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He doesn’t let me up, no matter how hard I fight, no matter how deep my insults go.
I feel him look for something in-between the sheets, but I can’t see. He’s got both my arms bent behind my back, pressing my wrists against my spine and keeping me tight against the mattress.
“You’re fucking insane,” I rage. “Let me go! Life is not about taking everything without asking.”
“You let him take without asking,” he retorts behind me.
My stomach twists as fear grips my guts. “Jake, you don’t understand. My mom…he’s going to get her out of jail. I owe him!”
He cackles loudly and I feel his weight shift slightly.
“That’s the excuse you’re giving yourself? That’s the bullshit you’re feedingme? Do you think I don’t fucking know you? That I don’t know how wet you get for him when he asserts power over you?”
The shame that fills me chokes me. It stops me from answering, which confirms the truths he spat at me.
“You know how much you want him, Jamie. And I know how he loves taking advantage of people. What, you were going to spend the night with him, and he frees your mom in the morning? Do you even see how fucked up this is! Who says he was even going to do it?”
“Well he sure can’t do it now that you left him for dead!” I rage. “You can’t let him die, Jake. He’s your brother!”
“Please, while you were sucking his cock on all fours like a bitch in heat. I texted Sam to tell him I was going to hurt Nate. Don’t worry, he’ll come in no time to help his boss. Let’s hope Nate hasn’t bled to death by the time he shows up. Either way, you won’t need him to free your mom.”
“What?”
“I already took care of it.” His phone lands right next to my face and I rear my head back to look at the screen. My mouth falls open in shock.
Luke: It’s done, bro. He’s dropping the charges. She’ll be fine.
“W-what? But…but…”
I’m so shocked, so lost in my own head, I don’t register the metal slipping around my wrists until I hear the gradual snap locking in place.
“But, but, but,” he mocks me. “I told you I didn’t send that fucking document to the police.”
And the fact that he kept saying he didn’t send it to thepoliceshould have told me it was the truth. Because the document wasn’t sent to the police as he thinks, it was sent to Mr. Baker. Mom said so.
“But why do we care now,” he continues. “You wanted to give that tight pussy to the guy who got you out of trouble. Time to deliver.”
His fingers enter me violently and I gasp in shock. My arms try to move, I tense against what I’m assuming are handcuffs. Not funny, furry handcuffs that anyone could break. No, these ones bite into my skin, hurt my bones.
I’m still so wet from our previous play and my need to orgasm comes back just as strong.
“Oh, God,” I moan loudly.
“That would be me,” he chuckles.
Two fingers turn into three and I scream at the pleasurable intrusion. From behind, his palm is cupping the underside of my ass cheeks, slapping against me from how harsh his fingers are moving inside me. He curls his fingers, rubs his rough knuckles against the magic spot and the scream that comes out of me is unrecognizable. My whole body is impossible to control anymore, and I push back against his hand.
But then panic overtakes me.
“Jake…I…” I pant. He puts more pressure on my g-spot and I shriek. “Wait I–”
He releases the pressure and I take a deep breath. “I think I need to-” This is the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to me, and I can’t get myself to say it. “I need a break…”
He chuckles behind me. He rubs his knuckles again, puts slight pressure on the spot and I melt against the mattress.
“Who decides when you come, Angel?” My lack of response makes him press slightly harder. It’s too much and yet barely enough. “Who gives you the most pleasure? Who allows your orgasms,” he insists in a growl.
“You!” I scream with need. “It’s you! You, you, you, always you!”
