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“Truth. Or. Dare,” I repeat.
He lets out a huff, “Truth.”
“Why don’t you like me? Why don’t you want me? What about me that has you grinding your teeth whenever I’m around?” When his eyes meet mine, all I see is anger and torment. I take a step back.
“Is that what you think? You think I don’t like you? You think that I don’t want you? You think that I don’t want you around me?” He slams his tool into the toolbox next to him and stands up. “I’m giving you ten seconds to turn around and leave.”
“Parker!” I demand.
“Abigail, if you do not leave, I am going to fucking destroy you. I am going to take what I want, and you are going to get hurt. I am not like the other two. I don’t know how to be gentle and nice like Colin. I don’t know how to be what you need, like Ryan. What I do know is that I have wanted you ever since we were kids. For years––fucking years, I’ve dreamt about you and what it would be like to finally fuck you.”
I look deep into his eyes. He is animalistic. At this moment, I am nothing more than a helpless bunny, and he is the wolf. “I’m not leaving.”
“Your choice. You have one minute to get your ass inside and hide. If I find you, you're mine.”
I swallow hard, and he notices. “You're not serious,” I say.
“Time is ticking, little bunny. Run.”
I sprint as fast as I can towards the front door, hearing him count down behind me as I force myself inside and race up the stairs. I have never been inside this part of his house before, so when I open the first door, I am met with his towel closet. I keep opening doors until I come upon what looks to be a spare bedroom. Quickly, I move my body under the bed after seeing it's on a platform high enough for my figure to fit.
“Here I come, little bunny. Remember, if I find you. You. Are. Mine.”
His footsteps echo from downstairs, walking around, and it is hard not to hold my breath in anticipation. A part of me wants him to find me. Another part of me is kicking myself for not leaving when he gave me the chance.
“Up I come. When I find you, I am going to make you wish you never came back.” My breath catches in my throat at his words.
Is he truly going to hurt me? Like, am I in real trouble here?
I don’t have time to find another place to hide or try to make it out the front door to my car. The door flies open, and all I see are Parker’s shoes pointed at me.
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Aftershemakesherway through the front doors, I pull my phone out of my back pocket and open my home security app. I see her going into the spare bedroom and hiding under the bed. Not the place I would have chosen, but it will do.
After I finish counting down, I make my way to the kitchen, where I wash my hands from the grease of my bike, and I go into my parent’sprivateroom, where they keep all of their sex equipment for their orgy parties. I grab what I need and make my way up the stairs.
Since I know where she is, I take my time before I open the door and step inside. She is hiding under the bed, I know.
However, what she doesn’t know is this is not a normal room or a normal bed. The posts are designed to meet all sexual desires. They’re bolted into the ceiling on all four corners. I plan on using the double posts at the end of the bed, and there’s a lever that will lower her down on the bed while still being restrained in the “X” position. In the dresser on the far wall are more sex toys than you can imagine. Rabbits, plugs, whips, cuffs, clamps, you think of it, we have it. When I say my parents are very into this lifestyle, I am not lying.
I walk slowly over to the dresser and put down the toys I plan on using. One by one, I place them on top of the dresser. Knowing she’s a virgin, I decided to go light on her this time. She won’t be so lucky the next time I find her.
“Hmmm, I wonder where my little bunny is. The wolf is hungry,” I growl. The bed skirt moves a little where her face is. I crouch and lift the skirt of the bed. “Found you.”
She quickly shimmies her way out from under the bed, jumps to her feet, and darts for the door. I catch her by jumping over the bed, grabbing her by the arm, and spinning her around.
“Tisk, tisk.” Her back is against my torso, and her breath hitches. I back up to the end of the bed, dip my head into the crook of her neck, leaving the faintest kiss on her collarbone, and lift her right hand behind my neck. I quickly and without warning strap her wrist into the restraints.
“What… wait… Parker!” she screams. But I grab her other wrist and latch it in the other restraint. She is twisting and swinging her hips, trying to get free, but it’s useless. This bed was built for this.
“Are you going to be a good girl and spread your legs for me, or will I have to use one of my toys to get them free?” I smile at her as if I’m the devil and she is an angel I’ve come to claim as one of my fallen.
“I will do no such thing, Parker. Why can’t we just have a normal conversation? Just talk to me.” She crosses her legs—naughty little girl.
I step over to the dresser and admire all of the toys that I am going to enjoy using on her. I grab the spreader bar and walk back over to her. Still set in her ways to not comply, I forcefully grab her ankle and strap her in. I know she will have a bruise later, but as I look up at her, the faintest smile and a glimmer of want and need in her eyes reflects back at me. That just goes to show that my girl likes it when I’m rough. She just doesn't know how rough I can be.
