“But he didn’t find me.”
“Well, someone did, and it doesn’t matter who takes the credit or… blame. The important thing is you’re back. I just hope you come around in time to save my brother.”
“Your brother is in control of his own fate. He doesn’t have to marry her.”
“But, he thinks he does. He has this unhealthy sense of duty and never learned how to chase his own happiness until you.”
“I’m nothing more than a guilty pleasure.”
“Don’t undersell yourself when it comes to Dash. Think about why you’re still here. He could have let you get on that plane and never see you again. He might have searched forever for you just to know if you were okay.”
“He looked for me?”
“He always denied it, but I know he did. I’ll never understand how you were able to escape my brother.”
“I had some help.”
“Will you ever tell me?”
“I think it would be better if I didn’t.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
SUMMER BEFORE SENIOR YEAR
DASH
“MAYBE YOU WOULD like to be gagged,” I reminded her. I was secretly amused at being called so many things in one sentence and was quickly learning that she had a sharp tongue.
She took the pizza I offered, but her cuffed hands made it hard to move. I watched with amusement as she slowly brought the pizza slice to her lips. “I can’t eat like this.”
“You’re doing just fine.”
“Where did you get these cuffs anyway?”
“A sex shop.”
She scrunched up her nose with disgust. “Have you always had these?”
“I bought them for you.”
She ate silently after that, taking her time with dainty bites. I’d already inhaled two slices by the time she’d finished her first.
“Ok, I ate so what happens now?” I took her empty plate from her hands to the trash, but she chose that moment to clean her fingers free of the grease with her tongue. My own dried up in my mouth as I stood rooted to the old carpet. “Why are you staring at me?”
“Do that again.”
“Do what?” The startled look on her face brought me to my senses. I shook myself free of my thoughts and trashed the plates.
“Never mind.” She continued to watch me curiously as I set up for the movie. I chose the comedy since it was the most neutral. Once the movie started, I joined her on the bed with my laptop in hand. Her twin bed was narrow and by no means meant for two people, but I knew just the way to make it work.
“Lay with me.”
Her back stiffened and her head whipped around to face me lying behind her. “What are you doing?”
“Lay with me,” I repeated.
“No.”
“I could make you.”
“You can’t make me—”
I pulled her down against my body before she could finish. Her back was flush with my chest while her bottom wriggled against my dick. I slid my hand down the curve of her hip and whispered to her.
“I can do whatever I want.” We were so close that I felt her shiver against me. I couldn’t resist the opportunity to bait her. “Cold?”
“I’m a little hot, actually.” Her tone was anxious and light. The movie had already begun to play, but neither of us noticed it.
“We’re both fully clothed. If you’re hot, I can fix that.”
“No. No. I—I’m fine.”
The skin of her face was like porcelain so smooth and pale. I couldn’t resist dragging the tip of my finger from her hairline down to her chin I used to guide her face toward the laptop. “Relax. You’re safe.”
She seemed to believe me and relaxed enough to enjoy the movie, and I found that I liked the sound of her laugh. The husky tone of her laugh hit me straight in the gut, and halfway through the movie, I suffered a severe case of blue balls.
Thankfully, she was completely oblivious to my current condition. So much so that she made the mistake of wriggling her bottom against me whenever she would laugh particularly hard. By the end, I couldn’t remember what the movie was about because of all the fantasies playing out in my head.