I knew I was in trouble already as I walked through the parking lot, making my way to the lobby the all too familiar sound of my phone telling me I had a text, made me tingle and goose bumps crossed my skin. I pulled my phone out already sure that it was him.
You're taken way to long….. You know what that means!
I sighed as I typed back; I knew all too well what that meant more punishment, more trouble.
I'm sorry I just got here. I will be there in just a second.
I nodded at the man in the lobby behind the desk as I jumped onto the elevator quickly pressing the button for the eighth floor. I cursed as the elevator slowly made its way upwards why the hell did he have to get a room on the damn eighth floor? Just so I could be even later and he can play some deranged game with me. I knew he enjoyed that way too much and if I was smarter I would have stayed away, but I let my guard down and I fell for him and I fooled myself into thinking he had fallen for me too. The more he beat me the worse he treated me; I saw it all the more as affection in my fucked up head love was supposed to hurt. As the elevator stopped and the doors opened I exited quickly looking for room 808, of course for some reason it had to be at the end of the hall. I stood there in front of the door taking a long harsh breath before I made a fist with my shaky hand and knocked on the door. I stood there a few moments before I even heard the slightest noise come from the other side of the door. I had a feeling that he didn't run to the door to answer quickly on purpose he did so I had more time to think. So I would have more time to wonder what tonight would bring. Finally the door swung open and I was met by his intense brown eyes, they sent a cold chill through my body and I couldn't help but cringe as I looked down at the floor.
"Get the fuck in here; the more I have to talk to you the worse it is." He reminds me as if I need to be reminded. I keep my head down and walk into the room, it's dimly lit and I smell beer and cigarette smoke. Which makes me wonder what has been going on there since he doesn't smoke. I make my way to the corner of the room standing in front of the hideous stripped chair in the corner trying to remove my clothes as quickly as I can. I really don't want to make him wait any longer than necessary I could tell by the harsh look he wore on his face that I was already in for it. I took my coat off and threw it on the chair as I tried to kick my boots off. My t shirt was off and in the chair before I had my first book completely off. I could feel his eyes watching me as I undid my belt and unbuttoned my jeans. As I worked on kicking my second boot off I wiggled pulling my jeans down my legs before kicking them and my black boot off onto the floor. Next I pulled my boxers down and kicked them off watching them land over by my jeans.
"Turn the fuck around" He commanded before I even had the chance to do it without being told. I turned as I kept my eyes focused on the floor, holding my hands together in front of me. I could feel him look at me with those cold, emotionless brown eyes. "What the fuck do you think you're trying to hide?" He snarled I could practically hear him emit a growl from deep inside his throat. "Hands at your side" I did as I was told without even looking up at him I kept my head down and moved my hands to my sides, as I rested them on my hips willing them to stop shaking. "Fucking look at me you scared little bitch" I hesitantly raised my head looking upwards but not at him I looked forward trying to look paste him, I hated when his face looked rigid and angry. I was quickly reminded of how I was told to look at him as a sharp stinging feeling crossed my cheek from where his hand connected "Look at me, I said." I forced myself to make eye contact with him as I let out a shaky breath. My chest felt tight and I fought to steady myself even more as my eyes went wide with fear. I knew I was in for it he was so irritated tonight he was gnashing his teeth as he stared at me. I shivered as an evil grin crossed his face, I only saw him this way once before and I had endured a beating that left me healing for weeks.
My mind went blank of any rational thought and was taken over by the fear of knowing what he could do to me. He moved closer to me making me jump as he held my chin staring deep into my eyes, "You look like such a pretty little slut when you're naked and frightened." He bite his bottom lip for a moment before releasing it and letting the same evil smile take over his features again. "My dirty little whore, you're so excited already." He growled out as I continued to look at him as I shook my head timidly.
"That's right tell me how excited you are." He demanded as he grabbed my upper arm digging his dull nails into my skin.
"I am very excited, I am always excited when I am around you" I answered, trying to sound sincere. He reached down between us pinching the tip of my hardening cock between his thumb and his index and middle finger, forcing me to inhale a sharp breath through gritted teeth.
"I guess you are excited my dirty little whore." He laughed as I looked into his seemingly soulless eyes. He slapped my face hard again forcing my head to turn to the side. "Get down and beg me Dean beg me to be nice beg me to show you love." I stood there for a moment before I moved I must have taken to long though because his hand slapped me hard across my face again before I could make it to my knees. Once I was down on the floor I kneeled there staring down at his bare feet.
"Please don't hurt me too bad, please be nice to me." He laughed once again before kicking me in the stomach.
"I said beg you filthy sorry excuse for shit, beg me." He screamed out as I doubled over wrapping my arms around myself. I could hear him unbuckling his belt and I fought to make the words escaped my mouth.
"Please don't hurt me I will do anything, anything at all." It wasn't to his approval though because the belt whipped across my back making contact twice before I had a chance to scream out any more of my plea to him.
"Please Seth Please, Please don't hurt me." He stepped back and I heard the sound of the belt being tossed onto the bed.
"That wasn't good enough Ambrose." I heard him say as I swallowed hard.
I want to go on with this but not unless I know there is interest in it. Dean and Seth kind of switched roles in this story and I will forewarn the readers that this story will only get worse if I do continue. So there you have it let me know if you want more.
