My dad’s words echo in my head: laying out the plan for me to be married then head overseas for six months of training.
Another reminder I’m in no mood for. My frustration jumps a notch. It’s April already. The school year ends mid-December. If George doesn’t want to fool around when I have an arranged girlfriend, she’s going to fucking freak when I have an arranged wife.
I need to pin her down now.
“It sounds like someone who needs a reminder. I’ll take care of it.”
But George shuffles towards the door. “No.I’mtaking care of it. This is never happening again. I don’t need to be some boy’s side piece.”
Some boy.
Some boy.
The words create such a cognitive dissonance in my head that it feels like it’s splitting apart. I’m worth a million times more than this girl. I have money, connections, power. I’m the son of the most feared man in the country.
I’m not like my half-brother. There wasn’t a silver spoon in my mouth from birth. I didn’t waltz into this life by accident. I paid my dues on entry, something my nightmares set at a price far higher than I thought I was paying at the time.
How dare she come back to me just to force me to watch her walk away again? This girl who, for reasons beyond my comprehension, I genuinelylike.
I can make her take it back. Right now. Make her do whatever I want. Lick my shoes from here to eternity, lick thefloorif I feel like it. Make her fuck me until she can’t stand.
All I need to do is tell her the debt to the Auckland gang might be paid but the new debt that created with me is not. If words don’t do the trick, a visit to her father to illustrate the validity of the demand would soon ensure compliance.
I canmakeher.
But my body is repelled by the thought. Beforehand, I wouldn’t mind the idea of forcing a girl, but the reason George stuck in my head is that she liked me touching her.
When she flinched away from me earlier today, it felt like a physical blow.
I don’t want her to glare at me while she’s in my company. Not like she is now, eyes so hot, they could toast me like a marshmallow. Glowering at me like I did something far worse than leave her hanging after I fucked her against the wall.
I want her crying, falling apart in my arms. I want her cunt dripping, begging me to insert my fingers, my cock, my knife, anything so long as I make her come like none of her useless boyfriends before now have been able to.
“Okay.” I move away from her, grabbing my t-shirt and keys from the table. It’s an effort, but I keep my features steady, smothering the flames of bitterness before they can burn out of control. “It’s your loss.”
Patience is a virtue, but that doesn’t mean I’m above practising it from time to time.
It will be fun to watch her sway, to watch her falter, to watch her eyes grow weak with longing until she’s begging me to let her in like a rescue puppy desperate to go to a forever home.
I can do it. I know I can.
We’ve barely spent time together, but I already know a half dozen levers I can use on her. Punishments, rewards.
I’ll start softly. Show her how much I respect her boundaries, so she doesn’t feel the need to set new, higher, harsher ones.
“Come on,” I say in my most agreeable tone. “You missed your bus, so I’ll drive you home.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
GEORGE
The eleven-minutesfrom Kingswood College to my house in Linwood is the longest drive of my life. I keep my hands together in my lap, picking at my nail beds until they bleed.
My head is a mess, my stomach not far behind. Every part of me is shaky, as bad as the caffeine jitters but without the energetic side effects.
I can’t believe I put my foot down.
A distant part of my brain has turned into a cheering section, leading a rousing chorus of, ‘You go, girl.’ The rest of me is a pulsating mess of mixed signals. My wet panties bunched, soaked through with the mingled traces of his cum and mine.
