More come shoots from the tip of his dick, but I can’t feel the thrill of it. I can’t feel anything at all.
I’m just staring at him, my expression blank as he moans and shakes before me, totally and completely submitting to the device clinging to him.
And all the while, he insults me. You would think it would drive me, that eventhiskind of fight would get my blood pumping, but no. My cock softens against my thigh, my heart sinking even lower in my chest as I watch the scene before me.
Then, because he’s making me sad again, I hit the button one last time, taking it to the highest setting.
If I thought for a moment that I could get him back, that I could avenge myself for the cage, I was wrong. I can’t win at all, not with his words affecting me like this.
“You’re beingverymean. Don’t say things you don’t mean,” I chastise softly, trying my best to keep my joking, evil edge.
“Oh, but I do mean them,” Nate sneers, his hands now tracing the sleeve as if he wants to rip it off but can’t bring himself to do it. “I mean every fucking word.”
“No, you don’t,” I insist, tucking myself away as I stand. “You’re just worked up.”
I’m desperate for him to agree. To say he doesn’t think I’m all of those horrible things. That, after all of the times he’s touchedme, he’s felt who I truly am. That he understands me andseesme.
Just as I felt he did before.
Nate spasms roughly, his eyes rolling back as he groans low in his throat behind clenched teeth and falls back against the chair.
I think he’s just experienced a dry orgasm.
Once his eyes open again, the vein in his throat pulsing as he takes more of those vibrations, he grits out, “Iamworked up. And want to know what is driving me so insane? It’s not these,ugh,vibrations. It’s how much I can’tstandyou.”
Spit is flying from his mouth as he speaks, and I’ve never seen a man resemble a rabid animal so closely before, not until now.
As I stand stock still before him, he continues, adding, “You piss me off so bad. I want to strangle you. I want to kick your ass! I fuckinghateyou, Landon. I—”
“Jesus fuck, Nathaniel!” I scream, marching over to him and ripping the cock sleeve from his shaft. He groans, slumping in exhaustion. “You could have slapped the chair! Hell, you could have ripped this thing off!”
“No, I—”
“No, nothing,” I snap. “I didn’t coerce you; I didn’tforceyou. I told you to take it and tell me if you couldn’t.Youchose to take it. You chose to sit here like this, making me feel…feel…”
I tremble, staring down at his empty eyes.
I feel horrible; that’s what this is. I feel rejected and full of that dark, murky liquid that always attempts to drown me.
“Landon,” Nate starts slowly, sitting up in the chair as he eyes me.
“No. We’re done here. I shouldn’t have come.” Throwing the cock sleeve onto the ground, I turn back to my bag and zip it closed, desperate to be out of his sight. Out of this fucking house.
“And where will you go?” he pushes, sounding tired and exasperated.
“Anywhere but here,” I snap back. “I’d rather shack up with Julian and Atlas while they fuck than be here, letting you make me feel…”
But I can’t say it. I can’t admit to him what effect he has on me. That would be surrender in the purest form, and I’m simply not ready for that.
“Feel what?” Nate asks.
“I don’t owe you an answer!” I screech, gripping the handle of my carry-on as I head toward the bedroom door. “I don’t owe youanything. Fucking prick.”
As I reach for the door handle, his strong hand wraps around my bicep. And for a long moment, I struggle against him, dropping my bag as I try to get out of his reach.
“Let fucking go of me!” I scream, but Nate just wraps his big arms around my chest and keeps my back firmly pressed to his heaving chest as I squirm.
“Landon,” he whispers, soft and reverent. “Calm down.”
