Free The Facility by Charles Arnold Page B

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    “Finish your drink, Mrs. Ryan,” he said, watching her intently.
    Quickly, she drained the glass, hoping the bourbon would dull her senses. He took the glass from her and dropped it on the floor. His arm was around her waist pulling her closer to him. She felt his sweaty hand slide over the satin gown and up to squeeze her bare breast. She was sickened by his easy familiarity, the possessive way he held and touched her. She was even more disturbed by her own compliant acceptance of his claim to her body. Under her, she could feel his stiff cock against her ass. “Did you often make love to your husband, Mrs. Ryan? I mean did you do things to excite him, do things to make him want to fuck you? Did you flaunt yourself in front of him, tease him, kiss him?”
    Thinking of Jeff and his gentle ways brought her to tears. His lovemaking was selfless, tender and sweet. Not once did he demand anything of her. He had always tried to please her first. Abul yanked at her hair, forcing her to look at him. “Yes,” she said, “at times I would do some of those things.”
    “Tonight, I want you to make love to me in the way you made love to him.” Between the thumb and forefinger of his right hand, he toyed with her swollen nipple. Try as she might, she could not stop her body from responding to the stimulation of his hands on her breasts. He knew she was becoming aroused. “If I am satisfied that you are the same with me as you were with him, Narimov will be disappointed. If I am not convinced, well...” He cupped her breasts and lifted them. “A woman’s nipples are very sensitive. I have often seen how easily they cut. I think I would enjoy seeing yours bleed.”
    The thought of the muscular black dwarf whipping her tender breasts, cutting her nipples sent a clutch of terror through her. “I will make love to you,” she said, looking directly at him. Tentatively, she forced herself to touch his face.
    “All night in my bed, just as you made love to your husband?”
    “Yes, all night in your bed. I will make love to you just as I made love to my husband.”
    “And how was that, Mrs. Ryan? How did you make love to your husband?”
    “I...I...our lovemaking was slow...tender. We were...we were very gentle and caring.”
    “But you may have noticed, my spoiled American bitch, I am not a gentle, caring man. You may also have noticed that I think women, especially rich American women like you, need to learn where they belong.” He waited for her response.
    “That’s true, we need to learn,” she tried to block the sight of him from her mind. “You and men like you can teach us. You, Master Abul, are strong and forceful. That is why I have come to you like this tonight, why I have tried to make myself beautiful for you...why I am here. It is your...your commanding presence that makes me tremble...that makes my...my cunt hot and wet.”
    “You would like me to fuck your hot cunt wouldn’t you, Mrs. Ryan? You came here to my bedroom, naked under your gown, hoping I would fuck you. That’s what you were thinking about all afternoon wasn’t it, Mrs. Ryan? You were imagining how my big cock would feel sliding in and out of your cunt?” His thin lips stretched into an evil grin, and his bulging eyes mocked her.
    She hated him in a way she thought she could never hate anyone. Yet, hearing him say the words, ‘I would fuck you’ and, for a moment, believing he might give her what she so desperately needed sent a wave of heat from her hard nipples to her crotch. “Yes, this afternoon that’s all I thought about...your...your... big cock and how much I wanted to feel it deep inside me. I will do anything, anything you wish if only you will...will please fuck me.” She looked down at his heavy prick. It was corrugated with thick, irregular dark purple veins, which bulged and twisted along its horrible length. She reached out and tenderly touched it. “Anything,” she said, “my...my cunt aches. The ointment