to her. “Beg me.”

“Please, Sir, can I worship your cock and balls and ass?”

“Oh, such a good girl. Of course you can.”

It was a little clumsy at first, with her hands behind her back, but she got herself flopped down onto the bed and buried her face between his legs, engulfing his cock first, all the way to the root.

She loved tasting herself on him, worked her way down to his balls, and laved them with her tongue.

His voice sounded hoarse, strained. “Lower, sweetheart.” He grabbed his cheeks and spread them. Now she understood why he’d washed up and she had a moment to think about how considerate he was before working her tongue in there.

It was his turn to rock his hips in time with her movements. “Yes, sweetheart. Just like that.”

She shoved her tongue against his rim, up to his taint, sucked on his balls and licked his cock before going down again. Up and down, until he was moaning.

“Suck my cock, baby. Drain my balls.”

She dove onto it as he grabbed her hair and started fucking her mouth, controlling her, using her. It was hard to say who moaned louder, her or him when he exploded, and she eagerly began swallowing every drop of cum he pumped out.

He lay there for a moment, catching his breath, his fingers still buried in her hair. Then she felt him move and the vibrator clicked on again. He made her release his cock and rolled her onto her back. “Such a good girl,” he said. He kissed her, pressing the Hitachi against her, sliding the attachment deep inside her cunt and holding it in place.

She screamed, Bill swallowing every last sound she made, fucking her with the Hitachi. He lifted his head. “Fuck it, sweetheart. Fuck that thing.” He sat up and grabbed the chain and tugged, reminding her why her nipples were deliciously hurting and making her cry out again.

He leaned in, voice deep, stern. “Fuck that thing. Show me what a good girl you are for me.”

She stared up into his eyes, her hips rocking, unable to stop herself, following his orders as best she could.

His gaze narrowed, lips curling in
that
smile. “Who’s going to fuck that vibrator all day long if I order her to?”

“Me, Sir.”

He nipped her lower lip. “That’s right, sweetheart. You are my beautiful girl and my perfect little toy and I’m going to use you any way, any time, any how I want. And you want me to do that, don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Ask me.”

Another wave rolled through her. “I…I’m your little toy and I want you to use me however you want and whenever you want.”

He grinned. “Close enough.” He lifted the chain, pulling her nipples. “One more and I’ll let you stop coming. Come!”

She didn’t know how her body could even process the order. Sensory overload hit her, her body beyond her control and his words drilling right to the center of her nervous system. Her cunt contracted around the vibrator and she gave up trying to keep her eyes open as she cried out.

After he was satisfied she’d obeyed, he shut off the vibrator and withdrew it from her. Then he gently removed the nipple clamps. Rolling her onto her side and off her hands, he held her cradled against him. “And that, sweetheart, is me. The real me. Are you sure you still want me?”

Still slick with her tears, she nuzzled her face against his chest. “Yes, Daddy. I love you and want you.”

He let out what sounded like a relieved sigh. “That’s my good girl. My sweet, beautiful girl.”

Bill went with Gabe when she returned home to Miami a couple of days later to begin the process of moving. She’d asked for, and received, another week’s vacation.

She’d figure out how to break the news to Walker that she was requesting a transfer once she got the move mostly completed. Bill assured her even if something fell through, she could likely get a job with Sarasota or Charlotte counties.

Or even not work, if she so chose.

He left it up to her to decide that, and she loved him even more for it.

When she unlocked her door, a note under it on the other side surprised her. It was from her next-door neighbor, who had taken receipt of packages for her in the past.

Hi, Gabe. UPS brought several large boxes for you. I have them for you because I was afraid they might get stolen. If I’m not home, call my cell.

Delores

Bill read the note over her shoulder. “Boxes?”

“Huh.” She went next door and knocked, Bill following her.

“Just a minute.” A moment later, Delores opened the door. She was a widowed retiree who always made cookies for everyone on their floor during holidays. “Oh, Gabe. There you are.”

Gabe put her hands on her hips. “How many times have I told you to look through the peephole? You have to be more careful, even in our building.”

Delores opened the door wider and waved her off. “I heard you come home, heard your voice. I suspected it was you.” She broadly smiled. “And who is this? Introduce me, young lady.”

Gabe felt a little heat wash through her face. “Delores Isaac, this is Bill Thomas.” She looked up at him. “He’s my boyfriend.”

Delores’ face beamed. “Boyfriend? You never told me you had a boyfriend,” she scolded, reaching for his arm. “Well, come in, come in!”

Bill looked bemused and let the woman lead him inside her apartment. “Nice to meet you, Delores.”

“You think you’re getting out of here before I have a chance to talk to you, think again. I’m going to hold her boxes hostage until you have at least a few cookies.”

She didn’t let go of his arm until she’d marched him over to the eat-in counter at her kitchen and made him sit on one of the barstools. Delores had a larger unit than Gabe’s, with two bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a larger great room area. Sometimes her children or grandchildren came down from up north to stay with her, but the independent woman steadfastly refused their attempts to get her to move back north now that she was widowed.

Gabe snickered as Bill threw a “rescue me” look at her over his shoulder. She just shrugged and followed them to the counter. She was used to Delores taking charge and keeping her there for friendly chats.

Okay, so maybe she is another friend.
She’d never thought about her neighbor in that way before, but realized she was yet another instance of Walker being right. She had way more friends than she realized, she’d just had her head shoved so far up her ass before that she couldn’t recognize them as such.

Delores took nearly half an hour to decide she was adequately impressed by Bill’s resume and background to declare him a suitable boyfriend for Gabe. Only after they’d both had some cookies and a cup of tea did Delores finally let them take the five large, heavy boxes back to Gabe’s unit. Gabe felt a chill run through her when she saw the return label, from Jennifer’s mother.

“What’s in them?” Bill asked.

“I don’t know,” she softly said, afraid to open them.

“Who sent them?”

“My…I guess she’s my cousin. Maria’s sister’s daughter. Jennifer’s mom.”

“Ah.” He stared at the boxes for a moment before pulling her into his arms. “You want me to open them for you?”

“No, I guess I should do it.” She looked up into his face. “Can you help me, though?”

“Of course I’ll help you, sweetheart. I’ll do anything you want.”

She snuggled safely in his embrace again. “I don’t know what they found in Maria’s house. I took every picture and photo album I had of my parents when I left.” She let out a snort and buried her face against his chest again. “Not like I had any mementoes.”

“Then let’s do this. Let’s go grab some groceries, order a pizza, and then get comfy in the living room before we handle these.”

“Okay.” She lifted her head again. “I like that plan.”

“I hoped you would.”

* * * *

It was nearly two hours later when they finally got around to opening the boxes. She was dressed in nothing but one of Bill’s T-shirts, had a tummy full of pizza, and was on her first bottle of the evening of hard apple cider.

Bill held the box cutter, and with her sitting close at his side, he carefully slit open the first box. She peered around him as he lifted out photo albums, loose photos, and files full of papers.

She started with the papers. She was shocked to see Maria had saved many of her school papers, all the way back to when she’d first came to live with her.

And even stuff from before, that her parents must have saved.

Report cards, scholastic award certificates, Honor Society papers.

She didn’t know how she felt about that, the warmth from Bill at her side barely counteracting the chill in her soul.

Setting those aside, she looked at the first photo album. As she thumbed through it, she realized it must have been one Maria had kept of her dad when he was a kid. She quickly set it aside to go through later when she felt the tears threatening. Another photo album, again documenting her father’s childhood. And more folders containing some of his school papers.

By the time they’d finished with that box twenty minutes later, Bill had already gotten Gabe a hand towel from the bathroom for her to use to blow her nose. She was beyond the tissue phase.

He repacked the first box and moved it to the side before pulling the second box close. It, too, was filled with photo albums, papers, and at the bottom something that threatened to crush her.

Her baby book.

She couldn’t take it from Bill.

“Do you want me to put it back, sweetheart?” he softly asked.

She shook her head.

“Do you want me to look through it for you?”

She nodded and laid her head against his shoulder after blowing her nose again.

He opened it, smiling as he stared at her baby picture. “You were adorable even as a newborn.”

She shrugged, not trusting her voice to respond. There was even a picture of her as a toddler, holding Bear.

As far as she knew, it was the only picture she had of Bear, unless there were more in some of the albums.

He continued paging through it, stopping when he reached age eight and she put her hand on top of his as she leaned forward.

The handwriting had changed. Under age eight, Maria’s prim and proper script had taken over. A notation about the date of her parents’ deaths, followed by a notation about her new school.

She slowly turned the page.

Maria had faithfully continued to fill out the baby book details, all the way up to her graduation, including annual school pictures.

Gabe took the book from him and pulled it into her lap, going back to age eight and slowly working her way to her teen years again. Nowhere, of course, did it mention the beatings. There was, however, a notation at age nine about her learning how to crochet.

She has beautiful technique.

She didn’t realize she was sobbing until Bill took the book from her and pulled her into his lap, cradling her head against him as she cried.

“I don’t get it,” she eventually whispered. “I don’t understand how she could do that to me and then keep my baby book up to date. I didn’t even know she had that, or any of this other stuff.”

He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “You know how it works, sweetheart. You know how abusers can be. They don’t make sense.”