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“I need you to be accessible. This is the only way to guarantee that.” Of course, he wouldn’t do something like this out of the goodness of his heart. If he even had a heart, I doubt there would be any goodness in it.
Now I’m starting to understand, and it spreads icy dread through me from head to toe, so intense I start to shiver before I can stop myself. “I didn’t ask for your help,” I remind him, “and I don’t want it. I’m fine where I am.”
“I decide whether or not you’re fine, and I’ve decided you aren’t, little bird.” His eyes go dark before he lowers his brow. “Come on. I’m taking you to your new room. Walk with me, or you go over my shoulder.”
He means it, too. I don’t have a choice. I never have. There’s nothing for me to do but follow him out of the building and across campus, moving at a trot when my short legs can’t keep up with his long strides. A dorm room. Why is he doing this?
Who am I kidding? I know exactly why he’s doing it. Like he said, he wants to keep me accessible, close at hand, so he can abuse me whenever he feels like it. I don’t have to accept this—and I won’t. I have no intention of accepting it. For now, I’ll play along to keep him happy. It’s all I can do.
He looks and sounds so pleased with himself by the time we reach the resident hall and get on the elevator, which takes us to the fifth floor. The doors slide open silently, and I pretend not to notice the stares I get from people walking past who notice us together as Briggs leads the way down the hall, coming to a stop in front of a closed door and sliding a key into the lock.
He swings the door open with a flourish. “Home, sweet home.”
It doesn’t look like much—a dresser, a desk, a bed with a bare mattress. The way he’s acting, I’m supposed to be excited, though I know he doesn’t expect me to be. It’s another way for him to torture me, is all.
“I didn’t ask for this.” Standing in the doorway, I shake my head, wrapping my arms around my trembling body. No matter how hard I try, I can’t stop trembling. “I don’t think I want it.”
“There you go again, little bird. Acting like anyone cares what you want.” He holds out a key, dangling it in front of my face. “The room is yours, and it’s where you’re going to live.”
He then slides his hand into his pocket and pulls out a second key. “Where I know I can always find you when I want you.”
Briggs flops down onto my sheetless bed. Leaning back, he props himself up on one elbow while cupping his junk with his free hand. “I feel like you owe me more than a blow job for this, but your mouth did feel divine, and I don’t have time for sex,” he says, glancing at his watch before his gaze falls on me expectantly.
“I’m not doing that again!” I object. “I couldn’t breathe!”
The fucker laughs. He throws back his head and laughs.
“Glad my almost dying is funny to you.”
“Jesus, a bit dramatic, aren’t you?” he asks after composing himself. “Yes, I made you choke on my cock a bit, but trust me, you were nowhere near dying.”
“I didn’t like it.”
“You weren’t supposed to like it. It’s for my pleasure, not yours,” he states, all matter of fact.
I’m not giving in to this easily today. I’m still furious about my fucking hair. Then he forces me to move in here and now demands a blow job. If he wants it so bad, he’ll have to take it. I fold my arms over my chest and take a stance. “I’m not doing it again.”
The sudden evil glint in his eyes has me doubting my vigor. He looks downright excited about the possibility of me fighting him. Maybe I shouldn’t think he is bluffing. I swallow down my fear as much as I can, but the sinister smirk on his lips lets me know I suck at it. He knows I’m scared, and he likes it.
He suddenly sits up straight, moving quicker than should be possible. I startle and jump a step backward.
“So skittish today,” he grins, and then he is moving again. This time, he quickly reaches for my wrists, grabbing them before I can even think about evading him. He pulls me closer until I’m standing in between his spread legs with my knees pushed up against the side of the bed.
“Kneel,” he orders, while pulling me toward the ground.
With my teeth clenched together and panic rising in my throat, I have no choice but to follow his command. I get on my knees in front of him, feeling as helpless as I must look to him.
“When I say kneel, you kneel. When I say suck my dick, you open your mouth and take what I give you. Now I’m going to give you one more chance, suck my cock willingly or I’ll take it. And if you think last time was rough, you’ll be in for a rude awakening when I do nothing but take.” His tone is menacing and there is no doubt left in me that he is serious.
Too scared to disobey him any longer, I nod. He lets go of my wrists, and I rub my skin where his fingers dug into it.
“Good girl.” He winks at me and unzips himself before taking his erection out. It points at me like his junk knows exactly where it’s supposed to go. “If you do a good job, I won’t fuck your throat like last time. But you have to make it good. I don’t have all day.”
This is the second time he’s mentioned having to go somewhere, and my curiosity almost makes me ask him where. I swallow down the question and instead wrap my shaking hand around the base of his cock. He groans at my touch.
Now more than ever, I’m glad about the research I did last night. The stuff I watched should help me make him come pretty fast and the sooner this is over, the better.
Leaning my head down, I take the top of his head into my mouth and suck on it while circling my tongue over the sensitive skin. My action drawing a hiss from Briggs’s lips.
