Page 8 of Bound By My Father's Best Friend

Inches from the couch, I rocked back on my heels, smiled sweetly at him, and pressed my pointer fingers together in an attempt to make myself look as shy as possible. Because shy girls like me weren’t bratty. “I seriously don’t know?—”

“You ran away from me”—he snapped his hand around the front of my throat and forced me to look up at him through my lashes; his teeth were gritted together, his nostrils flaring in the way I had only seen them do when something went wrong in the business—“when I told you not to.”

“I did no such thing,” I hummed.

God, getting him angrier made the heat grow hotter between my legs.

“Don’t fucking play with me, Heather.”

I pressed my lips together from saying something stupid, but I couldn’t help myself.

“Or what?” I asked.

Within a moment, Hector twirled me around, bent me over the couch, and began twisting the rope around my arms. I shoved my shoulder back against his to push him away, moved my body back and forth in an attempt to stop him, threw my leg back to kick him in the shin. But the binds only became tighter around my forearms until I couldn’t move them.

“Let me out.”

“If you had followed my directions,” he said into my ear, “I was going to be easy on you.”

“Fuck you?—”

Before I could finish my sentence, he shoved four fingers into my mouth. I gagged on them, spit rolling down my chin, and glared back at him.

“Bratty girls like you don’t get to talk back to their masters.”

Warmth exploded between my thighs, my pussy clenching harder.

“Do you understand?” he growled.

I nodded to please him so I could answer his next question with a bratty answer.

After pulling his hand out of my mouth, he pulled me up by the binds and pushed me into the closest bedroom, which was thankfully mine and not Sierra’s. Then, he slammed the door and shoved me down onto the bed.

“Why did you leave?”

“Because I only wanted you to take my virginity. And besides, I had another guy comin?—”

He snatched my chin. “Stop being a fucking brat, Heather. It’s pissing me off.”

“Good. Maybe you’ll?—”

“Maybe I’ll shove my cock down your throat and give you your first punishment.”

“You won’t—” My sentence lodged itself in my throat as he shoved me from the bed to my knees in front of him and unzipped his jeans, his cock springing out of them. I stared up at him through wide eyes, never having done something like this before.

Twenty-four goddamn years of my life, and I hadn’t even given a blow job.

“Open your mouth and be a good girl for me. This doesn’t have to be hard.”

I pressed my lips together and stared up at him.

“Don’t force me to do this,” he warned. “You won’t like it.”

Still, I stared up at him and didn’t open my mouth.

He drew his tongue across the front of his teeth, a dark chuckle leaving his throat. “Oh, I am going to fucking ruin you,” he growled as his forefinger and thumb pinched my nostrils shut, so I really couldn’t breathe.

But I wasn’t going to give up that easily.

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