Page 64 of Corrupt Game

About the time I turned ten something happened between my mother and father. I still had no idea what the fight had been about, but my mother had been banished to her quarters.

Food was taken to her, and I was allowed partial visits—unless I snuck in, which could have other consequences if I wasn’t careful.

After a couple of years, he realized that I’d been seeing her and cut off all access.

The only person in and out was the one that brought her meals each day. What my father didn’t count on was the fact that she might not want to live if she couldn’t see her child. She gave up, and he never noticed that she wasn’t eating.

He never visited her either, or he would’ve had to have seen her withering away. I couldn’t help but think she would’ve lived longer if he had done more care. The bastard.

That was why I would always make sure that my girls had enough nutrition to stay alive even when they didn’t want to. Forcing people to eat hadn’t been something I’d thought I’d have to do, but it was necessary so that I didn’t lose them in the same way I’d lost my mother.

Reliving the past was never good, and I needed to focus on the present. Collette was alive. She was here with me and it was my job to keep her safe. As soon as she signed that contract, she’d become my responsibility. I had to make sure that while she was in my care, I took care of her.

Dinner finished, I headed to the living room for what I considered my moment of indulgence. Watching the eveningnews while taking my tie and shoes off for the day. It was the closest I came to relaxing.

I put a pillow on my lap and patted it.

Collette considered it for a half a second before laying her head in my lap.

The only reason I’d placed a pillow there was to keep a barrier between my hard dick and her head. Otherwise, we’d be naked in less time than it took me to work out the process.

Her body called out to me in so many ways. When she just responded to prompts or gestures without a question, it made my cock jump up, turned on immediately.

It was why I kept from touching her skin to skin. I didn’t want to take a chance that I might lose control and do something that I’d regret later.

None of the other women had made my body or my mind respond in the way Collette did. Not even close.

As the evening wore on, I found myself playing with her hair once her body relaxed. It was the place I’d been waiting for her to arrive at from the beginning.

I just hadn’t known that she would be this difficult to convince to relax. It was as if she had no idea how the concept worked. Maybe in her world there hadn’t been time for relaxation, but now that she was mine, it was time for her to realize that the rules weren’t the same.

At ten, I stirred, having been able to relax as well. She sat up, looking groggy and so sexy.

All of the thoughts I’d been keeping at bay returned full force. I ground my teeth to keep from commanding her to strip right then and there.

“Bedtime.” My voice sounded gruff even to my ears. I paused at the door to her room until she was inside.

“Remember that you chose this.”

By the contented look on her face, I could imagine that she wasn’t too unhappy with her choice right then.

Hurrying to my room, I shut the door and had my cock in my hands before the lock could click.

Rubbing my hand up and down, I ran a finger over the tip, using the precum for lube. There was no time to get to my nightstand to get more. The long hard shaft felt so stiff as I pictured her ass taking that plug with ease.

“God, Collette, you have no idea what you’re doing to me.” I gripped my cock and formed a circle with my fingers, a type of suction that made me groan.

“When I finally do get my hands on you, you’re not going to know what happened to you after my cock pounds your pussy again and again.” I spoke out loud as if she could hear me from her room.

The need for release was straining as I felt the hardest I had in years. Jerking my flesh in quick movements, I came like a teenager. Spurts of cum shooting from the tip as I imagined it covering her round ass instead of the carpet.

Spent in a way I hadn’t been in ages, I slid to the floor against the closed door, exhausted.

How on earth was I going to make it through one weekend with her in close proximity to me without losing all of my control?

***

When she arrived freshly showered, I barely contained the groan as I pictured her naked body with soap running down it.

---