“People do what they have to for survival.”
“Would you? If you win, are you going to kill him?”
“Only if he makes me.”
Why does that not make me feel warm and fuzzy at all? Maybe because I know they enjoy pushing one another’s buttons.
52
IVY
Surprisingly, he steers into the driveway of my house. And another unexpected tidbit is my car is already parked here and in one piece. As I open the door and step out of his, I ask, “When did you have my car brought here?”
“I said I would. Have a little more faith.”
“Sure. Like you’re not about to torture me for the next,”—I look at my phone—“twenty-two hours. What’s next, dick sucking or whatever you please to satisfy your commands?”
“Is that what you hope will happen?” He’s in front of me. His hand is on my neck, guiding me to my knees as he looks down at me. “Want me to tell you to undress, get on your knees, and suck my dick?”
I don’t speak as he pulls me back to my feet. He shifts forward, my back presses against the door as his mouth moves to my ear, “Make you bend over the hood and fuck until you can’t stand upright. That way you have an excuse that it was for the challenge and can keep pretending like you don’t want me.”
When I turn my face away to avoid his accusing gaze, he hooks his finger under my chin and forces me to look him in his self-assured eyes.
There’s a part of me that wants him while the other wants to throat punch him. “You’d probably enjoy taking the choice away more than the sex.”
His hand tangles in my hair as his mouth hovers over mine, his breath warm on my lips. “You’re wrong. The real satisfaction comes with you begging me to fuck you. Hearing you plead for me to come inside you and making you scream my name when you come on my dick. Because ladies, first. Always.”
Fuck me.He really makes it sound appealing. And I want to believe he would rather it be consensual. Or is he toying with me and will force me before time is up? “You’re not going to make me suck your dick just because you can? Just to show me you have full control over me?”
“Control isn’t what I want.” He mutters, “I’d bet you’re soaking wet already.”
It’s going to be a long freaking day. “Don’t be so sure of yourself.”
“I am, however, going to make you do an activity that will unquestionably get you wet.” He smiles and that’s when I realize what he’s going to make me do as he says, “Let’s go for a swim.”
“I’d rather suck your dick,” I retort.
His amusement is on full display as he verbalizes. “I’ll give you the choice: swimsuit, clothes, or naked. Pick wisely, because it’s happening.”
“I hate you,” I tell him, pushing out of his hold. “Am I allowed to go inside and get a swimsuit, or do I need an escort to make sure I don’t do anything without you knowing?”
“You’re free to go, but I’ll see you by your pool in fifteen minutes. Don’t be late.”
“Motherfucker, I hope you choke on your walk home.” Why is the bastard so insistent on tormenting me with this? I don’t want to fuck him at the moment, but even that seems easier to do than what he’s asking.
I barely had time for a bathroom break and to put on the first swimsuit I find before I had to head outside to make it in time for his deadline.
He’s already in the water when I step outside. It’s dark out, so maybe no one would notice if I drown him. It’s the only thought that keeps me from focusing on what I’m about to do. Swimming shouldn’t be a big deal. But it feels like it is.
When I get to the side of the pool, he motions to the stairs. “One step at a time.”
Maybe I can hold his head underwater for a few minutes.
I toss my towel on the ground, then go ahead and get in.
“See. It’s not so bad. Let’s make a few laps.” He nods for me to follow as he strokes through the water as I swim alongside him.
My shoulder is fine. Especially compared to the workout I got in the lake. This seems like a breeze. But it’s different. Once I reach the other end of the pool, I stop and hold on to the side.
