Welcome to E. Mayberry

This time I felt his hand pull the elastic of my panties up and his hand slide beneath them. The cool touch of his fingers on my clit and the way he parted my lips did it to me again. I tried to lift up off the bed but I was strapped down. Tears flowed from my eyes as a second orgasm erupted from inside. Hot lava flowed from between my legs and Bastian wasn’t finished. He put two fingers inside and worked me from the inside.

My head slammed back on the bed and I pushed down, trying so hard to fuck his hand. I wanted him deeper inside me. I couldn’t stop coming.

“I think I’ll leave you two alone for a minute,” the doctor said as she walked out of the room. “This is the best part.”

She closed the door with a click and Bastian unstrapped my hands.

I slapped the shit out of him. I hit him so hard a welt raised up on his face and marks where my nails had dragged across him shown clearly. He was stunned.

“You fucking asshole!” I yelled.

I was so pissed at him. He’d been fucking Suzanne and I hadn’t forgotten it. Yet, I wanted him. I hated him. I despised him. But I needed him. I knew I wouldn’t be leaving Bastian. Had the doctor adjusted something on my necklace to make me behave this way? I’m sure she did, but I knew I had enough control to know that he’d hurt me. That hadn’t been taken from me. The pain was raw and real.

But my give-a-damn seemed to be broken. It was replaced with a lusty desire to fuck. To fuck Bastian, to fuck Pasha, to fuck Marco and anything else that moved.

Bastian was still looking down at me, bewildered, touching the tender grooves on his scratched cheek, when I grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face into my pussy. With one hand I held him in place while with the other I viciously attacked my waistband, pulling it down one leg and shimmying it off the other.

I slapped the top of his head hard and he groaned with complaint. His response was biting down on my pussy. He actually bit down just above the clit and his bottom teeth slid up, taking my clit between his teeth where he sucked me hard and wiggled his tongue around.

“Fuuuuuck!” I yelled.

The necklace was set to some high frequency that kept me coming. Wave after wave of orgasm and all of it in his mouth. He didn’t hold back either. He tongued my pussy so fucking good I thought I might die. I honestly thought it might be some strange murder process in which your owner kills you by orgasm. Death by pussy eating couldn’t be the worst way to go.

“I hate you!” I yelled at him. “I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!”

His response was one long lick from my asshole all the way up into my lips where he ice-cream scooped at my clit.

“Ohhh God!” I cried, tears running down my eyes again.

He didn’t fuck me. I didn’t need him to. I’d come enough to last three weeks for any normal person and for a sex addict like me, it was enough to last the day.

He took me home and as we drove back to our house, I felt the neighbors’ eyes watching me. In a community that small, news of an escapee would travel around quickly. Everyone would know. I would be THAT girl who didn’t appreciate Erotic Mayberry enough. Bastian seemed to read my mind.

“You’re not the first person to try and run away from here,” he said. “And you won’t be the last. I told you. This place takes some getting used to, but I promise you this, even if you did make it out that gate, you’d be back here begging the gate guard to let you back in before week’s end. The world outside isn’t like this one. It’s hard to remember that from here but if you left, you’d recognize it and you’d want to come back.”

“I don’t know about that,” I said.

“Fine,” he replied. “Let me show you something.”

He drove past our house and right out the gate, passing the guard a wave, as he headed down the desert street that led only to and from Erotic Mayberry. I sat anxiously in the passenger seat, my panties soaked, wishing I could go home and take a shower.

“You saw me fucking Suzanne,” he said.

Wow. That was unexpected. Talk about facing the elephant in the room. In the car.

“I did,” I admitted. “It was on TV. Which is the most humiliating part. I was at a fucked up Tupperware party and the host thought it would be fun to get me involved and her way of doing that was to show me and the rest of the party how my boyfriend looked fucking another woman.”

“Boyfriend,” he repeated.

“Yes,” I said, “Fuck this owner and pet bullshit. I love you, Bastian. This isn’t a game to me.”

“Did I look like I was enjoying myself when you saw me fucking Suzanne?” he asked.

“Yes, you sure did.”

“I was,” he admitted.

Fuck, his brutal honesty is way too fucking brutal.