I tore my eyes away and looked down at my plate, covered in crumbs. I’d finished my toast. Time to get out of here.
“It doesn’t matter,” I said, standing up, my plate in one hand. “I’m not playing this stupid game.”
“Hang on,” Taylor said, grabbing my arm.
“Don’t touch me —” I began, but before I knew what was happening, I was pulled to the couch. I landed on my ass with a gasp, and before I could scramble away, Taylor held his body over mine. His face was close enough that I could see his individual lashes. They were long and curled, but they didn’t make him look girly. Instead, his face was already so masculine with its defined jaw and straight nose that he just looked even more perfect. Fucker.
“Let go of me,” I said, trying to push past him, but he wrapped both hands around my shoulders, keeping me flush against the back of the couch.
I knew Taylor was strong, but I’d spent the whole summer working out at the gym. I won’t lie — part of my motivation was the thought of being stronger than Taylor.But it seemed he’d worked out too.
“Why won’t you play our competition?” he asked.
“Because it’s dumb and a waste of time.”
“It’s not. Don’t you want the opportunity to make me your slave?”
“Not really.”
He smirked. “It’d be the one time in your life you’d actually be superior to me.”
“Shut up. You’re so fucking annoying.”
He lost his smile. “I should have known you were a pussy. Too scared to do anything. Not only that, a liar too.”
“I’m not a liar,” I protested.
“Uh-huh,” he said. “Well, we’ll see soon enough. When we have our competition. If you come in ten seconds, well.” He pouted. “We’ll see I was right all along.”
“I’m not a liar,” I repeated. “You’ll see that.”
“So you agree? You’re gonna play the game?”
Sometimes I fantasised about fighting him, getting him on the ground with my knee on his chest. But I didn’t just want to hurt him. I wanted to humiliate him. I wanted to make him feel as small and unimportant as he made me feel.
“Yeah,” I said impulsively. “It’s going to feel so good when I win. I can’t wait to make you my bitch.”
He laughed, and I took the opportunity to slide out of his grip. Once I was off the couch, I brushed myself down, then looked at him. “This Friday. Nine PM. Get ready to lose.”
He grinned, flashing a row of straight white teeth. “Can’t wait.”
CHAPTER FOUR
The Competition
The following week was orientation week, which was all about parties, alcohol, having fun and meeting new people. Classes wouldn’t start for another week. So why the hell was I studying?
The answer was simple. I’d foolishly agreed to Taylor’s competition, so now I had five days — not even a full week — to learn how to be good at sex, otherwise Taylor would steal my bedroom, and I’d be exiled to the tiny dark jail cell.
Rationally, I knew I’d done something stupid, and I should call the competition off, but I was determined to see this through. For the most part, I was an organised person, and I’d learned copious amounts of information in a short time before. How hard was it to learn to be good at sex? Besides, it would feel so good to win and make Taylor answer to my every beck and call. I’d already daydreamedabout the things I’d make him do. He’d carry my bags when I went shopping. He’d cook me dinner and then he’d serve it to me like a waiter. I’d make him compliment me every morning. I’d make him do all the household chores. I’d make him rub my shoulders if I felt tense, and I’d make him accompany me to restaurants and cafes if I wanted to eat out, but didn’t want to go alone.
That life was so close, I could almost touch it. All I had to do was reach for it.
I rubbed my eyes, and stared down at the book I was reading. I’d downloaded a bunch of ebooks off the internet about sex, and how to be good at it. The page before me was describing the woman’s G spot. I read, absorbing the information. A few pages later, the book talked about the male equivalent to the G spot, the prostate. I didn’t need to read about that because it wasn’t as if I’d be tested on sticking a finger up a guy’s ass.
I found myself reading it anyway. I’d always been curious about the prostate, even though I’d never done anything with my ass, not even when I was extremely horny. It just felt scary to me. But I heard it felt good.
The information was actually pretty interesting, but I couldn’t linger on it long before the book whisked me off to the next topic, which was all about cunnilingus.
