Dirty revenge

REVEAN

I'm not entirely sure how long I've been in this room. There are no windows and no natural light.

Mery brings me food, selected from my prescribed diet, and a change of clothes every day. It was she who released me from the handcuffs shortly after Eliot left me. I apologized to her for hitting her with the vase and she accepted them. She told me that she had received a lot of sympathy from Max, so she was pleased.

Other than a few brief conversations with Mery , I have had no interaction with anyone else. I don't know if that has been good or bad, as it has given me a chance to think about the last time I saw Eliot and what he did to my body. I wanted to tell him no, but he didn't give me a choice.... or did he? My body reacted to him in a way I had never experienced before. I cum all over him. I was soaking wet from what he did to me. It shouldn't have happened.

The walls of the room are white and undecorated. There is no furniture other than the bed I am sitting on while reading the vet book Eliot gave me . The mattress is nowhere near as comfortable as the one upstairs, but it is still more luxurious than the one in the trailer.

I get up and go to the small bathroom. It has a sink, toilet and shower. There is no claw-foot tub like the one in the other room. It's probably the kind of room I deserve for agreeing to live with a man I didn't know.

Jeez! Even the four plain walls in this room are better than where I used to live. It's way more than I deserve.

I think I'm going crazy. It's just too much.

I go to the bathroom, wash my hands and return to the bedroom, where I find Eliot standing, leaning nonchalantly against the front door of the room. It's been a week since I've seen him.

"Hi, Revean , how are you?"

"Fine, thanks. I could use another book. I've finished this one," I reply dryly.

"And what are you going to do to get it?". He makes a grimace that churns my guts.

It's the kind of comment my mother gets from her clients. Now she's going to treat me like a prostitute? I don't know if I can take it. I turn my back on her.

"Revean , look at me."

I refuse.

"Revean," Eliot demands, and I know I have no choice. I slowly turn around and place my hands on my hips.

"What?" my voice is dry.

"Tell me the thought that just popped into your head." Eliot pushes open the door and closes it behind him.

"Did you come here just to torture me, or is there another reason for your visit? I would prefer to be left alone. I understand. You hate me and want to punish me because my father killed your mother. I'm well aware of that now. If you're going to rape or kill me, do it. Get on with the revenge. I will never truly be yours, no matter what you insist."

Eliot lets out a loud laugh. It fills the small room. "Killing you and raping you would be too easy. Plus you seem to say yes to anything I want to do with your body." He moves his head in the direction of my pussy. "Have you fully recovered from that orgasm yet? It was pretty intense."

"Fuck you," I reply, raising the middle finger of my right hand for emphasis.

Big mistake.

Before I realize what's happening, I'm lying on my back on the bed and the handcuffs are once again around my wrists and ankles.

How could he do all that before I could protest?

Or am I allowing him to take control because I liked what he did last time?

Yes, I'm going crazy!

"What have I told you about swearing?".

"Fuck you," I reply again, this time raising the middle fingers of both hands as much as the handcuffs will allow me to.

"Don't test me, Revean . You know you'll come out worse off."

Eliot is wearing a suit. I have no way of knowing the time, but Mery has already brought me breakfast and lunch, so I'm guessing it's probably late afternoon, which means he just got home from work. He takes off his tie and folds it carefully before placing it at the end of the bed.

"Now, Revean , I asked you a question, what was going through your head when I asked you what you would do for another book?".

I want to kill him!

But maybe I'll wait until he makes me orgasm again, because my pussy is already buzzing with anticipation.

I'm mad.

He's driven me insane.

"I think you know exactly what happened. I'm not a prostitute. I won't do things to you to get a book. I'd rather stare at the blank ceiling for months. "

Eliot laughs again.

"Do something to me? Revean, can I ask you something? Actually, forget it. I'll ask you something. Have I made you touch me in any way? Who's been experiencing all the pleasure? I know it's not me. My dick thinks it'll never get lucky again. If I touch you between your thighs, will you be wet already?".

Embarrassed, I turn my head away, knowing that if I touched myself, I would find myself wet.

"That doesn't mean I want this," I reply. "Mind and body are two very different things. Surely there are other girls or even your own hand that can give you what you need."

Eliot grabs my chin and turns my head toward him. His grip is firm. I can't pull away.

"I have access to other girls and my hand, but I won't use them. You are not a whore, Revean , you are mine. There is a difference."

I want to protest, but I can't. I know the reality of my situation. I am not a prostitute like my mother. I don't give in to Eliot because I need a dose of drugs. My mother has no interest in sex and does not compromise with her clients. She has a pussy available for them to enter. I wonder what goes through her head when she does that.

My situation is different. I give myself to Eliot because of the way he makes my body feel. However, I must remember that he hates me, otherwise I might lose myself completely to him.

I am not crazy.

I am a fool.

One who craves pleasure with a man who hates me.

"I am yours," I tell him, and I mean it.

A tear falls down my cheek at the reality of my situation. I am his, but he will never truly love me or be mine.

Eliot catches the tear with his finger and, bringing it to his mouth, licks it away.

"You're the one who wanted the monster," he reminds me as he walks away from the bed.

A few seconds later, she returns with a bag she must have brought when I was in the bathroom. She reaches inside and pulls out a pair of scissors.

Butterflies flutter in my stomach.

Nerves or excitement?

"Accept your punishment. And you will be rewarded. That's how you'll earn something from me."

He takes the scissors and cuts down the center of the black T-shirt I'm wearing. Despite the intensity of the situation, a giggle escapes my lips.

"What?" he asks me.

"I'm thinking about all the money you're going to spend, cutting up the T-shirt you bought me."

He leans in close to my ear and whispers softly, "Maybe I shouldn't change it. I always leave you naked at home."

I slam my mouth shut so as not to give him any more ideas.

"Don't worry. Tomorrow I'll have a spare one bought and in your closet. Not that you'll be seeing it anytime soon. I need to make sure you're not going to crash another Ferrari and attack Mery again."

"I won't hurt Mery . But as for the car...I hope it cost you a lot of money to fix it."

Eliot laughs again as he cuts my bra in half, exposing my breasts to him. They're not big, but I've noticed they're a little fuller, as are my thighs and buttocks, since I started my new diet. I like the way the extra weight feels. My ribs don't stick out as much anymore.

"Revean , do you really know what a Ferrari is?". I shrug, wishing I could cover up. I don't like being exposed, even if it means I might orgasm. "The particular car you crashed was worth two point six million dollars." Eliot sets the scissors down and raises an eyebrow, looking at me.

"Shit!" Is the first thing out of my mouth. "And you leave it lying in the driveway. Mery has a key. Oh my God, are you crazy? I mean, surely it should be locked in a secure garage. Why would you risk driving it? It's crazy money."

"I've got two," Eliot replies .

"No, no, no." I no longer care to be topless in front of him, worried about the cost of the car I crashed. "Two point six million dollars for one car. Five point two for both, and I crashed one. You'll never let me out of this room again, and I don't blame you." I shudder at the thought before it occurs to me what he just said to me. "You have two!" I spit out in shock. I can't imagine having that much money, let alone spending it on a car. No, spending it on two of the same model. "Please tell me you have them in different colors."

"Yes, red and yellow. The best colors. The one you crashed will be easily fixed."

"Oh, all right then. Don't worry."

I suddenly gasp as something tight clamps down on my left nipple. It stings at first. And I struggle against the bed trying to get it off. I lift my head and see a silver clamp attached to my nipple.

"Take it off me," I demand. Eliot smiles at me and places another one on my right nipple.

"Take them both off," I demand again.

He ignores me and steps back to admire what he has done to me.

"What are they? They hurt," I complain.

"They did at first. They're nipple clamps."

Eliot's watch buzzes. I've found out earlier that he's connected to his phone.

"I'm afraid I have to take this call. I'll be back in a little while."

"Eliot!" I shout after him as he leaves me alone in the room. "Eliot !"

I'm handcuffed to the bed with clamps on my nipples. They hurt...but kind of not. I relax on the bed. I feel a tingling in the sensitive flesh where the clamps are attached.

How can this man treat me like this?

It's his revenge. It's my punishment.

Why am I desperate for him to come back and punish me some more?