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My hand is in my trousers and gripping my throbbing length. The veins along my shaft are distended and my entire dick angry with lack of use as I wrap my fingers around it.

I pump up and down my length with furious strokes, getting as much pain as I do relief as I jerk off to thoughts of her taking me in her mouth.

I’d wrap her hair around my fist and use it to control her. I’d let her have her way with me at first, letting her set the speed and rhythm, but eventually I’d take over. I’d push her down until she was choking on my cock, tears pearling at the corners of her eyes.

I’d give one last powerful thrust deep into the back of her mouth before coming down her throat. She’d slurp me greedily up and then thank me.

I throw my head back against the couch and look at the ceiling as those visuals overwhelm me. Her mouth is no match for my hand, I already know it, and my fist is a pale imitation of the real thing.

I better get used to rubbing out all my frustrations, because there will be no getting the real thing. I have to keep her at a distance, no matter how much I want to fuck her.

My abs clench as my climax approaches. I squeeze my length with every upward and downward stroke until I come with a frustrated grunt. Cum lands on my stomach and my jeans as I release my dick and catch my breath, pondering what a sad sight I must be, wanking to the thought of an eighteen-year-old girl who’s all but throwing herself at me.

I clean myself up and decide to call it a night before I make any other bad decisions.

But turns out, I still have time for one more.

I do something foolish. In retrospect, I should have known that’s when I’d gone off the deep end and etched my fate in stone.

I save her number in my phone.

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Chapter 13

Nera

“This is quite delicious. Don’t you think so, Nera?”

I push the food around my plate absentmindedly, barely listening to anything my father says and only paying enough attention for him to know I still have a pulse.

“Yes, Father. It’s very good.” I reply, emotionlessly.

“The courses have all been excellent.”

“Sure.”

The food is actually phenomenal and not the reason why I’m in a foul mood. We’re atSambour, a recently opened Michelin starred restaurant in Geneva. The chef is supposed to be this exciting young guy, coined the ‘bad boy of the cooking industry’ by all the tabloids. I’m sure that’s part of the reason why when my dad called my mum to tell her he was in town and taking me to dinner, she suggested this place.

Also, in true Michelin fashion, the portions are tiny so she knows there’s no risk of me overindulging and gaining weight.

But the real reason for my need to disassociate from this dinner is my father being here.

His visits are always like having forty-pound weights added to my shoulders that I’m meant to carry wherever I go without grimacing or showing any sign of strain. He’ll have a long check in with principal Thornton and an even longer one with Coach Krav to make sure I’m progressing at the rate he expects.

He already visited the apartment this morning to make sure everything was in order. Mercifully, the girls were in class at the time so didn’t have to witness his perusal and judgment of their home.

Thank God it’s only the end of the first week of school, otherwise he’d check in with my professors as well. I shudder to think how that meeting with Tristan would go.

At the end of the week, he’ll have exerted enough pressure on me that I’ll need a couple of weeks to recuperate from the stress. He’s a control freak who needs to supervise and manage me and my brother Jude’s entire lives at all times. His random drop ins are just another way to exert control over us.

This visit is especially draining.

I saw him over the summer, of course, but the last time he came to Geneva was for the world juniors last year.

The championship I lost.

The anxiety and anticipation of waiting for my turn, of knowing I’d worked for this all year and it was finallythemoment, had made me binge my entire welcome basket. Fifteen minutes before the final I’d still been up in my hotel room, purging.

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