LOVE IN THE LAP OF GOLD

My only mistake was replying; I shouldn't have yelled back at Paul, but I was tired and burned out from work.

His eyes widen at my sudden outburst. He stood up from the chair and walked towards me.

It was like a predator walking towards his prey; his eyes were deadly, and I shuddered in fear.

"What this you just do?" He asked in a menacing tone.

"I...I am," I stated but I was abruptly cut off when Paul yanked my hair and threw me across the room.

I crashed into the table, and it broke, tearing my skin as I fell. Paul noticed this and came to his senses.

I screamed out in pain and tried to stop the blood. It wasn't a deep cut but it was bleeding.

"Oh, Lisa. I'm sorry. I'm very sorry. I don't know what came over me." He apologized.

I glared at him, trying to hold back the tears that were forming in my eyes.

"You know I love you and I wouldn't do anything to hurt you, right?" He asked, stroking my hair.

I didn't respond to him, I ignored him instead. Trying to stop his arm from bleeding.

When he noticed I didn't respond, he pulled my hair, turning my face towards him. I cried out in pain.

"You listen to me when I'm talking to you." He said, pulling harder.

"Please stop hurting me," I whispered

"Then answer me when I'm talking to you." He loosened his grip on my hair and stared at me.

"You know I love you, right?" He asked, and I nodded my head in response.

"You know I would do anything for you, right?" He asked again, stroking my face.

"Yes," I replied, turning my face into his palm. Seeking comfort in his touch.

"Then why do you make me hurt you? Why do you push me so hard till I hurt you?"

"I'm sorry." I apologized

"Are you? Are you really sorry? I don't like hurting you, it brings me so much pain seeing you like this but you won't stop frustrating me. Do you like it when I hurt you?"

"No, I'm sorry," I replied

"You little b**ch, you like it when I hurt you. It turns you on. You're a little w***e, I'll treat you like one." He said that, and he pulled my hair. Dragging me all the way to the sofa.

"Get on your knees," he ordered and I obeyed.

He sat on the sofa and I kneeled in front of him, blood dripping from my arm.

"Remove my belt."

I looked up at him, thinking he was joking. I was hoping he was kidding but there was no sign to confirm that so I unbuckled his belt while maintaining eye contact.

I stared at him, waiting for his next order but instead a slap landed on my face.

"Do I have to tell you everything? Do what you were born to do. S**k me off," he spat out.

I unzipped his pants and pulled it down slowly, ensuring I didn't break eye contact. I didn't want him to slap me again.

He brought out a small package of coke and snorted some.

"Want some?" he asked.

"No, thank you," I replied, forcing a smile.

"You see, I'm so generous. I even offered you c*ke. Am I not kind?"

"Yes, you're the nicest person I know," I said, rubbing my cheek on his cro*ch.

He moaned and grabbed a handful of my hair.

I brought out his member and forced a smile.

"You're so big," I said in a seductive tone, and I stroked him.

His grip on my hair tightened, and it became very painful, I blinked away the tears and continued stroking.

"Do you like it, master?" I asked, remembering to use the title he told me.

"Yes, good girl" he encouraged

"Do you want me to take it in my mouth, master?"

He nodded in response and I licked the tip. He jerked and I smiled.

I took his whole length down my throat and bobbed my head like he had taught me.

"Use your hands too," he grunted out.

I obeyed and added my hands. I massaged him lightly while I twirled my tongue around his tip.

"You're a little..." He started but I cut him off by placing my hands on his b**ls.

I played with for a while, then focused on my attention on his full length.

I removed him from my mouth and smiled. Saliva was dripping from my lips, my cheeks were flushed and hair was messy. It was n*sty, exactly how he liked it.

"Put it back in your mouth, I'm close," he grunted out.

I obeyed and took his full length in. I bobbed my head up and down, my cheeks hollow and my eyes rolled back. I was determined to satisfy him.

He finally came, and I tried to remove him, but he forced my head back down. I pulled back again but this time he slapped me.

He dragged my hair and ripped off my clothes.

"You're a w**ore. Sucking me off was not satisfying enough for you, you want me to ruin your honeypot." He said that and ripped off my underwear.

"Is that what you want, you dirty little thing?" He asked

I nodded my head in response, afraid of what he would do if I said no.

"Good" he replied, and he threw me on the bed.

I shifted to the top of the bed, trying to cover myself with my legs, but that made him laugh.

"You dirty little thing, what are you trying to cover? You do this every time, and I hate it. Face in the pillow and a*s in the air. You know how I like it," he ordered while he switched on the camera.

I did as he said, and my honeypot was bare for him to see, I could feel my juices running down my thigh.

"You're already wet and ready for me, but I'm not ready for you yet. I need to have some more fun. Lay on your back and touch yourself."

"Lay on your back and touch yourself" he repeated.

"Paul, I can't do that." I started but he slapped me.

"You stupid bi*tch, you will do as I say."

"Can I get the stuff first?" I asked, referring to the drug he gives me everytime. I don't know what exactly it is but it gets me really high and ho*ny.

"You addict, you like it huh? You like it when I treat you like the sl*t you are." He said and grabbed my hair, I nodded in response with tears in my eyes.

"You don't know what you do to me when you cry, it makes me so ha*d and ho*ny, my co*k my burst" he said and released my hair.

He opened the cabinet beside me and hands me two pills, I swallow them without water. Waiting for the drugs to kick in, I closed my legs.

"Are you stupid?" He asks as he yanks my legs apart.

He went back to the camera and removed the SD. He inserted a new one and switch it on.

"Start" he ordered and I obeyed.

Feeling the drug's effect, I spread my legs apart, I raised my leg, giving him the full view of my most feminine place.

I was very wet and ready that I felt my juices dripping down my thighs.

"You're wetting the bed, look at the mess you've made on the bed. Are you that much of a wh*re? You have started touching yourself and you're already that wet." He said.

"I'm sorry" I apologized

"This is the last time I would say it. Touch yourself, I'm bored and I want to watch." He said siting on the couch.

I raised one finger to my honey pot and slid it against the lips. That seemed to excite him as his pupils got bigger.

I continued sliding one finger across till I got bored and plunged it inside me. I moaned loudly and continued, increasing the pace.

I added one more finger to bring me the satisfaction I needed. I increased the pace again and my eyes went shut with pleasure.

"No, too fast. Make it slow." He grunted out.

I obeyed and reduced the pace.

The drug was already in full effect and I lost control of my brain. My body was working on it's own.

He handed me a di**o, it was shaped like him. He had it made specially for him.

I collected it and plunged it deep inside me, needing to fill the hunger inside me. I moaned as it filled me up, I opened my legs wider to push it deeper inside me.

I pushed it in and out of myself slowly, the pace was driving me mad. I needed more.

I opened my eyes and saw Paul stroking himself through his pants, he was clearly enjoying himself.

"Look at me." I said to him, gaining courage from the effect of the drug.

"Watch me." I continued. I removed the s*x toy from inside me and I felt it drag out my juices with it. His eyes followed this movement and I smiled.

"This is the best part, don't blink or you'll miss it." I said, not recognizing my voice. It was laced with l*st and something else I couldn't place.

I brought the toy to my mouth and licked off my juices from it. I made sure to maintain eye contact with him.

"Oh you little tease, what am I going to do with you?" He ground out.

"I have some ideas" I said with a wink.

I stood up from the bed really slowly, emphasing my every move. My br*asts were heavy and Full, it was almost painful. I brought my hand to the left one and played with the ni**le.

"Oh, you want me to play with your t*ts. Is that it?" He asked and I nodded.

"Come here" he commanded and his eyes darkened.

I obeyed and went down on my knees, remembering what he said before. I crawled slowly to him, plastering a smile on my face.

When I got to him, guiding me to sit on his lap but then he slapped me and told me to straddle him instead.

He grabbed one of my already hard ni**le and pinched it hard. He twisted and turned it until my eyes shut close and I shuddered.

The skin around it was red and hot, when he noticed this he stroked it with his thumb.

"Mouth" I forced out.

He chuckled and took it into his mouth. He flicked it around with his tongue and sucked on it. Pleasure shot through me and I cried out.

While distracting me with his tongue, he plunged two fingers inside me and drove me to the edge. I came apart on his fingers, he brought it to my mouth and asked me to lick it off.

He carried me to the bed and ripped off his remaining clothes. My breathing became shallow and rough, my most feminine place ready for Paul to destroy it.

He stroked himself twice and asked me to lay on my stomach.

"Face in the pillow, *ss in the air" he commanded and I obliged.

I turned on my stomach and pushed out my *ss to face him. My juices were dripping from my thigh.

He spanked me hard and at first I thought it was a mistake but he repeated it in the same spot. Pain shot through my body and I whimpered.

He continued spanking me until the pain became pleasurable and I was moaning loudly.

I was expecting another slap on my b*tt but it didn't come. Instead, he rammed deep inside without warning sending delicious shivers down my spine.

He fisted my hair and pulled as he rammed inside me. Increasing the pace with every thrust, it was painful and rough but I enjoyed it due to the drug.

I pushed myself back meeting his every thrust and I moaned loudly. I felt him grow bigger inside me and that sent me over the edge, I clenched my walls around him making us come at the same time.

He emptied his seed inside me and pushed me off. I wanted to get up to clean myself but I was too weak, I slept off instead.

I woke up to the sound of the shower, I looked beside me and realized that Paul wasn't there anymore.

I stood up and walked to the dressing table, I looked at myself in the mirror and gasped.

My left eye was purple and swollen, my face was rough and I had bruises all over. I touched the cut on my lips and winced.

"Good morning" Paul said as he walked out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped securely round his waist.

I looked at him through the mirror, waiting for him to notice the bruises on my face but he paid no attention.

I sighed and resigned to my fate, I should have gotten used to it by now but everytime it gets worse than the last.

I tried to bend to take an ointment from the drawer but I had a sharp pain in my ribs. I cried out in pain.

I held my side and sat on the bed, trying to stop the pain. Paul didn't seem to notice, instead he continued dressing.

"My side hurts" I told him.

"Drink water" he replied without looking at me

"It's not about that, I think you damaged something last night." I said and immediately regretted it.

He glared at me with the menacing look in his eyes.

"You think I damaged something?" He glowered.

"It was just a stupid thought. That's not possible, I'll go and drink water now" I said, ignoring the sharp pain in my side. It grew worse with every step I took.

I went into the kitchen and fixed myself a sandwich. I ate it hungrily since I didn't last night.

After I was done, I washed the plates. While I was doing that, Paul left, saying had a business meeting.

I finished washing and I went to take my bath, I wanted to scrub my body of all his traces but my body was sore. Every movement hurt.

My shower was cut short when the sharp pain in my side returned, I made up my mind to see a doctor.

I got dressed and I went to the closet hospital to me. I was asked to wait for a few minutes and when the doctor was free, I was allowed in.

"What happened to your face, ma'am?" The doctor asked, she was a female in her late forties.

"I was robbed" I lied, ashamed to tell her the truth.

"And have you complained to the police?"

"Yes, they directed me here for treatments. They're working on the case."

"Oh okay, we'll be doing some tests if that's okay by you." She said.

I panicked, this was a bad idea. I hate hospitals so why did I come here. She noticed the fear on my face and she smiled.

"There's nothing to be afraid of, it's not something scary. Just simple tests to know your wounds and how deep they are." She explained.

"Okay" I swallowed

"We don't have to start now, just tell me whenever you're ready. When did the incident happen?"

"Last night" I replied truthfully, at least my whole response to her since isn't a complete lie.

"Oh, then we have to carry out the test immediately. Stalling can be dangerous " she said with a sense of urgency.

"Alright" I agreed.

"Follow me please." She said, rising you from her seat.

I stood up quickly and the sharp pain doubled. I screamed and held my side. I wanted to Walk but I couldn't, it was like the pain had made my leg stiff. I fell back into the chair and passed out.

The next time I woke up, I was on a hospital bed and there was a drip attached to my hand.

I tried to sit up but I couldn't. I resigned to my fate and laid back down.

A nurse came in to check on me and realized I had woken up so she went to call the doctor.

"Hello dear, how are you feeling now?" The doctor asked as she walked in.

"Much worse, my head hurts." I said

"I'm sorry about that, it will soon relieve you." She reassured.

"Thank you"

"We ran some tests on you, Miss Lisa." She addressed me by my name. I wondered where she got it from but then I remembered that I had written my name in the form I was giving when I first got to the hospital.

"I've got good news and bad news, which do you want first?" she said.

"Good news" I replied.

"The good news is that you're pregnant, congratulations Miss Lisa."

"What?" I asked in horror, all the color drained from my face. I couldn't believe my ears. Pregnant? I was on birth control pills.

"You're pregnant miss" she repeated.

"How?"

"I take it that it's not good news for you."

"It is not, it is bad news. Horrible news, nothing can be worse than this." I whined.

"I still have something else to say, brace yourself please."

"Go ahead" I urged.

"You have a broken rib."

"Excuse me?"

"It was probably from the effect of a fall or something else. Are you sure you've reported this to the police?" She asked.

"Yes, they're working on it." I insisted.

"Okay "

"Can I have my phone?" I asked, I needed to call Paul and let him know about the pregnancy.

"Sure, it's beside you. On the table"

I looked beside me and found my phone siting on the table, I grabbed it and dialed Paul's number.

It rang for a long time but there was no response, I tried it multiple times then I finally gave up.

By the time I was done, the doctor had left. Probably to give me some privacy.

I sighed and was about to drop the phone when it rang. It was Paul.

"What is it? You called me five times, I'm busy. Haven't I told you not to call me during working hours again?" He asked over the Phone.

"I'm sorry but this is an emergency " I said.

"What is so important that it can not wait till I get home?" He questioned.

"I'm in the hospital" I said.

"So? Is that all?" He asked coldly

"It's pretty serious, I...." I was cut off by the sound of the beep. He had ended the phone call.