Didn’t realize I had a time limit.
All right, I could do this. How hard could it be? Just stick his dick in my mouth and suck. It seemed simple enough, but the size of the bulge in his pants made me pause. How was that going to fit in my mouth? And was it wrong that I was curious to find out?
Preparing for the inevitable, I stretched my jaw and reached through the bars, but that was as far as I got. Preston slapped my hand away before I could do more than graze my fingers over his belt.
“On second thought, let’s just go.”
Was he fucking with me? He had to be.
“But you wanted—”
“I changed my mind.”
Changed his mind? Preston didn’t change his mind.
When he opened the cage and led me out of the room, I tried to let it go and considered myself lucky. I was getting to see my sister, and I didn’t have to do anything for it.
Or did I…this wasn’t sitting right with me.
The thought continued picking at my brain until I couldn’t take it anymore. “Why did you stop me?”
Preston pulled me around a corner. “It doesn’t matter.”
He obviously had something up his sleeve. “If you think I’m going to do something worse later….”
“You’ll do whatever I tell you to do.”
“Yes, and you told me to suck your dick.”
“Then I changed my mind.”
There was that phrase again. “You don’t change your mind.”
“I did this time.”
“Exactly my point!” My heart was pounding so hard I felt it in my temples.
I was onto his game, and I was not going to play it. There would be no favors for him to call in later. Fuck that. Preston wanted his dick sucked, and goddamnit, that was what was going to happen.
“All right, fine,” Preston sighed. “You want the truth?”
“I thought you didn’t lie,” I spat back.
“There’s a difference between lying and omittance.”
Look at him playing with words. I could do that too.
“Avoidance doesn’t equate to omittance.”
We walked past the kitchen and down a hallway before he stopped and looked at me. “I didn’t think you could do it.”
The insult caused my jaw to drop.
Who the hell did he think he was? There wasn’t a test out there that I couldn’t ace with my eyes closed. My IQ would make the members of MENSA jealous, and he thought I couldn’t suck a dick! That didn’t even take any brain power.
Preston Whitley was not going to belittle me.
“I could so do it! In fact, I’d probably suck your dick better than anyone else.” I bet I could make him come in under four minutes.
