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“You’re right. I’m breaking down.”
“I don’t believe you.”
My laugh is all twisted up in tears. “Please.Please.Don’t make me do this. You don’t have to do this. You could stop.”
“I can’t do that, demon girl.”
“Why?”
“Because you have to be the one to do this. It’s the only way you’ll understand.” Jameson sounds sincere, but he’s not. He’s trying to get me to beg, isn’t he? He wants me to beg him to touch me, and fuck me, and oh, God, I want to. I don’t want this vibrator. I’d do anything for the warm touch of his fingers, or his hand, or…
What’s happening to me?
“Please, Jameson. I’m—” I almost saybegging you. “I’m asking you not to make me do this. I know where this leads.”
“Where?”
“To me fucking myself with a vibrator, and that’snothow I wanted to lose my virginity.”
Jameson doesn’t say anything.
He’s so quiet that eventually, when I’ve stopped crying, I check to see if he’s still there.
My kidnapper stands on the rug with his hands in the pockets of his jeans, watching me. His eyes move past me to the window and come back. Jameson’s deciding something. Remembering something?
He nods to himself. “Don’t move.”
I don’t.
He disappears into the bedroom. A door opens, then shuts.
Jameson reappears with a roll of duct tape tucked into the crook of his arm. He stops about a foot away from me, close enough to breathe him in, close enough to see the dark cast of his eyes.
“You could beg,” he says. “That’s an option.”
“What are you talking—”I won’t fuck you until you beg for it.“There’s no way in hell I’d beg you for that. I’d rather fuck the vibrator.”
I say it with all the venom I can muster, and Jameson doesn’t flinch. Can he see that I’m lying?
The corner of his mouth quirks, then settles. “I won’t make you fuck the vibrator, demon girl.”
He moves around behind me. I refuse to watch. Turns out I don’t have to, because he crosses the room again. Jameson lines up the vibrator on the arm of the couch and rips a length of duct tape off the roll with his teeth. Another length.Rrrrip.Another one. He uses four to strap the vibrator to the arm of the couch.
Then he flings the duct tape toward his bedroom and gestures toward the vibrator with a flourish.
I do a mocking flourish, which only makes his eyes drop to my breasts. It isnothelping that my nipples are tight already. “What is that little move supposed to mean?”
“It meansride, demon girl. Hop on.”
Jameson holds his hand out, his back straight like a chivalrous knight who’s standing by to help a lady mount her horse.
What anasshole.
Screw this guy. I won’t shed another tear. What I’m going to do is get through today and when he falls asleep tonight, I’ll get the hell out.
I imagine that he’s nothing but a peasant, put my hand in his, and let him help me onto the arm of the couch. I hope he feels like a total dick.
His hand stays on mine for a second longer than necessary, and when he lets go, it seems reluctant.
