Page 27 of The Catcher
I looked even more apprehensively at his cock, but I obeyed, looking up under my lashes at Tanner.
He loosened his fingers so he wasn’t fisting my braid, but even the fingers that were threaded through my hair felt like a reminder of what he could do.
His cock was thick and hard.
I put it in my mouth again, feeling the velvety skin underneath my tongue.
His eyes felt like they singed me with how intently he stared at me. I ran my tongue around the underside, suddenly dropping my eyes as I felt my cheeks burning in shame at the look on his face.
He stopped again, pulling me off his dick as I tried to wipe the drool off my face. He put his big cleated foot between my legs, yanking and scraping my leggings with the dirt and spikes.
“I saidlook at me,” Tanner hissed, dragging me closer with his cleats, then putting one big leg on either side of me.
I wanted to die with the shame and embarrassment, but I obeyed him, licking my lips, then sinking down on his cock, feeling that velvet cruelty in my mouth again as I looked up at him.
“Yes, just like that,” he said, sinking his dick further in my mouth, so hard I felt my throat constrict.
I gulped, choking on my own drool, and I felt it roll down my chin and throat.
He liked that, because I heard him make a low groan and the fingers on my head tightened.
He began to shove his cock deeper, and I gagged, trying to force my throat to relax, but Tanner barely gave me a chance. I gulped for air in the brief second he pulled his hips back, only for him to slam into me again.
“Eyes on me,” he grunted, and I looked furiously up at him, but he only curved his mouth up in a cruel smile.
I wanted to be defiant as I looked up at him, but it felt inadequate, fake, like he obviously wouldn’t be convinced. I was caught, pinioned, and he knew it.
I struggled to take his whole dick in my mouth, my gulping noises growing louder, and he broke eye contact for the first time, his head going back so that I saw the muscles moving in his strong throat and jaw. His thighs and hand held me brutally tightly.
This time I was so close that I thought I felt his thighs tensing, and I had a second to prepare before he shot his cum down my throat again. He groaned, low and throatily, and I couldn’t help the uncomfortable throbbing in my pussy at the same time.
He doesn’t give a shit,I reminded myself.
I was able to swallow it all up this time, tears streaming down my face.
I turned away, and I didn’t see him put his cock back in his pants, but I heard the snap of lights in the building that meant the cleaning staff had begun to arrive.
“Keep your phone on you,” Tanner said coldly. “I’ll text you when I want you to be available for me.”
I said nothing, finally lurching to my feet, my legs feeling sore. There was dirt on my leggings. As I began to look away, Iheard him call. I turned around, and he was half in shadow still. Tall, dark, cold eyes, folded arms.
“Em, are you on birth control?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said nervously.
“Get off it,” he snapped, bending down to grab his bat again.
I turned and ran then, not caring that it made me look weak. I just had to get away, had to figure out what to do.
How could I escape him? As long as I worked at the stadium. I was his. He could order me, control me, and he had access to me all day long.
12
Itook my birth control pill as usual later that morning, after a short and unsatisfying few hours of sleep. I looked at it dubiously for a second before putting the pill resolutely in my mouth and shoving the pill pack back in the bathroom drawer.
I felt a little twinge in my belly, but I ignored it.
The last thing I wanted was to get pregnant with a guy who would probably try to pay me off when he got bored.
