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I twirl my fingers together, pondering if I should be truthful. I’m afraid not to answer, I’m scared of the truth, but I’m more afraid of what he will do with these answers. Finally, I opt to call his bluff and give him the information he seeks. If he truly is a threat to me and my family, then he likely already knows what I’m about to reveal anyway.
“I’m not allowed to cut my hair,” I start as I touch my tightly wound bun bobby pinned in place. “I’m not allowed to be seen out in public or have social media accounts, I’m not allowed to have a relationship, and I’m not allowed to have sex. My purity is my value to my family since I’m not allowed to be a part of the businesses. Are you planning to rape me? Is that it?”
“No,” he says gruffly. “I won’t take your virginity. I won’t take awaythatchoice. It will be yours to make. Now strip!”
I take a generous step back. This beautiful nutcase is delusional if he thinks I would ever give him my virginity without force. I can feel the blood still pooling down my pantsuit leg. The flow is a mere trickle, but enough to be evident if I do as he commands. I try a different approach rather than outright rebellion or refusal. “I can’t,” I admit, barely above a whisper.
“You can and you will,” he insists. “I don’t care that you’re soaked in piss or on your menstrual cycle. Undress now, or I will do it myself. Choices, remember?”
“That’s not a choice, moron, if the result is the same.”
“Yet the choice still remains. My removal will be nothing short of ripping those threads from your body.”
I look for any break in his stoic glare—any sign that this is a test. I get nothing. I don’t want his hands anywhere near me, so I do the unthinkable.I strip.
CHAPTER THREE
Lennon
Imeant it when I said she would choose whether to give me her virginity. It just makes breaking her that much more fun. I give all my adversaries choices in most instances, even though they may not like those options. And that’s exactly what she is— an adversary, a necessary job. I put her at about five foot four with a petite frame, easily broken without much effort. Yet she has the mouth and the courage of someone sheltered. She foolishly thinks her father can protect her from all evil in the world because of who he is. He never prepared her for a man like me, and it’s unfortunate. Much like my sister, Aisling. I could smell her menses on her as soon as I approached her restrained body, so I knew I would have even more resistance to get her to do as I command. She slowly removes the plain, navy blue pantsuit. Tears stream down her olive-colored cheeks, the green and brown flecks of her alluring hazel eyes are rimmed with redness. I watch intently as she removes her last article of clothing— her cotton white virginal underwear. My cock strains against my pants, and I’m annoyed. It’s been a moment since a woman has been able to awaken my desires. Arousal, of course. The desire to break my number one rule— no!
She balls her stained panties into her small fists as if the combination of dried and fresh blood coating her inner thighs and legs aren’t visible. “Undo that hair thing,” I order.
She does without hesitation, and as expected, she shields her now naked body from me. Her brunette hair falls like a curtain toward her knees.
“This is the extent to which I’m allowed to cut it,” she admits nervously. “Never shorter than knee length.”
“An extent to which we’re about to remedy right now.”
“Surely you can’t mean…”
“ I surely do,” I confirm.
I remove the Army Swiss knife that I used to cut her restraints from my pocket. “Would you like to do the honors or should I?”
“I fucking hate you!” she screams as the tears flow harder.
“Such language for a princess,” I taunt. “ Good thing that’s irrelevant.” She looks everywhere but at me.
“Give me the knife, you fucking prick,” she yells between sniffles.
“Fair warning,” I say as I close the distance. “Don’t try anything stupid, or I will be forced to hurt you.”
“Choices, right?” She’s finally starting to understand. Her tears of sadness have morphed into anger—good!
Her colorful language is entertaining. I would never let anyone speak to me as she has, but oddly, it’s refreshing to have someone who doesn’t simply do everything I say. She will have to anyway, but the verbal lashes increases the blood flow to my cock—it’s exhilarating.
She holds her hair taunt within her grasp as she begins to cut her hair just above her generous breast … I’m guessing a full C cup. Her father did right to hide her away from men like me. Her grip tightens around the small knife once she’s done cutting, her knuckles redden.
“Do you really want this day to end differently than I originally intended?” I remind her. “Give me the knife.”
“I can’t wait until my father makes you pay for this little stunt,” she yells, passing me the knife blade first.
“You wanted proof that I didn’t abduct you on your father’s order, so I gave it to you. So far, you’ve been naked in front of a man who’s not your husband, and you cut your precious hair that he’s been so intent on you growing. Tell me now. If this was some sort of twisted lesson, would he have gone this far? Or do you need more proof, principessa?” I grab the knife by the handle and fold it close.
“You win, okay. I believe you. You’ve had your revenge against my father or whatever this is, so can you let me go now?” She bends to pick up her clothes lying in a pile in front of her.
“Leave it. This is far from over. You belong to me, and I have so many more of your firsts to conquer.”
