Prologue
A tear fell from my face as he threw me onto the cold hard surface of the table. Despite the fact that I was under the effect of a paralyzing homemade drug, i was aware of what he was doing to me.
After all I was his pet.
How much he loved to bury his nails into my thighs and tasting my neck hungrily. How much he growled in delight and amazement with sharp gasps while withdrawing his member and returning to penetrate me.
Feeling me...and...make me sense and shiver with each vain.
I couldn't even move due to his starving body.
A low and extensive growl of pleasure succumbed the office that was dipped in bright silver moonlight as he buried his face on my neck. His breathing began to return to normal when he pulled his member out off me making my legs slipping from his satin hands.
I was there. Paralyzed, with my legs spread and tired, looking at the ceiling while listening to him pulling his zipper up and walking to the coffee table, where was his whiskey….before…..before he grabbed me and started this "session".
If it wasn't for the sake of my family...only for them...i would have done something to avoid this.
"I don't care if you'll like it or not. What I care about is my interests." That was how this started. Like I said before I am just a pet.
A miserable pet.
He has plenty of women. Beautiful and well-formed women. A man like him…..who has money, three teen kids one of them has MY age. A man who rules almost the horizon…
Why he looks at me? Why he seeks me even when he just leaves those females? Why he still desires to use me? The only thing I want right now is to disappear and pray that he could never find me…..although…..it is useless. He can find me with only a snap of fingers.
I recently found something interesting that made me feel hope for a short time. He once had other pets. More developed….more mature…..a lot….. different from me. But one thing I didn't understand….Did he left them go free? Is it for a short time?
All those "pets" he calls, had everything they wanted. They were pampered with things that not even the rich people around him could imagine or have. They even had perfect and delicate "pet" names.
But me?
The only thing I received was a huge beating from him for trying to report the sexual-harassment and rape to the police…which ironically he owns.
"Before leaving wash your mouth." He said making me close my eyes and cry mutely.
The night had began with some threats, macabre demonstrations of the power he possesses among society, fondling, blowjob and finally sex on his desk.
His hunger was so great that he used no condoms. That made me feel disgusted while in him caused a strange reaction that I didn't dare to decipher.
He. Makes. The. Rules!
"Rag doll." Yes. That's what he calls me…beautiful and delicate…isn't it? "Go get yourself clean. The driver will take you to the bus stop." He said linking the edge of his cup. "Hurry up." So much anger he possesses. "I have life."
When I passed by him, he grabbed my arm and looked at me with a ghostly grin. "Heh" That tug of his lips…were…a powerful discouraging tug. Then he let me go and turned his back at me while buttoning his white shirt.
In that moment i perfectly understood why he named me rag doll.
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