Page 101 of On the Line

“Tell me more about how pathetic I am.” The curve of the letters sounds tauntingly delicious, my breathing turning shallow as I take in what he’s asking of me.

I find my answer in the way he looks at me. It’s desperate and needy and suddenly I understand exactly what he is asking.

What he needs from me right now.

The mischievous smile forming on his lips is the only intoxicating confirmation I need before I decide to make my move.

39

OZZY

My mind is a haze.

I feel locked in a cage, slamming on the iron bars, pleading with whatever is controlling me right now topleasestop.

Stop pushing away the only good thing to ever happen to me. Stop trying to hurt James, so I can harm myself in return.

I can barely recognize myself. My body feels like one of a stranger’s.

As we both stare at each other, the silence pulsing between us, I take my time to drink her in. Her perfect, heavy tits pushed into a white top, chest heaving, cheeks rosy.

Three quick steps and she’s in front of me. She hesitates as if trying to gather the courage, then finally grabs my throat.

“Pathetic little boy,” she snides, "you can’t even use your words, is that it?” Her fingers squeeze around my neck. “Tragic.”

“Harder,” I rasp.

As soon as I speak her hand leaves my throat, and tugs my hair hard at the base of my neck. My head jerks backward and I can’t help but smile like an idiot, my mind gradually going quiet.

She tsks. “Did I say you could speak?” She gives me another sharp tug. “That’s not what your slutty mouth is meant for.”

Releasing me, her hand trails down my stomach, groping my quickly hardening cock through my jeans. Her laugh is mocking, and my eyes nearly roll into the back of my head. “Look at you, you’re so hard it’s embarrassing,” she whispers near my ear. “You can’t even help yourself.” She smooths her palm up and down over my shaft. “Just a desperate little boy hoping I might let him fuck me.”

I let out a low groan, it rumbles in my chest as I bite my lip.

I am desperate. Sofuckingdesperate.

James finds my gaze, it’s seeking, a small pause in her actions.

I give her a small nod and grin to urge her forward.

She returns the nod and takes a step back, giving her chin a quick flick downward. “On your knees.”

I follow her order with zero hesitation, my cock throbbing, balls tightening. From my position on the ground, I look up at her obediently. My mind slowly quiets, like a rippleless pond, the burning ire living behind my chest turning to embers.

God, she’s so beautiful like this. Control fucking suits her.

“Take off my panties,” she orders. She stops my lunge forward with a simple open hand in the air. “Touch meanywhereelse, and you’ll be punished.”

Her cold stare shouldn’t have such a powerful effect on me, but I’m humming with arousal nonetheless. I watch her hike up her skirt. Slow. Deliberate. All the way up to her hips.

I feel like I’m reaching for a forbidden fruit, my movements choppy but focused.

Hooking both index fingers around the thin fabric of her thong, I stop myself for a single breath, devouring the sight of her from my vantage point. My thumb drags over her pussy before I even realize I’m doing it.

James swats the back of my head, my hands flying back onto my lap, undeserving.

Taking a handful of my hair, she pulls my head up so I have no choice but to look at her.

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