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“I don’t feel right,” she says slowly, with her eyes closed. One of her hands comes up to rub her cheek. “I feel funny.”
“Yeah, that’s the roofies kicking in.”
“The what?” she asks with her eyes closed.
“The drugs Tyler put in your drink,” I explain. “You only took a few sips, so you should still remember most of this in the morning. At least I hope so.”
A shudder runs through her body. Her arms drop to her sides, her chest rising and falling in quick succession while I stalk over to where she is lying.
I get to the edge of the bed and a warm feeling spreads through my chest, reminding me that I took an edible on the way over here. One that’s starting to kick in now. Smiling, I let the warmth of the weed engulf me. This is going to be fun.
Kicking off my shoes, I climb onto the king-sized bed to kneel next to her. She doesn’t even try to scoot away. Not when my knees make contact with her legs, and not when I lift each of her feet to slip her heels off. Her eyes remain closed and for a moment, I think she is completely passed out.
I should probably care that she is out, but all I want is her naked. Especially now that I’m feeling the effect of the edible.I want to feel her skin on mine even more. I find the zipper on the side of her dress. Pushing her arm away, I unzip her slowly before pulling the dress down her slender body. She isn’t wearing a bra, and her tits spill free. I groan.
Shoving the dress all the way down her legs, I throw it on the ground next to the bed. When I straighten back up, I find her eyes open and looking straight at me. They are a bit unfocused now. Almost like she is looking through me.
“You still with me, bird?”
“Yes,” she whispers so quietly I almost don’t hear it.
“Good, I’d rather have you awake for this.” I hoped to draw out some fear with my threat, but her face stays blank, her emotionless eyes follow my every move.
Dipping my fingers into the waistband of her pink cotton panties, I pull them down her legs until she is completely naked. Fuck, she is a sight. I move between her legs, spreading them wide enough for me to kneel in between.
Then I take in everything before me. My little bird sprawled out naked in front of me. Her pussy spread and on full display, has my mouth watering. Her cunt looks good enough to eat. I’ve never bothered to go down on a girl before, but now I wonder what she would taste like.
I look back up at her face, disappointed by the drugged out expression on her face. I prefer her hate and fear. None of which are present right now. She simply stares at me, waiting for what I’ll be doing next.
“You don’t look scared,” I point out, disappointed.
“I feel…” She starts, trying to find the right words. “Just fuck me already.”
“Well, it’s no fun like this. You are way too into this.”
She rolls her eyes at me. “Trust me, this is not how I want to lose my virginity.”
If she didn’t already have my full attention, she’d have it now. “You’re a virgin?” I don’t know why I didn’t think of this before. I just assumed an eighteen-year-old pretty girl must have had some sex at this point.
She nods, her cheeks redden, like she is embarrassed about the fact.
I’ve fucked a few virgins before and the sex is usually bad, a lot of whining and complaining, but I have to admit, knowing that I’ll be the first to fuck her stirs something in me. For some reason, I like the idea of owning her completely.
“Tell me, little bird, did you suck some dick before or was my cock the first one inside your mouth?”
“You were my first,” she tells me, and my chest swells.
“I think I like being all your firsts, and I think you’ll like having my cock in your pussy.”
At my words, her tongue darts out to moisten her lips. Something unexpected flickers over her eyes. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say it was lust. Could it be? Could my little toy enjoy this, even if it’s just a little? It might be the drugs and alcohol in her system that have warped her mind, but if she really wants my cock right now, who am I to stand in her way?
“Tell me something, little bird. Why did you choose to suck me off instead of giving two hand jobs?” It’s a question I’ve been dying to ask since it happened.
She takes a deep breath, sinking further into the mattress in a relaxed way. “I don’t know… I just didn’t want someone else to touch me. It’s enough that I have to handle you.”
“So you wouldn’t like it if I invited some friends upstairs to take turns on you?” It’s an empty threat, but she doesn’t know that. As I hoped, fear blooms in her hazy gaze and when she talks next, her bottom lip quivers.
“Please don’t.” Tears well in the corner of her eyes and though I usually like her crying, I decide to ease her drugged up mind.
