Page 29 of The Sea Witch's Son

Four. Three. Two...

I step forward and drop the gag around Melody’s mouth. Her scream gets muffled under the cloth as I pull her deeper into the shadows.

Rows of dusty books offer the illusion of privacy as I drag her along, kicking and fighting and making an overall nuisance of herself. An elbow goes flying towards my groin and I quickly step to the side.

“If you insist on fighting dirty, I will have no choice but to return the favour.”

Pulling the gag taught, I haul her back against my chest. She squirms against my hold, still trying to break free despite the fact there is nowhere for her to go.

Her head barely comes up to my chest, so I have to swoop down to press my nose against her neck. I breathe in the scent of her skin before licking a trail up her neck.

Muffled words come from the gag and I smile, feeling her pulse jump angrily beneath my tongue.

“What was that? I can’t seem to hear you.”

She slams her head back against my chest. I chuckle, tilting my head to get a better look down the front of her blouse.

“After much consideration, I think white might be your colour. Tell me, what colour of panties are you wearing today?”

Her breasts push against the material of her shirt with each heaving breath. I turn and nip her earlobe, patiently waiting for the panic to sink in.

It’s fascinating, studying such a passionate creature. Melody is a unique combination of carefully restrained and violently emotional. Her school persona remains strictly surface-level, offering little to no insight on the grief and financial crisis waiting for her back home.

She’s a ticking bomb full of messy emotions and questionable intentions.

I do look forward to triggering the explosion.

“Did you wear the red ones?” Running my lips down her neck, I press a kiss to her collarbone, “I hope you thought of me when you put them on.”

More words spew out, none of them comprehensible. I loosen my hold, allowing her to turn around and face me.

Daggers are thrown from big blue eyes, the fury burning through such a pretty face making my own break into a smile.

“Anger looks marvellous on you, little saint. You should wear it more often.”

She bares her teeth at me, snarling around the gag, and the most remarkable thing happens.

I start to get hard.

The longer I stare at her flushed cheeks and glinting eyes, the stiffer my dick gets. The gag is a nice addition to the picture,although it is unusual for my body to respond in such a volatile manner.

An interesting development, indeed.

I loosen my grip and Melody hastily rips the cloth from her mouth.

“What the fuck iswrongwith you?”

“I’ve been told the list is quite long.”

She stumbles back, trying to increase the space between us. The illusion of security lasts less than thirty seconds before I bridge the gap.

“What do you want?”

She presses her back against the bookshelf, craning her neck to look up at me. I press in closer, caging her between my arms.

“Does a man need a reason to speak to a woman in today’s day and age?”

“When he’s breaking into her bedroom at night, yes. I think he does.”

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