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her hips moved up in reaction to her orgasm.
    “That’s three,” I said and raised my eyebrow. “Are we going for four?” She shot me a challenging look, so I took that as a yes. I undid the belt holding the toy inside of her and removed it from between her legs. I took the nipple clamps off one by one, making sure to bathe them with my mouth right away. I heard her moaning. “Bettina, did you take something before I got home?” She started mumbling. The girl was horny, and I had a feeling she could have ten more orgasms. That was not normal. As hard as she was climaxing, after little effort, four was not normal either.
    “I can’t hear you, Bettina. Did you take ecstasy before I came home?” I watched her eyes flutter and knew the answer was yes. I began moving the dildo in and out with forceful thrusts, twisting and shoving it into her pussy. I knew she really wanted me deep inside her, but this was about my control and as much as my cock wanted to be buried inside her, I was ultimately the one making the decisions. I lowered my face and ran my tongue over the tip of her clit, and then took the whole nub into my mouth and sucked while I worked the dildo in and out aggressively. She screamed again and I pulled back to watch her headthrashing on the pillow. I didn’t ease up on the large toy until her body stopped quivering.
    Bettina’s body was nestled in soaked sheets filled with sweat and come. She was completely passed out. “That was four,” I said as I undid the rest of the belts and shoved them under the bed. I threw a blanket on her, undid the panties from her mouth, and left the room.

Chapter Two

    I strolled down the quiet hall to my safe haven. I opened the door to my bedroom where my colossal size bed greeted me; it was large and completely dominated the entire room. The blue and green checked quilt, that my grandmother made me, lay on top, a little piece of home. The oak dresser took up the wall to my right, with my bathroom and closet to my left. Nothing hung on the walls, no memories worth decorating it with. At the foot of the bed, Bo’s gigantic bed lay; I ran my fingers over his short fur as he curled up and sighed. I closed the door and locked it. Then I crawled under my soft dark cotton sheets and fell asleep. I woke up on my own. Sleeping was not something I enjoyed like most people. It was not the sleeping part I didn’t enjoy; it was mainly the waking up part. It felt like I ripped a Band-Aid off every frickin’ time I got out of bed. I had no idea what that meant; it was the only way I could explain it. I dragged my feet into the kitchen. It was 8:30 at night and I was getting ready to go out. I ate some leftover spaghetti my sister gave me at work on Friday. I took my time before heading in to wake up Bettina. I started the shower and walked over to the bed.
    “Get up, Bettina; get in the shower.” She tossed and turned as I walked over to the bed and lifted her up. “Get the fuck up. We are leaving in twenty minutes. I will take you like this if I have to.” She batted her eyes awake and shuffled slowly to the shower. Her movements were stiff. I patted myself on the back; Bettina was never one to limp. She always hid the pain. I laughed wickedly as I saw her take two smallsteps and take a deep breath in. I left and took Bo out for a walk while she got ready. I came back exactly twenty minutes later.
    I peeked into the bathroom as she was blowing her hair dry. She turned her attention to me and snarled. It made my hand twitch and I had to fight my instinct to throw her over my knee for the defiant sound.
    “Bettina, you told me no more drugs. I will
not
tolerate you using. This is my last warning.” She glared at me and moved her lips to say something, but bit her tongue instead. I disappeared into the closet, grabbed a skimpy green dress, and returned to her side.
    “Get dressed; let’s go.” Bettina knew her role in this arrangement. I could find another Bettina in a