Page 135 of Twisted Play
I clenched my hand so hard, the glass shattered.
And still, my body betrayed me, desperate to hear those words again.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. She was supposed to be a toy, a means to an end, not this fucking obsession that kept me awake at night, rutting against my sheets like a teenager. The way she fought it then gave in so beautifully—it was like she was made to kneel for me.
But she wasn’t. She knelt because I’d left her no choice. The thought should have wilted my arousal. Instead, my cock twitched in my pants, leaking precum at the memory of her surrendering.
Blood dripped down my arm, and I looked at my hand with detachment, setting the broken glass down on the table. The pain barely registered through the haze of need. The memory of holding her consumed me, her trust in me despite what I’d done to her, how soft she’d felt in my arms, how perfectly she’d fit. I’d given her the aftercare she deserved, pretending I hadn’t forced her to her knees minutes before.
My phone mocked me from the coffee table. If I texted her, would she come? She had to—that was our deal. I could have her on her knees in my office again tomorrow, begging for my approval, showing me what a good girl she could be.My cock jerked again at the thought, leaving a wet spot on my slacks.
The thought made me sick—made me harder.
I wanted her willing. Wanted her eager. Wanted her looking at me the way she looked at Cole and Tristan, with desire and something deeper that made my chest ache. I wanted to earn her submission properly, like I’d taught others to do. Wanted to taste every inch of her soft skin, feel her surrender freely given.
“Mine,” I snarled, yanking my cock out. My blood smeared over my shaft as I stroked myself roughly, imagining her tied up, edged to incoherence, babbling and crying as she pleaded with me to let her come. I imagined leaving marks all over her body, bites and bruises that would show who owned her even when she wasn’t on her knees.
Rose spreading over her skin from the impact of a flogger, the jiggle of her ass as I spanked her. The sweet sounds she’d make as I fucked her to oblivion. Her surprise as she came harder than she ever had before.
I groaned, imagining her gorgeous cunt, tight, soaked, taking me as I pounded into her, driving us both to completion as she cried my name.
Cum spurted out of me, covering my hand, mixing with the blood. I stared at the results of my need with disgust and horror as the replay of the game continued in the background.
The fury that had sustained me for sixteen years was ash in my mouth compared to imagining her sweetly soft, “Thank you, Sir,” after I made her come.
I’d meant to break her. Instead, she was dismantling me, piece by piece, with every sweet submission, every flash of defiance in those gorgeous eyes.
And I was letting her.
Worse, I wanted her to.
I wanted her trust.
I wanted todeserveher trust.
Fuck.
49
INTERLUDE
Aleksandr
I need you to find out who else recommended the Jackson girl to Dion Hall for a job.
Dmitri
Sixteen years of ignoring my messages and not even a hello?
Aleksandr
Find out.
50
EVA
My phone buzzedfor the fifth time in as many minutes. I ignored it, scribbling notes as the professor scrawled organic chemical reactions on the whiteboard.
