Page 15 of The Dare

Getting out of bed, I pulled my skirt and blouse back on, smoothing the wrinkles out as much as I could. I pulled my hair into a messy again and hoped that I didn’t look too disheveled. There were so many people staying at the family cabin that I doubted I’d get the chance to sneak into my room and freshen up before anyone saw me.

Once I was satisfied with my appearance, I left his bedroom. I headed to the kitchen for a glass of water. Constant moaning and cries of pleasure left my voice raspy, and I hoped a drink would help. I wasn’t sure what I was going to tell everyone about where I’d been today, but I figured that acting and sounding as normal as possible would help keep everyone from getting too suspicious.

I sipped my drink, and my attention turned to a door on the other side of the room. There was a table shoved in front of it, and I couldn’t help wondering what was behind it. I noticed it earlier in the day when Atticus brought me in here to prepare a simple lunch of turkey sandwiches, only to end up placing me on the counter and kneeling in front of me to devour my pussy. I came twice on his tongue, and there were bite marks on my inner thighs from that experience.

I’d been thoroughly distracted then, but now, my curiosity was once again piqued. Why was there a table blocking the door? Walking to it, I tilted my head to the side and wondered what could be on the other side of it. My mind conjured up images of sexual torture devices, and I felt the confusing rush of fear and desire that I was associating with Atticus.

I placed my hand on the edge of the table, trying to gauge the heaviness of it. It was sturdy, definitely made of solid wood, but it wasn’t large. If I pushed from the side, it would probably slide out of the way, and I didn’t see a lock on the door…

The sound of a throat clearing made me jolt. Water sloshed over the rim of my cup and trickled down my fingers. My head snapped in Atticus’ direction and he held up his phone, showing me it was nearly six o’clock.

“We need to head back across the lake. It’s time for dinner.”

I knew he was right, but my hand reached out for the doorknob. “What’s behind this door?”

Tucking his phone away, Atticus circled around behind me. His chest was flush against my back as he reached out to grab my hand and pull it away. He brought my palm to his mouth and licked it, then spun me around to face him.

“You don’t want to know what’s in there,” he said, a wicked smirk on his face. Still holding my wrist, he brought my hand to the front of his jeans, making me feel how hard he was.

God, he was like a fucking machine, getting hard for me over and over.

“But I think you need to be punished for being nosy.”

“I-I thought you said that we need to go.”

He unzipped his pants and shoved at my shoulders until I went down on my knees. The table was right behind me, so I couldn’t move away even if I wanted to, not that it would matter. If I’d learned anything today, it was that I had to do whatever Atticus wanted or he’d make me do it, and he’d make sure it hurt. His cock was inches from my face, and my eyes locked on it, so thick and long, with a vein running along the side. It was a fucking work of art that I never would have imagined he possessed before today.

“We need to go, so you’d better do a good job and make me come quick. You don’t want me explaining to Mom that your sloppy blowjob is the reason that we’re late for dinner, do you?”

I gasped at the idea of him telling anyone what we’d been up to all day, and Atticus took advantage of that, shoving his cock halfway into my mouth before I was prepared for it. I pulled in a deep breath before he fisted my hair and shoved himself all the way in, the blunt head of his erection hitting the back of my throat.

I couldn’t help gagging, and panic had me trying to pull away as I realized I couldn’t breathe around the intrusion, but Atticus held my head in place for several long seconds, an animalistic groan rumbling through his chest. Tears streamed from my eyes, and he swiped his thumb across my cheek before bringing it to his mouth, his dark, hooded eyes glued to mine.

Finally, he pulled back just enough to let me breathe, and I sucked in air, knowing he wouldn’t give me long to do so.

I was right. His cock was driven back into my throat immediately, and my head swam as I tried to adjust to the lack of oxygen. My fingers dug into his thighs, holding me steady as Atticus slowly fucked my face.

My jaw ached, but I caught on to the rhythm well enough to breathe in every time he pulled back, and I relaxed my throat enough to avoid gagging.

Just when I was feeling proud of myself, he picked up speed, grunting with each forward drive of his hips. I kept my eyes on his face, and the awe that I saw there made me struggle to take him like this completely worth it.

It was a little unhinged to feel that way, and I knew it. He was punishing me, using me for his own pleasure, and I should have hated him for it. But I felt special instead. No matter what animosity had existed for us in the past, I knew I was cherished in this moment.

“Molly, fuck,” he ground out between his teeth just as he drove himself in so deep that my nose was squashed against his pelvis while my mouth was flooded with his release. Ribbons of it traveled down my throat as I swallowed around his cock over and over. His grip on my hair was so tight that my scalp burned, but I didn’t care. For some reason I couldn’t explain, I was desperate to swallow every drop of what he gave me. I felt dirty and proud at the same time, knowing I could take so much of his cock in my mouth and bring him this kind of pleasure.

His thighs shook beneath my hands. I heard a thud as he released my hair and slammed his hands down onto the table behind me, as if he needed it to hold himself up. His eyes were closed, and his breathing was heavy.

He was so hot like this that I knew I’d think about that expression on his face every night when I went back to school, touching myself quietly in the darkness of my dorm room.

When his release finished, and I’d swallowed all of it, I pulled my head back, unable to resist swirling my tongue along the crown of his cock even as it started to go soft. Atticus held my chin, squeezing enough to make me flinch. There was a slow grin stretched across his face.

“Look at you, on your knees, for me. Right where you belong.”

A day ago, I would’ve been horrified and insulted by such a statement. Now? I just grinned and licked my lips clean.

It had taken so little time for me to accept this change in our relationship that I couldn’t help thinking this was inevitable. I thought I hated Atticus, but now I felt like there was a connection between us I’d been ignoring all along.

Atticus pulled me to my feet, and I grabbed my purse. He handed me my phone, which I’d left in the bedroom, and I unlocked it to see that my photo album was open. The secret folder with my webcam videos was gone. I frowned as I looked at Atticus questioningly. He shrugged, not looking apologetic in the least.

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