Her question has me refocusing. Her eyes are staring between my legs as I mindlessly stroke my cock, squeezing it tight. Pumping faster as her eyes turn heavy. She wants it. Look at her licking those little lips.
“Only good girls get to feed on my dick.” I stroke my shaft faster. “If you want a taste, you’re going to have to start behaving.”
Her nodding smirk has the cum charging up my shaft. The girl is trouble with a capital T. “I don’t know, Officer. I kind of like being naughty. It feels too good.”
And now I’ve created a monster.
“If you want me to suck on this little cunt again…” I brush my thumb over the pulsing spot. “You better start following the rules. Because if you decide to defy me again, I’ll make it so you can’t sit down for a week.” But she won’t be sore from my palm. I’m going to fuck her so hard she’s aching for my cock for days on end.
“Are we clear?”
She leans up, moving in close, her pretty eyes staring into mine. “We’re clear. But heed my warning, Officer Price. If you wake up tomorrow and try to push me away again and pull the this-is-what’s-best-for-you card, I will go into town and fuck the first man I see. I’ll prove just how stubborn I can be. We clear?”
And if she even dared to try, I would kill the son of a bitch.
She’s mine. And no one’s laying one little finger on her.
11
Shayna
Iwould’ve thought it were a dream, if it weren’t for the tingles still running through my body and the proof streaked across my sheets. His cum is smeared over the spot that’s still damp from the mess I made. He made me watch. He stroked himself slowly, tight-fisted pumps. The muscles in his forearm straining, teeth clenched tight, prolonging the torture for both of us. By the time he was done, I was in agony. The throb between my legs was a deep, unsatisfied ache. But like a dark shadow of the night, he un-cuffed my arms and disappeared from my room, telling me I wasn’t allowed to touch myself, and that my pussy is only his to play with now. And for the first time, I obeyed his order.
For hours, I lay there replaying every moment, wondering if the guilt would catch up to him again. If he dares to give me the same speech he used yesterday, I’m done. I won’t let my emotions be toyed with, which is why I opt for a pretty floraldress. Something not too revealing. Something soft and sweet, making me look like a good girl in hopes that he won’t change his mind. I want him to believe that his influence on me is a good one, that what happened last night is exactly what I needed. Because it is. I’ve never felt so connected or consumed by anyone ever in my life. I don’t know how to describe the connection but it’s cataclysmic.
“You slept in,” Dagger says as I pass him in the hall on the way to the laundry room with my sheets in hand.
“I had a restless night.”
I was kicking and squirming, fighting to get my arms free as Link tortured me with his tongue. He devoured my need like an untamed animal. He couldn’t stop himself. He was trying to prove his point, but he couldn’t hold himself off.
“Hey, listen.” My thoughts are interrupted, thankfully before I released a moan. “My sister might be coming to stay with us for a bit. Would you mind cleaning up my room and running my sheets through the wash?”
“Sure, I’ll get on it as soon as I start mine. I’m looking forward to meeting her, by the way.” He’s told me so much about the girl. His evil stepsister who’s wild and rebellious and doesn’t take shit from anyone. She sounds wickedly awesome in spite of the fact that she drives her brother crazy.
“Just a warning, she doesn’t like people, so I apologize ahead of time for any snotty comment that comes from her mouth.”
“Is there a reason she hates people?” Dagger is one of the most outgoing guys I’ve ever met, so it’s hard for me to picture.
“Having a deadbeat dad who found himself in jail is the why. By the time I met her, she was pretty jaded towards the world. When my dad entered the picture, he tried to be a father to her, but she wanted to have nothing to do with him. I’m the only male she can tolerate. And the only one willing to put up with her bitchy ass.”
He’s a good brother. Underneath his irritation with the girl, I can tell he loves her and is worried about her. Sounds like she has a good reason for those thick walls she’s armed herself with, though. She’s the perfect example of why having two parents isn’t always better. I may have had my fair share of shit I had to deal with at the home, but I didn’t have an evil father to fuck me up and make me hate the world.
“You’re a good brother, Dagger.”
He shakes his head. “There’s definitely room for improvement where that girl is concerned. Look. I appreciate you cleaning the room for me. I’d ask Cherry to do it but she’s in a mood.”
And when is she not? That girl acts as if she’s an old lady and deserves a crown.
“No problem. It’s what I’m paid to do.”
I honestly don’t mind picking up after the guys. It gives me a glimpse inside their private space. Besides, they’ve given me a roof over my head, and have paid me a fortune for taking care of the bar. It’s the best job I’ve ever had.
“Thanks, doll.”
As soon as I get the soap poured into the washer, I head right down to Dagger’s room and start stripping his bedding. His room is fairly tidy. I’ll just run the sweeper and dust, but there’s not much to pick up. It’s not like Skully’s room. I’ll find broken liquor bottles shattered across his floor and crumpled-up drawings thrown everywhere. Drawings of his ex, Madison, who is one of sweetest people I’ve met. She welcomed me with open arms when I first arrived, but then that terrible night occurred, and Skully came back broken and angry. He kicked her out of the clubhouse and broke her heart. And other than an occasional text from the girl, his drawings of her is all I get to see of my friend.
“Is there a reason you’re in here taking Dagger’s bedding off?” Link’s hard body presses against my back and I’m startled from my thoughts.
