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I sit back on my heels, unsure how I’m going to get out of this. Is he going to make me suck his dick right here … right now? Where is the rest of his house staff?
“Pleaseeeee,” I stutter, truly alarmed now. “Don’t make me do this.”
“Either you take out my cock or I will fuck you in your ass right here on this goddamn dining room table,” the bastard threatens.
“You promised,” I remind him with panic settling in my gut.
“No. A mhuirnín. I said that I wouldn’t take your virginity without you giving it to me. Your ass was never taken off the table. Now, I believe you have a choice to make.”
His glacial stare bears his intent. I know he’s not bluffing. Fiona moves behind me, forcing me off my heels and back onto my knees. I want my father to torture this motherfucker before giving him a slow gruesome death. So much hate fuels me. My fingers tremble as I work to unbutton him. I’ve never done this before … I’ve never seen a man’s genitals in person. I finally get him unfastened, only to find that he isn’t wearing any underwear. He’s hairless, making the V muscles leading into his groin more pronounced. Engorged veins rest along his abdomen between these muscles—overtly masculine. I look away as I feel the heat creep up my neck. Embarrassment and shame battle within me. This isn’t right.
“Take out his cock,” Fiona says a little more eagerly than before.
I hesitate. “You heard her,” he says, huskily—his eyes hooded.
I reach into his pants and pull out his already hardened cock. The engorged veins continue here. It’s so warm in my hand and big. No way I’m fitting him in my mouth, let alone the other place he threatened to put it. It pulses against my palm and something stirs within me. The sensation catches me off guard, so much so I barely noticed when Fiona drops down on her knees next to me. She takes his appendage out of my grasp and into her own. This girl, who once presented as shy, wraps her lips around the tip of him and begins to suck. She strokes him with the other hand as she takes him deeper into her mouth each time. I attempt to get up, but he stops me.
“Don’t you dare fucking move or take your eyes off her, or I will have you take over this lesson. Your mouth isn’t off the table either,” he says as he wraps a fist around her braid to push her deeper. She’s sucking faster now, and the feeling in my core intensifies. What the hell does this say about me? None of this is right.
“You’re sick. You know that?” I retort.
“You have know idea, but you will,” he promises. “Tell me. Have you ever had a cock between those lips of yours or sliding into your ass?”
He’s not even trying to hide how much he’s getting off on this. Fuck him for making me participate. “You know that I haven’t!”
“Just wanted to be sure no other man has had you in any capacity. And now, they never will.”
I don’t respond. I don’t even want him to elaborate on that ominous statement. I need to get the hell away from here. He’s truly a psycho. I watch as he pushes Fiona off his still hardened dick before letting his shirt fall to cover it. She licks her lips before standing. “Thank you, sir,” she says before she gets off her knees and walks off. I stand too because surely he doesn’t expect me to finish him off. I may not have had sex or given a blow job before, but I know the guy is supposed to come.
“You didn’t come,” I say, not meaning to express that out loud.
“But she did,” he answers, seemingly amused.
“She’s a good actress; I’ll give her that. No way she enjoyed doing that and with an audience. You’re quite delusional. Do you use all of your house staff to satisfy your sexual whims?”
He sits back down at the head of the table. “First off, she more than enjoyed it. She fucking loved it. She would suck and ride my dick as many times as I would allow her to. She doesn’t give a shite about an audience as long as she gets to come. And no, I don’t make it a habit to fuck my house staff. Only her and that lesson was for you.”
“It’s still wrong. And I don’t need any lessons from you.”
“It would seem that you’ve haven’t learn to keep that smart mouth shut. Sit and eat your fucking breakfast, or I will finish in your mouth. One way or another, you’re going to eat something. My dick is still hard and could go another round.”
“Ugh,” I huff, but I’d rather face potentially poisonous food than have his dick in my mouth. I sit and begin to eat the now cold eggs. The pancakes have shriveled slightly. I want to ask again why he only has a peanut butter sandwich, but I resist. What the hell do I care? I just watched him make his maid suck his dick in front of me. He’s a weirdo and a psycho. If I had any doubts before about this man or this situation, they have been eradicated.
“You know, the sooner you cooperate, the better off you’ll be,” he says cryptically after some brief silence between us.
“Cooperate how? I’m not going to have sex with you, so what else is there?”
“Fucking between you and me is inevitable, Aurora.” He says my name for the first time, catching me off guard. “As I’ve said before, I’m not a patient man, but for now, we have time. I have other needs and expectations that you will adhere to if you don’t want that time to run out. A list of these rules will be spelled out for you in a folder left for you on the dresser in your room.”
“Can I just ask why you’re doing this? You’re a good-looking guy with a nice body.” I drop my head after admitting he’s attractive. Ugh, I could have left that part out. I don’t want to inflate his ego. “Why hold me hostage here and wait on my virginity unless this has more to do with my family, and I’m collateral damage.”
I know this can’t possibly be about him wanting me, but I want him to admit it. I’m going to gather all the intel I can on this scheme of his and use it to make sure he pays. He calls for Oisín to escort me back to my room before he addresses me again.
“A mhuirnín, we both know that this has nothing to do with sex and everything to do with whatyourvirginity will afford me. I know that you’ve already sorted that much out at least. This was never about pussy. Cooperate and this arrangement will be mutually beneficial.”
“How could I possibly benefit from hurting my family? If I give you what you’re asking for, that’s the only foreseeable outcome. I won’t do it. I can’t,” I plead.
“I won’t do it either,” he professes. “I can’t,” he says, using my words back at me.
