Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 108721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
My gut churns, the contents of my stomach threatening to climb up my throat. I’m transported back to a time when I was too stupid and weak to say no. Too naive and dumb to fight back. I can feel that weak little boy, the one who always feared her, the one who still fears her in so many ways, threatening to crumble.
You’re stronger than this.
You’re stronger than her.
You’re stronger now.
I repeat the mantra over and over again in my head, waiting until I believe the words.
“Come on, Sebby. Don’t you want to play?” She taunts me, her breath caressing my ear. Beads of sweat collect against the collar of my shirt. I can feel the ghost of her lips against my cheek as she moves her head.
“Oh fuck. Who knew you could fuck better than your father?” She pants in my ear while shoving her fake tits in my face.
Even as I fight against the pleasure building low in my belly, I know I won’t be able to escape it. The orgasm is inevitable.
“Yes! Your cock feels so good inside me. So good, Sebby. I want you to fill me with your cum.” Her voice rains down on me, drops of acid falling from the sky.
“Sebby….where did you go?”
“Nowhere. Now leave. I don’t want shit from you,” I snap.
I know I could push her hand away, and I want to so I don’t have to spend the next hour scrubbing my skin raw, but I don’t. I won’t give her the satisfaction of knowing she affects me. My mind wanders again, and I slip into a dark space where no one can reach me, all while pasting on the bored expression that gets me through dealing with her and all the others like her. It might not be today or even tomorrow, but eventually, she will learn her place. Even if I have to beat it into her head, she’ll come to understand she no longer owns me.
Her lips form a pout. “That makes me very sad.”
I’m sure it does. I barely stop myself from rolling my eyes.
“I’d prefer if you stop with the riddles and tell me what you really want. Why are you here?” My flat tone is devoid of the emotion she loves to draw out of me.
“Fine. I’m sorry. I just wanted to know what was going on at home. That’s all.”
Her toxic scent of raspberry and Chanel No. 5 fills my senses, and I nearly gag on air as I suck a ragged breath into my lungs. Memories continue to assault me, threatening to drag me back down into the abyss.
No. Not right now. I suppress them as best I can, hoping to bury the memory of her hands, her punishments, her skin against mine but they still linger right near the surface.
I need something else to think about. Something to distract me. I don’t mention the fact that she’s been gone off and on for months and never cared to know what was going on before today, mainly because I don’t have the tolerance to deal with any more of her bullshit.
“If it’s that big of a concern to you, then I'll tell you. I’m attending a business meeting and taking Ms. Silver with me to assist.”
Her eyes narrow, and she cocks her head to the side. “Assist with what...and why on earth would she need to remove her clothing to help you?”
“Not that I require your permission or need to share what I do or do not do with my staff, but I’m taking her to Pound of Flesh. And before you rudely interrupted me, I was having her try on a few dresses I had picked out.”
As badly as I’d love to tell her that I was getting ready to fuck Elyse, I don’t. I have no doubt in my mind that she would murder Elyse just to spite me if she thought for even a moment that the girl was competition.
Tanya smiles, all sadistic curiosity. “You’re taking that innocent little thing to Pound of Flesh? Have you lost your mind?”
I shrug. I have to wonder about that myself.
Tanya’s gaze sharpens, and her grin widens, white teeth flashing, sharp like a shark’s. “Oh...no...are you going to sell her? In that case, things might be different. She’ll fetch a pretty penny. Especially with how innocent-looking and doll-like she is. The men will eat her up and spit out the bones.”
I want to deny it. To shove her away from me and make my escape, but I don’t dare. It will only encourage her to sink her nails in a little deeper. “What I do with her is my business. If I want to sell her, I will. If I want to use her to draw someone else's attention, I will do so. She’s my property.”