Chapter 8: Little Pink Riding Hood

I need to distract myself till I can be alone long enough to process why the fuck I made out with the Bitch. Why the fuck did I do that? Just Why? It doesn’t make any sense!

I went back downstairs for my coat, gloves, and knit cap and noticed the tiny pink vibe sitting there plugged in. I grabbed it and synched it to my phone, before heading back upstairs. I’d played with it (not that way) a bit the night before and new it had several different settings. I could preprogram patterns, set it to respond to sounds played by phone, or just crank it up and down.

I headed back upstairs and the Bitch was still in the bathroom. I knocked on the door and she opened it and I handed it to her, “Put it on and give me your keys.”

“You’re not driving my car.”

“You think you’ll be able to drive with that buzzing on your clit?”

She looked appalled, but handed me her keys and shut the door. I went out to the driveway and got in the car intending to warm it up, only to realize it had a remote start feature.

When I saw the Bitch come out the front door, I tweaked the vibe to max and watched her stumble, before dialing it back to a low buzz.

She got in and looked at me red-faced, “What was that!?”

“Wanted to make sure you were wearing it.”

“Yeah, you beat the shit out of Mark, but do things like that to me.”

I felt my ire rise, “Don’t you dare fucking compare those two things!”

“What’s the difference? I didn’t want to sleep with him and I don’t want to wear this thing.”

“Consent. He didn’t give you a choice, with me you do.”

“Yeah, but if I don’t do what you want you just take off and I never see you again.”

“Yes, you have a choice. You can bow out at any fucking time and lose nothing. I will hurt you. I will fuck with your tiny little brain. I will make you fucking cum in public while you’re confessing your sins to your grandparents, but I will NEVER force you to do anything. You always have a choice.”

“I just lose you if I say, ‘No”

I pulled out and headed towards the airport, “You don’t have me now. You never have and you never will.”

“So, this is pointless? You’re still just going to leave.”

“Nobody has given me a reason not to.” You just bought them more time to fail with that squeezably soft neck.

“But I told you our grandparents never forgot about you.”

“I just have your word for that. I’ll want those letters you said you had by the way. I have your word on that, but I don’t have a good reason to trust you and lets face it, if they really cared they’d have just talked to me instead of sending me a letter.”

“I didn’t make it up. I’ll give them to you when we get back.”

I flipped the slider on my phone and she jumped in her seat, “Are you going to do that all day?”

“No, just till the battery runs down.”

“I guess you’re actually going to fuck me today.”

“I fucked your throat before we left.”

“But you’ve only fucked me once since we agreed to this. Especially with the ‘no birth control’ rule I figured you be pounding me twenty-four-seven.”

“You’re not that special. I’ve had a surprising amount of company. Besides, I agreed to this to get revenge for Heather ... not to knock you up.”

“But you’re still planning on it?”

“We’ll let fate decide ... why aren’t you on the pill anyway?”

“The same reason Daisy and Annie aren’t. We’re all allergic. Annie insisted on the IUD. They tried it out on me, but I had hives everywhere.”

“Interesting.”

“How is that interesting?”

I laughed and kept driving. I flicked the slider back down and she realized I wasn’t going to answer and moved on, “Why did you want to come? When you originally turned me down?”

“Three reasons.”

With a frustrated sigh she asked, “Which are?”

“My reasons.” And I flicked the slider to the midpoint.

“Stop that!”

“No.”

“Then answer my questions.”

I laughed, “Why when frustrating you is fun?”

“Fucking bastard.”

“If you’re a good girl I will fuck you tonight.”

“Really?”

“Yes ... you have a hole I haven’t tried yet.”

She slammed her fist on the dashboard, “Not my ass! My pussy. You’ve had this thing on me and if you keep it up all day, I’ll go fucking insane!”

“Sounds like a plan.”

“Are you just trying to make me quit?”