Page 11 of Beyond the Summer

I crossed my legs and swallowed hard, reeling from the power his casual words had over me.Ben must have realized he had the upper hand, because he shifted a little closer and started to read the passage from his book out loud.

"'My cock throbbed as Farog's massive ogre body loomed over me, his cock nudging the hole he'd so carefully prepped.But nothing could have prepared me for his size.I moaned as his colossal girth pushed against my tight hole, stretching me to my limits.He was so powerful, so strong, and I submitted easily, spreading my legs wider, desperately hoping he'd go deeper.The sensation of stretching was intense enough that it made my eyes water.He paused, letting me adjust.But I wanted it, craved it even, as I rolled my hips towards him, urging him to fuck me hard and deep.He chuckled as he told me to be patient, gripping my hips tightly, the sheer size of his hands making me feel tiny and slender.'"

"Fuck, that's what you're reading?At summer camp?"I whispered.Reading had never been so sexy, with Ben's deep, melodic voice weaving dirty pictures in my mind.

Ben chuckled, scooting a bit closer before continuing."'My fingers dug into the sheets as I pushed back against him, desperate for more.I needed to be his favorite, his whore, the one he turned to whenever he needed to satisfy his urges.The thought alone made my cock throb against my stomach, and Farog reached out to stroke it, smearing pre-cum across the head.In that moment, I realized that being a prince meant nothing compared to being dominated and owned by someone like Farog.My body was made for submission, for being thoroughly used and fucked by a master.And there was nothing else I desired more than to give myself entirely to Farog and become his perfect slave.'"

With that, Ben stopped reading and gently closed his book.

"Then what happens?"

With a smug smile, Ben stood and shoved the book into his bag."You know, you're right.The book is terrible.I should socialize more.And you definitely don't want to see my fan art."

I blinked, wondering what he'd drawn.Surely not the sex scenes."I might have been wrong.Who knows?Maybe we should read a little more.For science."I tried to keep the note of desperation out of my voice, but seriously.My cock was rock hard.

Ben's eyebrows shot up."Science?But you said it yourself.I spend too much time reading."

"I mean, I hear it expands the mind?"I crossed and uncrossed my legs, hoping he couldn't see how hard I was through my shorts.

"Nah, you're not even gay, are you?And you're definitely not a little whore like the prince in the story?"

He couldn't possibly know that."Is that the best you can do, Ben?Slut shame me?"I finally stood, crossing my arms and staring grumpily at him.

"Alright, Prince Charming," Ben said."We all know you like to be called a good boy."

"And you like threatening to spank me," I countered with a grin, my eyes lingering on the way his cheeks flushed.

Our eyes locked for a moment, the air between us crackling with an intensity that made my heart race and my stomach flutter.But before I could fully process what was happening, the unmistakable buzz of my phone vibrating in my pocket broke the spell.My gut clenched, knowing I shouldn't even have the phone with me at camp.

"Uh, sorry, I need to… take care of something," I mumbled.

"Whatever you say."

I wanted to continue trading banter with him, but my phone buzzed again, and the worry in the pit of my stomach killed the moment.Stumbling, I turned away from him, rushed away from the campfire and down a path that led into the surrounding forest, to a little hill where I knew there was a better signal.I felt a twinge of guilt for leaving him so abruptly, but I knew that whatever was on my phone had the potential to change everything.

"Damn it," I muttered under my breath, cursing myself for allowing my secret life to invade the one place where I felt an inkling of happiness and freedom.I hoped that whatever message awaited me wouldn't shatter the fragile peace I'd found here at camp.

I found a hidden spot behind the camp's storage shed; the darkness concealing me from prying eyes.I pulled out my phone with trembling hands and unlocked it, the screen's brightness momentarily blinding me.My heart hammered in my chest as I read the text from my father, my blood running cold.

Step into line and do your duty, or we'll find out who the boy is and ruin him.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck."The words spilled out in a hurried whisper, and I tried to shut down the panic, swiping the phone open to his message.He'd sent the contact information for a young woman from a suitable family.

My chest tightened as I quickly sent her a friendly greeting, feeling sick to my stomach at the thought of needing to flirt with some simpering cow handpicked for me from my father's followers.

Ben

SpendingmysummerwithSutton Holm wasn't the disaster I'd expected it to be.Sure, he seemed to delight in egging me on, but I'd read three books and finished four sketches for my portfolio.Sutton—well, I wasn't completely sure what he spent his days doing.Helping the campers, I guess, which was probably what I should have been doing.

I could begrudgingly admit he was good with the kids.Far better than I was.

As the session went on, we'd formed a quiet truce, and it seemed to be working.Parker was happier, and Ravi was a great friend.The three of us were reading the latest book from my favorite series together.Sutton had eyed my bookshelf with curiosity for the last few days of the session, but he hadn't asked for anything.In fact, he'd completely left us alone.

Which was why it had blindsided me when Sutton had stalked into the cabin with his full, sexy, flirtatious smile and asked Parker to spend the break with him.

I didn't think about chasing Sutton down to confront him; it just happened.The look in Parker's eyes had spurred me on, nothing else.Certainly not any expectations of Sutton.

I caught him as he was approaching his car—a green Mercedes SUV that probably cost more than my house.I jogged across the camp's gravel parking lot, which was half empty as most of the staff had left for break, my boots kicking up dust.He glanced at me with that insufferably cocky grin plastered on his face.

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