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“Pipe down, pebble.” Having to deal with this defiance is going to have to be a priority. Right after making her eat. “You couldn’t be a good girl, could you?”
“I detest mushrooms. I’ll eat anything else.” A shiver runs through her, and I wonder why.
“Sit down, Crucinda.” I guide her back to the chair, and with a push on her shoulders, she sits down. Standing behind her, I keep my hands on her shaking shoulders. “Take a piece for me, pebble. The reward will be better than the punishment. I promise.”
“What’s the punishment?”
Chuckling, I move my hands along her neck and make a circle around the tender flesh. Bending down so I’m near her ear, I kiss the flesh behind it.
“If I have to punish you, I’m going to make your body black and blue.” Licking her earlobe, I move one hand down her front, being sure to touch both nipples before I move downward.
Her breath hitches as I suck on her neck, and although I can’t touch her pussy because of the sheet, the heat coming off her is exhilarating. “If you’re my good pebble, I will take this sheet off and ravage you. I’ll show you how being good gets you orgasms.”
“They…” She whimpers as the pressure of my mouth gets hard. “They both sound like torture.”
Of course, she’d say that. “Eat the fucking mushroom, Crucinda. Make things easy for yourself.”
“There’s a reason I hate them.” Her moan is a salve to my rage. Fuck, I want back in her tight slit.
“Alright, if your reason is good enough, I may let you eat some steak. But don’t lie to me, pebble.”
Removing my hands from her body is hard as fuck. I want to keep touching her, but I find myself wanting to know more about her, so I sit down. Looking at her, waiting to hear what’s causing her to be up in arms about something as fucking trivial as a ‘shroom, my mind hopes she lies.
Ten
Emotions.They are the worst. Mine are harassing me.
Panic.
Fear.
Exhaustion.
They are all hitting me at once. I’m not ready to share the truth. Fuck, I’m barely able to deal with the fact there are mushrooms here.
“I’m waiting, pebble.” Jason is impatient, and I get it. I’ve been rude in refusing food, and that’s not proper. But what is proper in this situation? Reminding myself that he kidnapped me seems to be the only way for me to forget my manners.
Besides, am I really supposed to be the bigger person and act as if he hasn’t harmed me?
Taking a deep breath, I push everything back and look at him, wishing he was truly wanting to know because he cares. Or at least he didn’t despise me.
“Alright.” My voice is wobbly at best. Sighing, I continue. “Your mother and I met two weeks before her supposed suicide.”
This gets his attention, and I see him trying to figure out if I’m telling him a lie. Gulping, I sniffle. “Lucinda was absolutely terrified when she showed up at my house, begging me to hear her out.”
The smell of the mushrooms hits me, and I close my eyes. The memory assaults me like it was yesterday. God, the things I’ve buried deep within. Trying to stay in the present and tell the truth about what happened is overwhelming, and I gasp.
“She swore to me she had changed and that she was here to make amends.”
Jason doesn’t say anything; he just sits there, silent and brooding. “Anyway, she wanted to escape her marriage with Ricardo.”
“You’re lying.” He stands up, and I shrink back from him. I expected him to react to this knowledge exactly like this, and I’m not sure I’m in the right headspace to deal with how it makes me feel small and in danger.
“I’m not.” The force behind my words shocks me. Anxiety of him shunning my truth urges me to tell him everything. “Lucinda changed her will to include you boys and to take Ricardo out. She used my lawyer.”
He still hasn’t moved to sit back down. My hands shake as I stand up. Finding my bravery, I move until I’m directly in front of him. “My lawyer’s name is Perita Patton. I’ll give you her phone number, and you can call her to confirm. She even had the legal documents for the divorce drawn up. When your mother died, I kept them.”
“Sit down. You shouldn’t put too much weight on your ankle.”
