Page 55 of The Trap

He doesn’t respond as he centers the chair in the middle of the room, angling it so it’s well within Brett’s view. I glance over at the glass, and the masked woman is no longer there, but Brett is. As he sits there with the gag back in his mouth, I can tell from his bulging eyes that he’s dreading what’s about to unfold before him. Not because he gives a fuck about me–I mean nothing to him. But his brother? He’s a threat to his ego. And to witness Colson fucking what used to behis, well, that’s enough for the poor fucker to combust.

“You wasting your time pretending that you don’t want to have me take care of you like you deserve.Like I want to. There isn’t a part of you that I don’t want to be tortured by orconsumed by. I want every inch of you, even if it kills me,” he professes, bold and unapologetically truthful.

“You sure about that?” I playfully ask, even though my heart is fluttering at how he can simultaneously be so sexy and adorable all at once.

“Yes,” he rasps, without hesitation. “Tell me you want me,” he demands, voice smooth yet commanding.

“I want you,” I breathe, excitement inflating my lungs, my heartbeat a violent thud.

“Good. Now,showme how much you want me,” he challenges.

“So much,” I wave my head back and forth teasingly, but his stoic expression is unwavering. Shimmying the lace of my panties down my thighs and past my knees, I lift my leg to free myself of them, baring my wet and ready pussy to him. Colson’s eyes focus on my center, and a hunger like I’ve never seen before erupts from his face. I go to walk closer to him, but he lifts his hand, signaling for me to stop. My eyes roll. He can’t be doing this now.

He clicks his tongue, unimpressed. Clearly my playful retort isn’t good enough.

“I said to show me how much you want me,” he repeats, this time a command.

I scoff out of desperation for him to shut up and fuck me already.

“Of course, even now, my beautiful little liar insists on being stubborn. But I can be stubborn too, especially if it involves getting something I want.”

He grins in silence, pointing to the floor. “If you want to be mine, you’re going to have to crawl for it.”

TWENTY-FOUR

Please,I scoff to myself, replaying his delusional demand in my head. This motherfucker has lost his damn mind if he thinks that I’m about to get onto all fours and crawl to him. What am I, a fucking dog?

I mean, if I’m being honest with myself, I can –and would– do worse things to be his. And if I ask myself if I want him in me, the answer is an obvious yes andbadly.

But do I want him in mesobad that I’ll allow myself to be degraded on hands and knees crawling over to him? No.

Fuck.

Who am I kidding, yes I do. I want him that bad and probably a lot more than I’m willing to admit. That’s all I’ve ever wanted, to be pleased by him, to have him looking down at me, degrading me with his stare, while his cock is fucking my mouth. I’ve wanted his dominance just as much as I’ve wanted his hatred. Still, the trek over to him by knee feels like I’m forfeiting a level of power that I’m not used to giving up. Then again, the thought of having the burden of always needing to be in control instead be put in his hands, is enough to make my stubbornness wilt away.

“Raiden,” my name falls from his lips, and it’s somewhere between a command and plea.

“Yes?” I drag, still refusing to give in….yet. I remain glued in place, watching the fabric of his pants strain over his pronounced bulge as his legs spread wide, seated on the chair. Tempting me. “Come on, pretty girl. Don’t make me beg for you to submit to me,” he says through an arrogant grin that is melting me. I swear, every word coming out of his mouth is trying to break me…and it’s working.

As if that’s not bad enough, I practically feel myself coming undone as he reaches for his belt buckle, loosening it with one hand–holy fuck, my weakness. Maintaining eye contact, he continues undoing his belt buckle, until it skates past the loops of his pants and is secured in his clenched palm. I’m overwhelmed by the sight of him, between the veins in his hand and him throwing his belt to the ground before freeing his erect cock and palming it in his fist.

Leaning forward, he releases a string of spit, his saliva falling perfectly on the thick, crisscross-pierced head of his cock. Sliding his hand up and down, working around the barbells lining his shaft, he clears his throat, summoning me. “Stop being so fucking stubborn. Get on those pretty fucking knees and crawl to me. Give in to me.”

His words hit me like a dagger to the gut. Here we stand, two stubborn souls bonded by misplaced anger heightened by desire. All that hatred we’ve spent our time spewing at one another is no more permanent than the mask covering his face. The disgust we tapped into for each other was fun while it lasted, but I’m tired of pretending like I haven’t wanted this moment, even if this is not how I imagined it. This, his raw need, my slipping willpower, is what I’ve wanted since his surveillance picture came across my desk.

“I’m waiting,” he rasps, breaking the bubble my thoughts have enclosed me in.

I look over to the glass, as if that would stop me. I don’t care who watches. Let them. Fuck it, let Brett die inside as he watches his brother get what he can’t have. What was never truly his.

Colson's throat clears, rough and needy. “Prove to me lying isn’t the only thing you’re good at.” His words are a challenge, purposely trying to provoke me. He knows I’m too competitive, too stubborn to admit anything he says is true.

“Come on Raiden, show me how pretty you look on your knees. It’s okay to admit that you don’t always want to be in control. Show me how desperate you are to come undone with my cock fucking the back of your throat.” His palm taps on his lap, beckoning me to forfeit my control and obey him.

I hate how hot he sounds being so arrogant and degrading. It’s like his every word is filtering past my ears and going directly to the throbbing ache overpowering my pussy. A pleased grin warms his face. I take another step, locking my gaze onto his. His tongue clicks as he moves his hand outward, pointing his finger down to the ground. “Knees now, pretty girl.”

My lips part with the need to say something, but I’m suddenly unsure of what to say. For the first time in my life, I feel speechless. With the mask on his face he looks like a god or a devil, but either way, I’m about to pay homage to whatever deity is in front of me. Bending my knees, I lower myself to all fours, purposely making my descent to the cement floor slow and painful for him. His bottom lip is trapped beneath his teeth, stifling a primal groan that rips through his throat, leaking bold, unfiltered want into the air.

Colson looks at me with a nod and tilts his head back in the direction of the speaker. “Enjoy the show. I have it on good authority that this one is a squirter, and who wouldn’t want to watch that? Especially when she’ll squirt without me having tofucking touch her, like the whore she is.” He grins arrogantly. “Isn’t that, right?” he asks me, drawing in a long sigh as he brings his hand to his mouth, spitting into his cupped palm. He fists himself, coating the metal and flesh that comprises his massive size.

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