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"He seems pretty cool, Ry. I don't know why you don't like him." Brock starts nibbling on my neck.
"He ruined my relationship with the guy I love, Brock. I can't forgive him for that!" I realize my mistake instantly as Brock freezes.
"Don't you mean the guy you used to love? You can't possibly still love him, Ry!" His grip tightens a little.
"Yes, that's what I meant, of course." I appease him. I don't like when he gets mad at me because he withholds sex from me, and right now, it's the only thing keeping me sane.
Brock grabs his phone and calls a number. Putting it on speaker phone, he presses into me as we wait for the other person to answer. I moan just as they pick up. A familiar chuckle comes over the speaker, and I cover my mouth with my hand as I glare at Brock.
"Mr. Huntley, I wanted to call and let you know that Ryan will be staying with me tonight if that's okay." Brock winks at me in amusement.
"Well, seeing that it sounds like you're taking good care of our girl, I'll allow it. Make sure she's home early, though. It's Christmas Eve morning, and my wife has a big breakfast planned since we will have a special guest joining us."
"Will do, Sir." Brock grins wickedly.
"Goodnight, pretty girl. Don't stay up too late. Oh, and Brock, you're more than welcome to come for breakfast. In fact, I insist," Bain snickers as he hangs up.
"You are an asshole! Do you know that?" I glare at him and try pushing him off me.
"Not an asshole, but I like getting what I want, and like I said. Bain likes me." Brock holds me down and thrusts deeply.
"Do you not find any of that strange?" I continue the conversation as if he isn't trying to fuck my brains out.
"What are you talking about, Ryan?" His mouth comes down and bites my nipple hard, making me cry out. "That's what I like to hear," he chuckles.
"Fuck, Brock!" I can't rub them because he's now holding my wrists above my head.
"What the fuck are you going to do, Ry? You won't safe word because you love it when I hurt you." He proves his point by biting my other one and getting a moan out of me this time. "See? My little whore is a masochistic pain slut."
"Brock, I'm serious," I pant. "You don't find anything wrong with him getting a kick out of you fucking me while on the phone with him? He was amused that you were using me like this…uh…God," I moan, as he bites my neck next.
I always leave here with marks and bruises. He makes sure to leave them where they can be seen. I've tried… I've really tried to call things off with Brock, but I always end up on his doorstep when things get to be too much. Only about a week ago, I resigned myself to being precisely what he says I am. A masochistic pain slut. I love how he makes my body feel when he hurts me. It almost feels like the X did whenever I took it in the past.
"I think you are overthinking it, Ryan. He knows you are an adult, and all guys think it's funny when another guy rails a girl while talking on the phone with them."
His words break through the fog in my head, and I gawk at him. "I'm his stepdaughter, Brock! He shouldn't be acting like I'm just one of his old submissives."
Brock shrugs. "You're thinking too much again, Ry. I'm tired of hearing you bitch about it. How about you shut that cock sucking hole of yours before I put it to better use."
I glare up at him, but how his hips move has my anger melting away. Instead, I cock my brow and smirk. "Promises, promises…"
"Oh yeah?"
Brock pulls out of me and climbs up my body. Still holding my wrists together, he slaps my cheek. "Open that fucking mouth for me!"
He slaps my cheek again when I don't obey right away. After the fourth slap, and the stinging on my face sends tingles to my core, I open my mouth. Brock spits in it before thrusting his length in, not stopping until his balls slap my chin. I struggle as I choke, but he enjoys it when I do.
"I always follow through, Ryan…remember that."
I've tossed and turned over the conversation with Bain all night. It still bothers me, but Brock finds nothing wrong with it. Maybe that's because I'm finding out that Brock is just as fucked up as Bain is.How did I get myself into this mess? I've gotten so deep into it that I'm unsure if I can even get out of it. I don't have Beau like I did with the drugs. If I did, I wouldn't be in the predicament I'm in now. If only I had the strength to say no from the beginning.
An arm and thigh drape over me. "Stay still, for fuck's sake," Brock groans. "Some of us are trying to sleep.
I scoff, "You're the one that wanted me to stay. Let me up, and I'll sleep on the couch."
"No fucking way, you're staying right here with me. I want that cunt of yours close in case I want it." He grins wickedly without opening his eyes.
"Oh my, don't you know how to be romantic…"
