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“Maybe I will, and maybe I won't,” I said. “I'm not going to think about it until my placement is finished. I need to focus on that, and you need to focus on the season. If you're going to let me be a distraction, I'll walk away right now.”

“Not letting you walk away,” he said. “You won't distract me as long as you do what I tell you to do. I'll let you keep living at your place for now. We'll talk about the rest later. In the meantime, I'll wash Frost's cum off your pussy.”

“I'm going to see him again,” I said before Storm scooped me up and carried me to his bathroom.

“We'll see,” was all he said before he sat me down beside the bath.

Chapter Fourteen

Chelsea

I woke up feeling warm,but tired.

On the upside, I could move now. Sort of. Storm lay beside me, one arm draped over my stomach. He'd helped me take a quick bath before dressing me in a pair of his track pants and a Smashers T-shirt. Both were too big for me, but comfortable enough.

He started to stir. “Morning.” He was dressed in a pair of grey track pants which did nothing to hide his morning arousal.

“Hi.” I pushed myself until I was sitting up and swiped stray hair off my cheek. I grabbed my phone from where he'd put it on the table beside the bed and looked at the time. I didn't start work for a couple of hours, thank fuck. Oversleeping and being late would not be a good look.

“I should get going.” I yawned and stretched, enjoying having my full range of motion again.

“Not yet.” Storm rolled over, pushed me back down and straddled my legs. He grabbed my wrists and held them up above my head. “We have some unfinished business to attend to.”

“Do we?” I asked sweetly. “I thought we sorted out everything last night.” As if I didn't know exactly what he had in mind.

“We came to an understanding,” he agreed. “But my cock remains unsatisfied. I promised him we'd fuck you last night and that didn't happen.”

“Because you decided to bring me back here.” I met his gaze. “You were a gentleman, instead of taking me in the back of Frost's car like you could have.”

He pressed his growing erection into the side of my leg. “I was tempted. Your pussy was right there, begging to be fucked.” He rocked his cock against me. “I could have pushed down my jeans, climbed on top of you and slammed right on into you.”

“Why didn't you?” I asked. “I couldn't have done anything to stop you.”

He held my wrists with one hand while sliding the other up the front of my T-shirt and over my hardened nipples. “I should have. You belong to me. I could have shown you then and there.” He pinched one of my nipples hard.

“Yes, you could have.” The pain from the pinch shot through me, making my clit throb. “You could have done whatever you wanted and I would have just laid there and taken everything you gave me.”

He pinched my other nipple. “Next time, I will.”

He wouldn't have done it last night, knowing there was no way I could consent to him touching me. But this conversation? He was taking this as my consent if the situation ever arose again. Unless I told him otherwise, he'd fuck me while I was drugged and helpless.

He pushed up the front of my T-shirt and scooted down to lick and suck first one nipple, then the other. “These are mine. Both of them. They belong to me.”

He moved slowly down my body until he reached the waistband of my track pants. He let go of my wrists and dragged the pants down to my ankles and off over my feet.

I pulled off the T-shirt and let it join the track pants on the floor beside the bed. “Are you going to fuck me now?”

His gaze wandered up and down my body, eyes dark with hunger. “Yes, I'm going to fuck you.” He rolled over and pulled a pair of handcuffs out of the drawer in the table beside him. He took my wrists again and cuffed me to the head of his bed.

“Much better.”

He pried my legs apart with his hands, opening me out to him. He slid his thick fingers slowly up and down my thighs before tracing circles over my clit with the pad of his thumb.

“This belongs to me too. I own this pussy.”

“You think so?” I asked teasingly.

He raised an eyebrow at me before leaning over to pull something else out of the drawer. A long strip of fabric. He pressed it between my lips and tied the ends around behind my head. “Now you can't talk back.”

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