“Trust me, the feeling’s mutual,” I rasp out.
Her head tilts up and to the side, an eye twitching when she retorts.
“You love my dick?”
“I-I...” I start, when her adorably scrunched nose and the playful curve of her mouth mock me further. “I’m never gonna find one quite like you, am I? Unless I start going out with former inmates or comb through psych wards. Maybe then I stand a chance.”
That wicked look she gives me makes me wanna break every bone in my body, to get out of my restraints and have her in my arms.
“They would’ve been stupid enough to get caught. I’m not.”
My demon sneaks into the walk-in closet behind me, only to return with a black backpack. She holds it up demonstratively, then reaches in and pulls out the pink vibrator—the same one I used on her the night of the party. Setting the bag on the ground, she locks her eyes on mine.
“Do you have any ideas on what I’m about to do next, baby?”
I bob my head and my smile turns into a full-blown grin.
Summer shakes hers, smirking, and my grin falls faster than a tropical rain. A bit of panic creeps in, but it’s nothing compared to the outright insanity that overtakes when she slaps my butt cheek and waggles her eyebrows.
I’m already sweating in panic when she saunters to my back.
“No! Don’t you fuckin’ dare!”
I struggle.
She giggles.
“Fuck!”
“It’s going to hurt less if you relax.” She smacks my ass once more, the sound echoing in the room, making the shreds of my sanity evaporate, while the sliced tongue of fear licks my balls.
My attempt at pulling forward is met with the belt tightening on my neck, choking me, forcing me to retreat. I think I’m about ready to call my friends for help or beg her to stop.
“No! No! No!Fuck, no!” Her palm lands on my butt cheek, and I’m one heartbeat away from a cardiac arrest. “Summer!No!”I thrash, and she bursts out into hysterical laughter.
She shows up from behind me, tears threatening to breach her lash line.
“Chill the fuck out! I’m not gonna deflower you.”
My pulse is through the roof, and it takes me seconds to stop struggling and cool off when she rounds to face me again.
“But I gotcha, didn’t I?”
I growl, baring my teeth like I mean to bite. I have so many things in mind to say, but given a moment ago I was ready to beg not to get ass-fucked, it would be wise to keep the comments to myself.
“I definitely got you. Did you really think I’d do this to you, honey?”
Summer leans in, one arm snaking around my neck, fingers threading through my hair, as she presses a kiss to my cheek. Her sweet scent makes me close my eyes, forcing my muscles to relax. When the trail of soft kisses inches toward my lips, the fool inside me is on his knees for her. That last one catches the corner of my mouth, making everything inside me jump in excitement, waiting for her to finally give me what I crave.
She pulls away so she can look at me, one hand caressing my nape, the other still roaming in my hair, her focus pinned on my lips for a long while. It seems she wants to kiss me, and it’s a matter of time before she does.
“Are you angry?”
I can see it now. How much she likes me. My delusional brain doesn’t need to invent stories or rearrange the events to fit my narrative. Summer’s worried she might’ve gone too far, and that’s as good as a confession of her attraction to me.
Now I’ll use that. See how deep my charm has grown roots inside her.
“I am,” I growl, and her gaze shifts to the side.
