Good Girl (Playroom) (18 page)

I make a
mental note to hide the rest of my stash before Auggie searches all of my boxes. What’s on the counter is only the schnapps. I also have mixers and their friends… and barware. Either I’m meant to be a bartender or an alcoholic- it’s up in the air at this moment in time. I’ll chose alcoholic if Auggie doesn’t stop parenting me. I’ll need a drink to deal with his shit.

Underestimating me, Auggie
didn’t figure out that I wouldn’t read the box sets
of Little House on the Prairie, Anne of Green Gables, and the Baby Sitter’s Club.
However, he did look behind the
Harry Potter series
. The fool doesn’t know me as well as he thinks. I’ve read Harry four times over.

“HA! Nice try, Willow,” Auggie
smirks, unrelenting. “We’re going to talk about your alcoholism.”

“Hold up,” I hold my arm out to halt his lecture. “Most of those are from when I was going to parties with Essie. I took a hiatus when she was at cosmetology school, but when she got back things got a little crazy. I won’t
lie. But I’ve behaved since Essie got a job because I didn’t have anyone to drink with. It’s been since before I graduated. I don’t drink alone. The first time I had any of my stash in about five months was last night.”

“Is this the lot of it,” Auggie asks,
knowing damned well it isn’t.

I spend the next twenty minutes dragging the r
est of my loot to the counter…

Auggie sharply whistles
at the dozen bottles and their friends. “You have more booze than a frat house, Monster. Is this all of your shit?” Auggie skeptically asks.

I guiltily trudge over to my pile of boxes and get to digging. I’ve never had anyone but Clover call me
out on anything. I’d just mouth off, get slapped, and be done with it. Auggie won’t put up with my shit. I’m glad I wasn’t born to a father like Auggie.

I find my princess jewelry box and pry the lock open with my fingern
ail. I pull out what will undoubtedly earn me a gigantic punishment. I hide it behind my back and guiltily shuffle over to Auggie. This I do a few times a week. This is what turned me into the zombie Devon called me.

Auggie’s big palm is held out, patiently
waiting. I drop my tin of weed and its buddy, my rainbow swirled bowl, in his hand and back up out of arm’s reach. Auggie stares at what I gave him, sadly shaking his head before he gently places them next to the liquor.

“Is this everything?”
he skeptically asks.

“Yes,” I
honestly answer.

“Are you sure?”
Auggie tries again, not believing me

“Yes,” I nod my head.

“Remind me never to allow you to try hardcore drugs. I don’t want to deal with a meth-head Monster. Where did you get all of this stuff?” Auggie’s disappointed and it sucks. I hate the ache in my heart as Auggie looks at me like he doesn’t know me.

“My parents,” I mumble my family’s greatest shame.

“You’re fucking kidding me, right? Please tell me you’re joking,” he begs.

“No, my parents bought
everything there. I didn’t steal it from them. I asked, and we went to the store, and they bought it. They grow their own weed. That bowl was a gift,” I whisper. I feel like a traitor betraying my family by letting out our dirty secret.

“You’re joking. You have to be. They weren’t like this with Rob.”
Auggie stands back and surveys the countertop of my bad behavior and vices.

“They weren’t seventy with Rob
, and he was probably too much of a wuss to ask,” I defiantly say.

“H
ow did you figure this out?” Auggie bugs out his green eyes in disgusted disbelief.

“Every time I asked for something
, it would magically appear. It’s rather disgusting, actually. It was fun at first. I started asking for bigger things, like borrowing the car at thirteen. Every time they said yes, I would up the ante on the next request. I’ve never heard no from them. I feel bad, but it’s their fault. I was waiting for them to say no when I asked for the pot. Instead, the next day, I found a bowl and a baggie of weed on my bed. I was so pissed off that they did it, that I almost tattled to Clover. I wanted to punish all of them so I smoked it… and the joke was on me because I liked it. I was only thirteen, and I haven’t gone more than two days without a hit.” I tear up at admitting that I may be addicted to pot.

I feel Auggie’s gaze, but I’m too ashamed of myself to look at him. I’m afraid of what I w
ill see reflected in his eyes. “Essie’s friends weren’t my friends. I guess you could say I bought their companionship. Essie’s friends liked me because I brought whatever they lacked for their parties. I’d drink and play games while Essie got shit-faced and fucked around with her classmates. I’ve had no fun since she grew up. I won’t allow this to affect Seth, and he’s the only one I was hanging out with until I started working for you. My friends have always been inappropriate. I guess I should thank you for making Devon hang out with me. He’s the closest person who I could call a friend that wasn’t inappropriate, and we met again in the
Playroom
years after getting wasted at parties. Ya gonna judge me for this shit, Auggie?” I ask in challenge. I glare at the display of my dirty little secrets. I want to smash the bottles and scream, and then take several hits from my bowl to calm my ass down.

“Jesus Christ
,” Auggie curses as he yanks me to his chest. “I thought Clover was doing a better job watching out for you.”

“This all started when Clover was dealing with Sam’s illness and death. I learned pretty damned fast not to request anything when Clover was in the house. My parents would rather indulge us to keep the peace and tranquility than deal with a real issue. I’m not a druggie or an alcoholic. I got that shit because I could
, and yes, I enjoy it. But it’s tainted because I got it for the wrong reasons.”

“You will not drink or take drugs unless I okay it first. Holy Hell, Willow, you need boundarie
s. It’s no wonder you and Rob ended up my damned pets. You’re begging for it. You both take direction so well, too.”

“Only from you,” I admit. If anyone else told me I couldn’t drink or smoke, I’d balk, sulk, and throw a shit-fit. I’d get slapped and do it anyway. For some reason if Au
ggie says it, I know it’s law.

“That’s how I want it to be. Mr. Kline is always right.
If you don’t know the path, think ‘what would Mr. Kline do?’ If you’re still not sure, guess on whether or not you’ll get an ass-kicking. If the answer is yes, then don’t fucking do it,” Auggie warns. 

***

“How sore are you? And don’t lie again.” Auggie asks in the dark quiet of the loft. He’s curled around my back with my head tucked under his chin.

“Just chaffed, I
guess. It burns a bit,” I quietly murmur.

Auggie
reaches over our heads to the shelf built into the headboard. Seconds later my panties are pulled off of me and tossed to the floor. “Prop your leg on my hip,” he huskily purrs.

I pick
my leg up and rest my calf on Auggie’s hip. It’s a stretch even with him spooning me from behind. Auggie is freaking wide. I suck in a sharp breath and uncontrollably shiver as Auggie slowly trails his fingertips down my belly. A gasp spills from my throat when he squirts cold lube between my spread thighs. The sticky liquid slowly slides down my mound to pool in the slit between my nether-lips. The sensation leaves beaded goosebumps in its wake.

A
shocked grunt escapes my parted lips when Auggie impales me with his middle finger and twists it in an intoxicating, circular rhythm. “Does this hurt?” With torturous slowness, Auggie slides his finger in and out of my aching pussy. He ends the slide with a twist of his wrist that has me quivering.

“Nah,” I groan,
drugged with pleasure. “That slippery stuff is amazing.” Auggie snorts at the way my voice sounds- slow and gravelly deep.

“Tell me the second
this becomes uncomfortable,” Auggie commands me. I begin to move with his hand, trying to feel more of him. I arch my neck and moan when he adds a second finger. The sensation changes when he spears me with two fingers and spreads them apart inside of me. He pulls them out while they’re still apart. He closes his fingers and plunges back into my depths. He does this over and over. Each time Auggie widens his fingers farther apart on the exit. I whimper when it starts to hurt and he kisses my neck.

“A little more, Willow.
I won’t do it any wider than this. Just ride it out until it doesn’t hurt.” His voice is lulling and it soothes me. I want to please him so badly that I take the pain.

“Good girl,” Auggie
whispers as he pulls his hand away. I whimper because I was starting to enjoy it- the in and out rhythm was building a sweet pressure in my lower belly and I wanted to relieve it. Auggie hasn’t touched my clit, either, and it’s throbbing with ache. Each pulse screams its need for release.

“We’re not done. Again, tel
l me when it starts to hurt.” Auggie squeezes so much lube on me that I’d bet the bottle is empty. His fingers come back and spread the slipperiness inside of me.

My hips rock to grind on his hand. My clit is screaming to be touched. As if knowing
the directions of my thought, Auggie pulls my hands over my head by anchoring my wrists together.

“No, Monster, all the pleasure you
get tonight will be from me,” Auggie purrs in warning. I whimper when he moves away from my back. The air feels cold in the absence of his hot body pressed along mine.

“Uh,” I grunt when the Beast slides between my thighs. Auggie releases my hands and hooks my leg up as far as it will go.

“Hold your ankle right here,” Auggie order, gently gripping my ankle and squeezing. I wrap my fingers where he wants them. I feel like a contortionist holding my leg above my head. I wedge my calf between my arm and my side because I’m not strong enough to hold the position Auggie put me in.

Auggie
nuzzles my neck with the tip of his nose and moans into my ear. The Beast silkily slides along my spread lips. I jolt when his bulbous head passes my sensitive, engorged clit. “Don’t stop,” I groan when the length of him moves over my clit in a tantalizingly long slide.

“Don’t stop this,” Auggie teases me as he flexes his hips until I cry out his
name. “Does my good girl ache for her Auggie?”

“I ache so bad
ly it’s painful,” I whimper. I’m so close to coming that I think I could cry.

“Do you
want me to keep doing this,” Auggie flexes his hips again, drawing his cock back and forth through my lips and across my clit. The Beast is so firm and wide that all of my flesh gets attention at once. The glorious sensation it too much to withstand without total combustion- I ignite in a flash-burn.

“I’m gonna cum,” I shout
. My nails bite into my ankle and the sharp edge of pain adds to the sweetness of the pleasure. I grit my teeth against the pressure of my release as I succumb to the ecstasy of Auggie’s flesh gliding along mine.

“Or do you want the Beast inside you when you cum?”
Auggie breathes against the shell of my ear. I break out in goosebumps and shiver.

“Oh. My. God.” I almost came just from his words
alone. “Please,” I beg. The Beast pushes inside me until his head is engulfed by my flesh. I whimper when he won’t give me more. “Please,” I beg anew. Auggie gives me what I want. He presses in as far as he did last night and a little more. It painfully stretches me. I whimper from the burn, but I don’t want him to stop.

“Shhh…
” he says to soothe me. “I’m just going to give you a few inches until you can painlessly take more. It will start to feel good in a second after you’ve adjusted. We’ll have to do it like this until you’re ready.” I quiver when Auggie slowly pulls out and pushes back it. My body doesn’t know what to think of the invasion. Every muscle in my body flexes in delight. Pitiful noises spill from my mouth as I beg for more. He pushes in until I whimper in pain and retreats. I savor the prickly pain.

I look down the length of my body and watch as the Beast disappears and reappears. It’s not much
, but the sight of my body swallowing his does wicked things to my nerve-endings.

Auggie doesn’t move his hips, instead he’
s stroking his length and allowing the movement to flow inside of me. I watch in awe as that large, muscular hand strokes the Beast. He picks up speed and I’m hypnotized by the sight. I feel pleasure and pain, and I hear my moans. But I can only focus on Augustus and the pleasure he is getting by using my body and his hand.

Auggie
kisses my throat, nipping my skin with his front teeth. I murmur
harder
when he sucks my neck. His breath warms my skin as he pants and moans. I’ve never felt as fulfilled as I do this moment. My body flushes with pride knowing that I’m pleasuring him to release.

AH!” Auggie
shouts as he pulls his cock from my body, pressing it against my back. One of his hands wraps around my throat, arching my neck so that he can kiss my lips while the other attacks my aching clit.