Her delicate fingers wrap around the edge of the curtain, sending a frisson of fury and desire cutting through me like shards of glass.
"Fine," I snarl out."You win.I've been the one approving every single fucking thing you buy from SwiftCart.I know what you read, what you wear, what you like to watch, and things you buy for adult fun time.”
Her fingers still as a waft of unease flits through the small gap."E- everything?"she asks, her voice soft and timid.
Fuck.Just hearing that vulnerable tone is enough to send me over the edge.Turning, I angle my dick toward the hot spray as I come.It spurts out thick and hot, rope after rope as my knot pulses in time with my heartbeat.It takes everything not to moan out loud as relief shudders down my spine and into my balls, forcing them to clench as more cum spurts from me onto the porcelain.My whole body jerks as my thighs shake, forcing me to brace myself against the wall.
"Everything," I groan as I rest my back against the tile and do my best to get my heart to stop racing by taking slow, measured breaths.My hands drift up and down, still stroking in slow, lazy measures, milking out every last drop.
"Fuck," she mutters under her breath.
"Fuck indeed."
"Are you going to tell my dad?"
"No," I murmur as I wash the remaining bits of cum off my sensitive tip, my cock still half-hard and overstimulated."But I am tempted to spank you again."
"Then do it."
Unfortunately, my spent cock twitches at that breathy plea.
"No, brat," I growl."You'd like that too much.Now get out of here so I can dry off.I'd rather not have to explain to your dad why you know what I look like naked."
Though I can't see her, I can nearly feel the heat coming off her cheeks as she stands there, mulling over my words.Problem is, those aren't the cheeks I want blazing.I want her ass red and marked.I want her squirming and wet.Her asking me to spank her again would just play into her fantasies, and there's no way I won't ruin her—and us—in the process.
Fuck.I just have to get through to January first.
Chapter9
Lila
Misery coatsmy insides as I sit on the couch, looking at the ginormous lit tree in front of me.Soft Christmas music pours in around us, smothering me in a warm cocoon of regret.Robert, Linda, and Nate, of course, don't seem affected by any of this.
Why would they?Linda and Nate weren't here when Mom used to make this a far more chaotic holiday.They weren't here for the wrapping paper fights or the sitting up all night with hot cocoa waiting to catch "Santa" in the act, only to find it was Dad as a "diversion."They weren't here for the absolute joy of the holiday.
Now, I'm forced to sit prim and proper as they go about talking in low, murmured tones.Everything is polite, quiet, and the very antithesis of what I was raised to believe Christmas should be.There was no mad dash to open stockings.No shouts of joy murmured around mouthfuls of donuts bought from down the street.No tinsel everywhere.
Hell, even Nate looks freshly shaven and clean.The shortened sides of his sharp, military haircut go into a perfectly brushed and styled bit of brown hair with not one strand out of place.Precision, excellence, even during the holidays it seems.
In fact, not one thing is out of place.Honestly, since Linda came into our lives, all the disorder seemed to slowly leech from the Bennett household as it transformed into something unrecognizable.It wasn't all at once.It wasn't an overthrow or a fast coup.
If it were, I might have been able to fight back, to claw back some of the entropy that made this house a home.Unfortunately, it was like that damned frog soup.If you want to cook a frog alive, you don't put him into boiling water.He'd just jump out.Instead, you put him in cold water and slowly increase the temperature.He'd acclimate and just boil to death… at least, that's how the Chemistry professor put it.And to think I never learned anything.
Swallowing the displeasure, I do my best to give a soft smile as I nibble on the cinnamon waffles.They're delicious, to be sure.Sourdough, I believe.At least, that's how I understand it.All I know is Linda keeps talking to a jar of weirdness, calling it Doughlivia Gluten-John and mentioning having to feed the baby.It all just looks so alien to me.
As delicious as it is, it's not chaos.It's not fun.Every square is perfect, as if she sculpted them by hand.Each well has just the right amount of syrup.No sprinkles, no fun, just another bit of holiday veneer to hide all the pain behind.Well… my pain at least.I'm sure Dad is quite happy now that he has another bond to shore up the broken one.
Glancing over at Nate, I take in his pinched expression as he glances down at the gifts.I'm not sure why.Once they knew he was coming home, the presents seemed to triple in size.He'll have something for sure.
I nibble on my thumbnail as I look over at my few gifts tucked into the pile.It's so hard to buy for someone when you don't even really know who they are.It's not like I have access to his SwiftCart account to see what he usually buys.
Heat washes over my cheeks as I glance at him again, my thighs pressing together as I remember that he knows exactly whatIbuy.Every filthy thing.Ever since our conversation in the bathroom, he's been avoiding me.Which makes sense.I'd probably avoid him too if I knew he bought strokers or something, if I knew he jerked off thinking about—fuck, what does he think about?Ugh.Why is everything so complicated?
I just need to get through until I can go back to school.Everything will be fine once I'm back at the dorms.Besides, this next semester actually has a class I'm excited for!So there's that bit of positivity I can count on.
Again, I look over at the pile of gifts as a small smile lifts my lips.Dad knows I'm taking my first design class, so maybe some of these things will help with that!In an instant, all my angst about Christmases past seems to melt away as I grab a forkful of my waffle.
Linda sees it and smiles so wide and genuine that I feel bad for my negative thoughts about her.It's not as if she came in and threw out all the fun… I just don't think she knows how to really let loose.
