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Nothing can be worse than getting your skin grafted while awake.
Footsteps echo as he marches down each step. My heart is racing. Closing my eyes and taking deep breaths, I tell myself he does this because it’s all that he knows. It’s because he has to.
My knees are against my chest with my arms holding them as close as possible.
“Banksy, I’ve missed ya girl,” Hudson declares as he reveals himself at the bottom of the stairwell. The guy has energy. It’s night and day between him and his twin. “I come with gifts. It wouldn’t be Christmas without gifts, would it?”
Seeing nothing in his hands, my interest is piqued while I’m still slightly terrified. His energy is completely different from last time. My nerves are on edge.
“Aren’t you curious?” He asks. His brow arches and a cheeky smirk crosses his face.
Taking another breath, “Sure, Hudson. What did you bring?”
“Now that’s the spirit!”
He walks closer to me. I fight the urge to move away. To make myself as small as I can so he can’t see me. So he will lose interest. But I promised Landon I would be good.
“I was watching the cameras while Landon was down here. You two get my dick hard. How your body responds to his touch, the way your eyes grew heavy as he rubbed under your collar. That shit was hot.”
Denying it would be pointless.
“Lay down on your back. Don’t do anything stupid and you will get your present,” he instructs as he makes his way over to my bed. I listen, moving myself down the bed so my head is laying on my pillow and I remove the sheet. I may be trapped, but I’m not stupid. He would have removed it for me if I didn’t.
Just like the last time, he straddles me at the waist. His fingers gently rub against the spot where he grafted me. “Does it hurt?” He questions with genuine curiosity.
Shaking my head, “No, not anymore. It’s itchy more than anything from healing.”
Goosebumps erupt on my skin as his finger moves from the gauzed area to my flesh, following the curves of my torso leading to my hips.
“You are at my complete fucking mercy. So fucking beautiful,” whispering to himself as he watches his finger trace over my skin, getting dangerously close to my low-rise panty line of the lace.
“Did he show you?”
Confused by the question, he was clearly watching on the feed, “Show me what?”
Shaking his head, “Nothing,” is all that he says back.
“These goosebumps belong to me,” his eyes move up my body slowly. They stop at my mouth as I bite my lip, wondering what is to come next. He smiles, showing his perfectly straight and white teeth. For a hockey player, I’m impressed he still has all his teeth.
His eyes continue to move again, reaching mine, and we remain like this for a few seconds before he leans forward, hands drop on either side of my head, caging me in.
Hudson’s warm breath tickles my skin.
“It’s time for your present.”
Grinding his pelvis on me I can feel his hard cock pressing up against me. I don’t flinch or show my fear or worry. I have to be good. I promised.
Hudson pushes himself back, his strong arms on display thanks to his fitted tee.
Athletes and their arms, need I say more?
Before I realize it, Hudson is on his feet with his hard cock in his hand. His sweats are down below his knees. Precum is leaking from his tip and he casually strokes himself. Taking a few steps forward toward my head, he stops just above me. Tears well in my eyes, fuck.
Nothing gets past him, he chuckles, “Tears don’t work on me, Banksy.”
He bends at the knees, lowering himself to either side of my head, his tip pushes against my lips, I don’t open.
“You will fucking accept your gift and you will like it,” he snarks while pushing himself into my mouth.
