Page 332 of Bad for Me

True to my word, I take her restraints off and pull my shirt from her mouth. “Easy, poppet.” I help her sit up, and the distrust in her eyes kills me. It has to be this way right now, though, because she needs to know I will harm her if she runs from me. “If you are thinking about running, don’t. The snow is coming down so hard that you’ll likely die before you make it twenty feet from the cold. Not to mention, the bears are out and about.”

That may be a lie, I don’t know. Laughing to myself, I push a hand through her hair. “You’re going to be my good poppet, aren’t you?”

“I’m…” She doesn’t speak at first. Hesitant to give me an answer, which is smart of her. “Yes. I’ll be good.”

“That’s my good poppet.” I step back and let her get up. Taking her by the arm, I guide her to the bathroom. “Use the restroom, and then I’ll get you some food.”

After a beat, Rosie looks at me. “Aren’t you going to leave?”

“No.”

It’s a simple word, but she acts like it’s the end of the world. “I can’t possibly use the restroom with you watching.”

I stalk toward her, and she falls onto the toilet. “Yes, you can.” We are both naked, and I have no qualms about pushing my cock down her throat to get her to stop thinking about me in the bathroom with her. Nope. I’m going to force her to think about my dick.

Pushing my semi-hard cock into her mouth, she growls at me, but I slam all the way back into her throat. “Fucking use the bathroom.” I grit out and pull my cock out to the tip and then push right back in.

Her hands come up against my thighs and try their hardest to get me to move back from her. It’s not going to happen unless I want to move. She’s not strong enough. Gripping her hair, I pull on her and move away an inch. My cock still bumps into her lips as I force her to look at me.

“I don’t hear the tinkle of your pee in the toilet. Do as I say.”

She laughs at me and punches me directly in the thigh. I think she was trying for my balls, but I saw her coming. “Nice try, poppet. You failed to hit your target. If you don’t pee, I’m going to go find a bucket, and you’ll use that.”

Rosie glares at me, and I smirk. “You aren’t going to obey, are you?”

“Screw you!” She spits at me, and I slap her with my free hand as it hits my stomach.

Without a second thought as to whether this will hurt her, I slam her head against my cock, and her throat resists me. I don’t stop, though.

Fuck no.

She has earned my wrath.

“When I fucking tell you to do something, you better goddamn do it without question.” I spit right in her face, and it covers her eyes. Rosie flinches away from me, but I have a stronghold on her. She isn’t going fucking anywhere.

The sound of her pee hitting the water makes me happy, but I’m so mad at her for defying me something so damn simple I take her mouth until she chokes. As she gags, I reach down and stroke her clit. Her pee comes out quicker, and she whimpers around my cock.

“See, if you had just done this to begin with, you would have already been feeling this amazing pleasure.” I pull out of her mouth, squirting my orgasm all over her face. To keep her still, I relentlessly stroke her clit.

When her body tightens, I remove my hand from her. “You’ll have to earn your next orgasm.”

Stepping away from her, I let her wipe her pussy clean and stand up. “Now, get on the floor, poppet.”

Rosie stares at me for a long minute before she gets on her knees. “Good girl.” She doesn’t look up at me, but I see the shiver run down her spine. Oh yeah, she likes being my good girl.

Fuck, the things I could do with that knowledge.

“Crawl yourself into the kitchen and sit on your knees next to the fridge.”

It’s a ridiculous demand, but she does it. No smart mouth. No defiance. I watch her ass sway with each movement she makes. My cock peeks up at the idea of fucking her again, but I tamper it down. I need to focus on how I’m going to get proof she’s dead to my brother so I can keep her.

“I noticed you didn’t get a lot of fruit, poppet.” She’s a curvy little thing. I love her wild hair and that pouty mouth. Her chest is large, and her hips are perfect for holding onto. I’m glad she didn’t get the fruits. I don’t want her to lose weight.

She doesn’t say anything, and I smile. “What? You don’t like fruit, Rosie?”

She raises that perfectly arched right eyebrow of hers and huffs. “No. I don’t. I’m allergic to almost all berries, and I prefer just to stay away from them.”

Ah. That makes a lot of sense. “Well, I’m going to have to cook for you. So, you need to tell me what you are allergic to.”

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