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“Then you know what comes next!” I answer.
“You haven’t caught me yet!” She’s moving closer, only seven baskets away from me now.
Oh, I’m about to, princess.
“Nowhere else left for you to go. Turned out to be a shitty hiding place, hm?”
“Then why’d it take you so long to find me?”
“Who’s to say I wasn’t here the whole time? Maybe you’re not as smart as you think you are.”
No answer.
“How often are you truly the smartest person in the room?”
“I—”
“How much of that do we need to chalk up to delusion? I know what’s-his-face was probably a fucking moron, but—wait, how many other guys have you said you’ve been with? Zero? I don’t believe that.”
“What?”
“I’m not calling you a slut but—yeah, I am. What’s that saying? If it walks like a duck and talks like a duck?”
Five baskets away.
“Why are you here, Blair? I told you to go. I told you I didn’t want you. Yet, you’re still hanging around. You’re nothing more than one of these miserable Southern belles, trying to prove something to yourself but only here as long as I don’t get tired of you. What happens when I do?”
Four baskets.
“The game ends as soon as I get bored of your pussy. That’s the only interesting thing about you, and I get bored easily, B.” I hear the sound of her sniffling. “Poor me, the insecure girl who will let some stranger do whatever the fuck he wants with me as long as I get some attention.”
Three baskets.
“What’s your limit, huh? You gonna let me cut you up? Tie you up and leave you hanging? Beat you? Choke you until you pass out? Or does it not matter, as long as I keep my eyes on your face and my cock in your cunt? That’s fucking pathetic. You’re pathetic. And not worth my time. I could do much better than you. What about your friend? What was her name? Mallory? Yeah, why don’t you call her? Bet she’s a lot more fun. You’re just a disgusting little freak.”
Her basket is next. I wait until it comes around and hop over the edge to find her sitting in the corner of the basket, face streaked with tears and mascara. I crouch down, slipping my hand in her shorts.
“Look at you, wet and needy. I did nothing but tear you down the entire time, and you still want me. You ever get tired of being a whore?”
She looks up at me. “Jackson, you’re scaring me.”
I grin. “Punishments aren’t supposed to be enjoyable, princess. Admit it, you like it anyway.” I sit down on the seat, arms outstretched, legs taking up as much space as possible. “Which makes it not so much of a punishment, but it’s still entertaining. Now come suck my cock.”
“W-what?”
I pat my lap in response.
“You’re kidding.”
I lean forward slowly, dropping the smile from my face.
“Do I look like I’m kidding?”
She stares at me, as if she’s waiting for me to say that this is all a joke. I tilt my head, waiting for her next move. She crawls forward, taking her time, until she reaches my lap. I lean back, watching her. She undoes my jeans with shaky hands, reaching in to pull my cock out. I’m already hard, and horny as hell. She stops, with one hand around me, squeezing gently.
“Now put it in your mouth.”
She shoots me a look, then leans forward and wraps her lips around the tip. I grab the back of her head and push it down. My dick touches the back of her throat before she quickly lifts her head, gasping for air. My hand shoots out, grabbing her throat and bringing her close to me.
