Amissis Imperium

Lawless Domum

My recovery in the medical ward wasn't long -- it was two days, and once the doctor had cleared me, much to my own misery, I was returned to Evan...

Always attached to his side. 

Today I was dressed in a short golden dress that barely touched my upper thighs in length. It was more so the length of a long T-shirt than a dress, and I wished that I had at least been allowed to wear tights underneath this 'dress' for some attempt at modesty. 

I was draped over Evan's lap, the dress riding up to expose everything...since I didn't have any undergarments on. 

Evan wouldn't let me wear those. 

My hands were interlocked behind his neck, as he had ordered my to place them there so I wouldn't fall off at the beginning.

Or maybe it was to keep them out of the way.

Hands on the table.

I remembered back in high school when that would be my first order before he touched me without my consent:

Hands. On. The table.

One of Evan's hands was placed on the mouse, clicking various screens quickly. The other hand was moving up and down my slit in a furious motion. I bit my bottom lip to prevent myself from moaning, but I had already ridden out at least one orgasm before he quickly went to work on another one. 

Tears were streaming out of my eyes and my head dug into his chest.

My entire body was shaking.

I wanted it to stop.

I breathed out only to shakily breathe back in. It almost turned into a moan...I somehow managed to hold it back. His fingers began to slow down, and I released another shaky breath. I didn't want to be here – I didn't want this to happen to me.

I put up a small act of resistance when he initially ordered me in such a compromised position on his lap, but received a shock for my rebellion.

I just want it all to stop.

"P-Plee-!" I began to say but my entire body convulsed – and it wasn't because he shocked me that time. I bit harshly on my lip and brought my body closer to Evan. I dug my nails into my forearms harshly while I refrained from making any more noise as I rode out my orgasm.

An orgasm that I didn't want.

"That's three," Evan spoke for the first time in twenty minutes. I didn't want to look up at him. My body was betraying me – it always betrayed me against Evan's touches. It disgusted me that he was counting them...that he was keeping a score of how many I had so far. "Let's go for four..." He brought his head to rest on top of mine.

A pang of fear hit my heart instantly as it skipped a couple of beats in less than a second.

"No!" I yelled, not wanting to keep being used like this. 

I raised my head up while he tilted his head to the side to look down at me. 

"No – please-!" I went to release my arms from around his neck. I didn't want to keep doing this – I didn't want him to keep overstimulating me like this. 

I was already so tired and...

So wet.

I felt so dirty.

Evan's eyes narrowed and I quickly closed my trembling mouth. I waited in anxious anticipation on what he was going to say to me:

"I can make you go as many as I want you to go," he lectured.