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“I think you want attention.”
I swallow and his eyes track the movement of my Adam’s apple. He knows what he’s doing to me. He can see it, can feel it.
My body hides nothing.
Suddenly, I’m spun around, my back to his chest, my hands pinned behind me. And I go fucking limp.
“Your father warned me you were like this, but I didn’t realize how bad until now,” he says, his voice rough and low. A hand moves up to my nipple, caressing it slowly before twisting it almost painfully. It’s like he knows how much my body is enjoying this. How the fuck does he know these things? Is he that intuitive?
“Ah!” I cry out, pain shooting across my chest and straight to my groin, making my cock throb.
“He said you were desperate for attention. That it makes you reckless.”
“Fuck you,” I manage to get out, but it’s breathless and wanton. I’m not resisting this at all.
“Perhaps you need to be taught a lesson. For once in your life, someone needs to teach you to behave.”
“Don’t you dare.”
He doesn’t stop his assault, just moves on to my other puckered nipple and twists it roughly, forcing a long moan out of me. I do nothing to hide it. It just comes out loud and proud.
Without a word, he reaches down and cups my cock, stroking it through the fabric of my boxers and making me tremble with anticipation. With longing. With anger.
“My father will murder you for this. You’re a dead man.”
It’s all I can do to manage those few words, he’s rubbing the ability to speak right out of my cock like he’s some kind of wizard. My last word comes out on a wheeze and isn’t threatening at all. I sound like a mouse. A squishable rodent.
“He told me to do whatever was needed to bring you to heel. To keep you safe. Seems that this might be the only way. That and tying you up. Maybe I should use that rope…”
My cock throbs at the thought, and I arch my hips up, my dick sliding across his palm. I hate that he’s reduced me to this, that I’ve let him. I can’t even fight back. I can’t even muster up the desire.
“Do what you want. I’ll fight you the entire way.”
“Hmm,” he growls, and I eagerly await what comes next. But instead of bringing me relief, he suddenly steps away, leaving me trembling in the middle of this damned cabin, my cock aching for release.
“You don’t deserve to come.”
My nostrils flare as I turn and glower at him. “You don’t tell me what to do.”
In rebellion, I pull my dick out and stroke it angrily.
“I’ll come if I want to.”
He eyes it, his tongue peeking out and wetting his lips, the only telltale sign that maybe this is affecting him in some way.
My breath comes out stilted and heavy, as if I’ve climbed a mountain, the air so fucking thin. A few more strokes and I feel my balls draw up, pleasure zipping up my spine as cum shoots from my dick.
He watches it all, those eyes focused intently on my cock before sliding up my body to meet my narrowed gaze.
“Clean that shit up,” he says before striding past me and out the front door, and I’m left standing there, feeling horny all over again.
He should have made me clean it. Should have forced me to. I have no incentive to do it at all now.
I step over my mess and head to the sink where I wash my hands.
This is the fucking worst. I cannot wait to go home to my basement and my computer and forget this ever happened.
CHAPTERTHREE
