Page 73 of Monster's Edge
“You’ll have a lot of things that you want,” Ian says. He steps back and pokes a finger into my pussy. I gasp slightly, but I don’t move. It’s strange how he’s touching me now. It feels almost clinical, but I know that he’s into this. If he wasn’t, he wouldn’t be here.
Ian doesn’t do things he doesn’t like.
“Thank you,” I whisper. “It’s nice to know I’ll be taken care of.”
“You will be. You’ll even get an allowance.”
I don’t say anything to that. I know what the allowance is for. It’s so I can go buy things like clothing and do stuff like have my hair styled at a salon. Those are the types of things he’s going to expect from me. I already know about that from my time as a mob boss’ daughter.
My father always wanted me to look a certain way, act a certain way, and believe a certain way. He also had no idea what things cost, so he gave me too much money. I can’t access it right now, but I have a bank account filled with money my father doesn’t know about. That’s because every time I had my hair done, I looked for a cheaper option and pocketed the difference. I never went with really cheap places. I figured my dad would catch onto that, but I’d save twenty or fifty dollars each time I went out.
Over a decade of saving has really added up.
Only, I don’t have my ID cards. I don’t have my debit cards. I assume that Ian will procure my passport from my father in order for us to get married. Either that or he’ll have a fake one made up.
So for now, my money is untouchable, but I know that it’s there. Somewhere. My little secret.
“Spread your legs wider.”
I do as he says. He fingers my pussy a little harder and soon a feel a second finger nudging at my asshole. I clench unintentionally and he slaps my ass.
“Relax.”
It’s hard. My ass remembers the pounding he gave me last time. He fucked me hard and made me cry. It could have been worse, yeah, but it hurt for a long time and I’m only now starting to feel better. Hopefully Ian’s sexual preferences will stay in the same range of crazy that they are now. He’s a freak in the bedroom, but he makes me come.
I have to give him credit for that.
“I’m trying,” I whisper before he can complain that I’m not obeying.
“Try harder.”
I blink, trying not to cry at his words. What does he think I’m doing? Does he think I’m just messing around and trying to piss him off? I’m not. I’mtryingto be good. I’m trying to do what he wants.
Oh, I’m trying.
“Take a deep breath, Rose.” Ian seems to take pity on me because he’s actually giving me some real advice. “You don’t need to stress.”
I breathe in and out. I try to make sure my breaths are, in fact, very deep.
“Good girl,” he murmurs. “That’s my good girl. I knew you could do it.” As he says his, he slides his finger deeper into my asshole and starts to pulse it in and out. Strangely, the feeling is weird but not painful. It’s really not bad.
“Thank you,” I whisper. I’m happy he called me a good girl. I absolutely fucking love it when he does that, and I can feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter as he touches me.
“I’m going to make you come, Rose, and you’re going to thank me again.”
“Yes, Mr. Salucci.”
“You’ll be crying by the time we’re done.”
“Yes, Mr. Salucci.”
I knew he was going to make good on that promise, but I was only a little bit scared.
