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She shook her head, unable to barely squeak out, "N-n-n-nooooo."
"No coming until I say, you understand?"
She nodded.
"I can't hear you."
"Oh God!" her chest heaved, her nipples so gloriously pebbled, as she strained to obey.
"What do you say, Summer?" I demanded, increasing the pressure on her clit.
"Yes, sir," she screamed, and I smiled, my eyes roaming her body, parting her swollen pussy lips to truly appreciate her.
She was so stunning, writhing and trembling before me.
It was too bad I would never be able to fully appreciate her like my cock was begging me to do.
I couldn't.
She was still too young. Douglass' daughter.
And even though I may have given in to my baser desires, I would never truly give in to what I really wanted.
She was too pure for me, and I didn't deserve her.
I held the vibrator to her for as long as I thought she could take it, circling it, then pulling away, then circling it again until she was a blubbering mess, begging me with her soft, “please, please, please…”
I gradually reduced the speed until it was only a slow buzz, then finally, turned it off.
“Nooo,” she moaned, turning onto her side, crying, "Why, Rook? Why did you stop?”
Standing, I gathered her in my arms, holding her to my chest. "Because, dear bunny, it’s too late for both of us. You're a storm in my soul, tearing down my walls. I'm done asking for your obedience. I'm demanding your surrender. Only I can give you what you need. I will protect you, and save you from them. But only me, is that clear?"
She nodded, leaning her head against me limply, whispering. "Yes, sir."
I smiled, something deep and dark slowly unfolding inside me—knowing that once Summer was free of the Magnolia, I would control her—heart and soul.
CHAPTER 32
Summer
"Such a good, beautiful girl." The shower water was warm and soothing. Lilac and honeydew smelling soap filled the air as Rook moved the loofah over me. Pressing soft kisses against my skin as he washed my hair and body, Rook murmured compliments that made the warmth blossom in my chest.
"You're so beautiful, I can't believe it sometimes."
I whimpered as he ran the loofah through my thighs, arousal pulsing as the ache began once more. I hated him, hated him, hated the way he tortured me. The ache was too much. I needed to come.
"I'm going to protect you. Teach you how to protect yourself."
He gently cleaned in between my fingers and toes, my bottom, every single inch of me.
"I'll do anything you need, my beautiful bunny."
He continued his gentle, caring touch as he pat me dry with a fluffy, warm towel.
When we were done, he bundled me up, still wrapped in the towel, carrying me over to the bed. Then he laid me down, climbing in beside me and covering us both with his comfortable down blanket.
Feeling so safe, cocooned in his embrace, in a way that I hadn't in a long time. Back before my father died, before I'd been shipped off to Crestmont Prep, and before the fateful, terrifying day that had changed my life forever.
