Testing the Submissive(27)

“What did you say to Abby in the elevator on the way up to her apartment?”

Ohhhh…darn. This is going to make me blush like crazy. I did blush. I hadn’t forgotten about the dialogue between Victor and me either, but now I’d have to hear my own words played back at me. Meanwhile, Victor was grinning ear-to-ear.

“I asked her if she like it rough,” he said.

“And what did Abby say in return, Victor?”

“She said…yeah, yeah she like it real rough.”

I was squirming with shame. Fuck, why didn’t I sit in the back seat? Flashes of that evening with Victor ran through my head. How he drove his thick, long cock deep into my pussy from behind, while pulling on my hair. How he tossed me around like a ragdoll, flipping me over and into various positions as if I was a mouse being played with by a cat. The memories made me shudder, but also I felt that predictable tingle.

Lewis’ next question momentarily puzzled me: “Then why didn’t you give it to her rough?”

“Huh??” Victor wasn’t puzzled, he was completely discombobulated. “Oh I did, Mr. Lewis. I did give it to her rough,” he claimed in self defense.

“Funny, that’s not what Abby said.”

Oh my God!! Lewis is setting me up! I don’t think I could have blushed more deeply. All the air seeped out of my lungs. I knew what was happening, and I knew I was in deep shit. Victor’s happy disposition changed to one of embarrassment and downright anger.

“What you mean, Sir?” Victor plainly considered further clarification necessary.

“Don’t get me wrong Victor, she liked it. You know so yourself. You satisfied her,” Lewis was reassuring Victor so as not to completely crush the guy.

“Abby,” he shifted the conversation to me, “how many times did you cum when Victor fucked you?”

“Four times, Sir. I came four times when Mr. Jaukovic fucked me.” To signify respect, I thought it best to use Victor’s last name in that moment.

Victor was partly appeased, but not entirely. This was Lewis’ strategy. He was brilliantly manipulating Victor without the man’s knowledge.

“But you did tell me he wasn’t rough enough, didn’t you Abby?”

I bit my lip. Of course, I had said no such thing. In fact, I had been surprised Victor had used me as roughly as he did. The man didn’t hold back at all, in my view. That said, I was a pawn in this game too. Lewis wanted me to play along, and I was sealing my own fate.

“Y..yes, S..Sir. I did say that.” My head hung in shame as Victor was now pulling into my parking garage.

Victor glared at me, “You say that??”

“Yes, Victor, I mean…Mr. Jaukovic. I’m sorry, but yes I did say that.”

Victor re-addressed Lewis, “I go any rougher, I be leaving bruises all up and down her!”

Lewis was evil in his response, “Victor my friend, that’s the whole idea.”

The call ended just as we were about to turn-off the car. Lewis offered my services for the next two hours, and Victor jumped on the opportunity without hesitation. He didn’t say a word after that. Complete silence as we walked to the elevator. I knew this was going to be bad when Victor was walking ahead of me, not alongside me. I had to walk quickly to keep up. Any respect he had for me was temporarily gone for now. Not a word while we waited for the elevator. He barely looked at me, but when he did I lowered my eyes. The elevator took forever to arrive! Or, perhaps it seemed like it took forever under the circumstances. Finally when we heard the ding and the doors open, we could step inside. It was empty. No one was there.

He waited a few seconds to see if it would stop at the lobby to pick up more residents. When it didn’t he pounced on me. The first thing he did was take my arm and bring it behind me, twisting it more than half-way up my back. The pain in my upper arm and wrist was instantaneous and excruciating. I worried he might actually sprain it, but of course he wouldn’t. He was a pro. They were all pros. I was a submissive among a group of very experienced dominants, and this kind of pain was the price of entry. I stood on my toes in an attempt to alleviate the agony. Victor pushed further up. I stood on my tippy toes. He adjusted again. I was hurting so much that I had to remind myself to breathe.

Then he pulled his knee back and slammed it into my outer thigh. Arrrrrgggggghhhhh!

That would leave a bruise. One about the size of a softball. Not only that, it caused my one leg to collapse, which put even more strain on my poor arm. This wasn’t going to be pretty.

Victor growled into my ear, “Is this what you want, bitch?”

What could I say? I wanted to say: no Victor, this is NOT what I want. What you did last time was MORE than rough enough. I don’t want this. Do I want you to fuck me, YES! But do I want you to be rougher than before, NO!! But I did not say any of that. It’s not what Lewis would have wanted. The game we were playing didn’t go like that.