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She used her safeword to stop me from counting down to zero. Then tonight she didn't even want me to say the word 'count'. But then she turned around and asked me to do that exact thing. Okay, so she's into orgasm control, and really likes it when somebody orders her to come. She didn't want me to do that to her while I was beating her; fine, that makes sense. But I tried just giving her an order to come, and it didn't work. She was frustrated, on edge, and unable to reach her orgasm, and she had to beg me specifically to count down. She came, but she clearly didn't enjoy it. And then she absolutely fell apart immediately afterwards. Again, the easy answer didn't fit; something else was going on.
What pulled it all together was the way she kept calling me 'Sir'. At first it was just part of the scene, but by the end it seemed like she'd forgotten who she was playing with. She begged 'Sir' to change the levels on the vibrators. She begged 'Sir' to count her down so she could come.
That's why it felt weird; she wasn't talking to me.
She wasn't talking to Nick; she wasn't even talking to 'Ryan'. She was talking to someone else: whoever it was that installed that button that made her come when they counted to zero. Someone who wanted her to thank them for allowing her to come, and someone who wanted her to immediately start sucking his cock afterwards. And, I was willing to bet, it was that same someone who taught her that she should never use her safeword, and probably punished her when she did.
I'd been caught up trying to figure out why Molly didn't trust me, but in that moment it occurred to me that I'd been asking the wrong question. Maybe I wasn't the one she didn't trust.
But I wasn't going to be able to figure this out on my own. If I wanted to be sure, I was going to need some help. I grabbed my phone and opened the contacts list, flipped through it, and tapped the 'dial' button. A few seconds later, the pulsing beat of a club DJ blasted from my phone, followed by a voice that was too loud for a phone call. "HELLO?"
"Jane! It's Nick. I need your help. It's... it's about Molly."
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 2 years agoThis went from seriously kinky and fun to majorly fucked up. I do find it strange that Nick would know nothing about Molly having issues. I have had friends both male and female who had some seriously fucked up pasts which caused their strange behavior or emotional issues to surface at very unusual times and during some incredibly unusual, circumstances. I noticed these things quickly but then I am also seriously messed up so maybe it takes one to spot one but I hope she accepts the help she needs because one of the core problems with people like us is that we think we have everything under control, and are very stubborn when it comes to accepting help. Excellent chapter that was a wild unseen twist.
Anonymousover 2 years agoIntriguing... I hope she can open up soon as otherwise it is not safe for him to play with her... too much risk. We kind of get it, hope it advances.... Great story so far.
