Page 11 of Twisted Play
“Such a good girl for me,” he said. “You did so good.”
I did good.I closed my eyes at the pleasure his compliment gave me. He must have noticed, because he brought up a hand to stroke through my hair. “What a treat you are,” he murmured, stroking my cheek as I caught my breath. But I couldn’t. My entire body shook with the effort to get myself back under control after the hottest, most degrading experience of my life.
“Keep your eyes closed.” He pushed my face until it pressed against the inside of his thigh. I waited there as he stroked my hair, the soft gentleness a horrifying contrast to his brutality of a few minutes before.
When I shoved away, as if to stand, he held me in place with a touch on my shoulder.
“Just wait.”
I gave into the urge to take comfort from the very man who’d brought on my misery. His fingers stroked through my hair as he murmured praise, telling me what a good girlI’d been, how well I’d taken him, how perfect my lips looked wrapped around his cock.
When my breathing finally steadied, he cupped my chin and tilted my face up to his, gesturing to a door at the side of his office. “Go clean up.”
I had to know, even if asking broke whatever spell held us both captive. “Did I?—?”
“Yeah, baby girl. Job’s yours.”
4
INTERLUDE
Rory
How’d it go?
Don’t leave me on read.
*missed call from Rory*
*missed call from Rory*
Rory
Eva!
Eva
I got the job.
Rory
We have to celebrate!
There’s a party at the hockey house tonight, and now that you’re on staff, we can get in.
Eva
It’s been a roughday.
Rory
Your dad?
Eva
Everything.
Rory
