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“You don’t believe me, do you?”
I believe he thinks so. I believe he wants this almost as badly as me agreeing to let him fuck me. Holding true to his promise, he’s not going toforceme, but he’ll cajole and he’ll threaten and he’ll convince me that doing this is my choice…
He says it’s a reward. Maybe… maybe I can make it so.
“I’ll do it”—as if I really have a choice—“but only if you do something for me.”
His jaw goes tight. His cock bobs, as though reaching for me, but his jaw… he’s not happy.
“I don’t like our relationship being so transactional, angel.”
That’s because Burns seems to think we have a relationship that transcends him keeping me in his basement as his prisoner.
“Would you rather force me?” I ask innocently. It’s a bluff, we both know it, and I’m actually a little surprised when he doesn’t call me on it.
“Never,” he answers.
“Then give me what I want. And I’ll give you what you want.”
“If you want me to let you go—”
I wish. Too bad that that ship has sailed. If I get my freedom, it won’t be because he gave it to me. He tricked me once. I’ll give him that. I should’ve known that it was a trap—but he has to mess up for real some time.
I’ll be waiting.
Until then…
“I want some entertainment.” I can’t have my phone, and though I’ve never been a big fan of social media after what happened to me in Fairview, I doubt he’ll let me have a tablet. “A television,” I decide. “I want a TV.”
“Is that all? I have one upstairs.”
I know. I saw it on my way out. “Let me have it. Or get me one. You promise me that, I’ll give you what you want.” To prove it, I extend a shaky hand and, wrapping my fingers around his cock, I give him a quick stroke.
He shudders. “Deal.”
I keep stroking him. Teasing him. Playing with him. “Deal.”
Leaning down, he squeezes my jaw just enough to force my mouth completely open, as though desperate to stick his dick inside. That’s Burns for you. The moment he gets what he wants, he takes more. I said yes, and he’s not wasting a second. As soon as my lips part, he swivels his hips, prodding me with the head of his cock.
“Use your teeth, and you will be punished.”
I one hundred percent believe that.
My tongue darts out, dabbing the head. It’s a mixture of salty and tangy, and suddenly, I’m back in that frat house bedroom, a limp dick being shoved in my face.
This dick is hard. It’s thicker, too, and it’s attached to Mason Burns, not Carter Santorino. I’m still on my knees, though, a position I didn’t choose. I’m being told to choke or suck, like I’m nothing but a human fucking fleshlight.
I’m not Angela Havers. I’m a pussy. I’m a mouth.
I’m nothing.
And, somewhere over my head, Burns is murmuring, “You want to do this.”
He keeps telling me that. Like I wanted him to take me prisoner, and I wanted him to make me come.
I can’t make sense of him. One second, he seems to mean it when he tells me that he loves me. The next? I’m nothing but a possession to him. Heownsme, like I’m some kind of sentient sex doll for him to play with, then put away when he’s done for the night.
Does he want me, or was I just convenient? He says he loves me. Twisted as I am, sometimes I’m desperate to believe that, to make sense of what he’s done. Then I remember that I’m a loner with no real ties to the neighborhood, I’ve been gone for days now and I’m not sure anyone misses me.
