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"He locked you in?"
"How..." She hesitates. "How do you know about that?"
"You think you're the first one he's done this to?" I laugh bitterly. "There was a girl there before you, don't forget. I've seen him do the same, if not worse, to her."
There's no response, and I unzip my pants, bringing out my cock which hardens visibly to the sound of Pandora's breathing on the other line. I picture her in front of me, on her knees the way she should be. Her mouth would be wrapped around my tip, those innocent yet feisty eyes locked on mine, her throat swallowing inch after inch of my swollen cock.
"You're going to make me come now," I inform her coolly.
She scoffs, but I don't let her say a word.
"Do I need to fucking remind you of your promise?" I grind out. "Do you want me to tell your father you've denied me? That you said no to your fucking fiancé?"
"I'm going to end this right here, right now," she says. "You may think you owe me but-"
"Shut the fuck up."
My words shock her into actually doing it, and I squeeze my pointer finger and thumb around the tip of my cock, making pain shoot up my shaft.
"Stop fighting this," I demand. "Or do you want me to make things worse for you? I'm not kidding, Pandora. I have the power to turn you into the punching bag of every Firstborn in this town. You think Lai was rough? Wait until you feel Julian. Wait until Caspian takes his frustrations out on you. Just fucking wait. We can make this so much worse for you."
She remains stubbornly quiet, but I can still hear her breathing on the other end of the phone.
"Now, are you going to do as I say?" I grit out.
Knowing I’ll regret it later, I press a button on my phone that will silently record our call.
There's a long pause, but then, there's a light at the end of the tunnel, as she softly bends her will to mine.
"Yes."
I could torture her further, demand she tell me whether she's doing this because she doesn't have a choice, or because her own pussy is dripping down her legs, eager for some attention.
"What are you wearing?" I ask her, touching the drop of precum decorating the tip of my cock and smearing it over the girth.
"None of your-"
"Fucking tell me!" I roar, and she shuts up, knowing better than to argue with me.
"A dress," she finally whispers. "A blue dress."
"And underneath?"
She takes a deep breath before muttering what turns out to be music to my ears.
"Nothing."
"Pull your dress up."
I listen to the rustling of her fabric, my dick tightening even more as I hear her fulfilling my orders.
"Good girl."
She inhales sharply at the sound of those words, and I smirk to myself. No matter how hard they fight me, they all respond to that so readily. Magic fucking words.
"Have you ever played with yourself before?" I ask in a low growl
"N-No," she grinds out, anger dripping from her words.
