“You wanna play?” His hand shoots out lightning fast, clasping onto my throat. “Let’s play.”
He flings me into the wall, then he’s on me, tearing my shorts and panties down my legs. My head smacking against the plaster leaves me dazed.
“When are you gonna learn?” Sandman sneers, spinning me around.
A few seconds later, he’s tunneling his dick into my pussy—just the tip.For now.I press my palms against the wall as he moves in and out of me with short, measured thrusts. He sweeps one hand into my thick curls and the other between my thighs, seeking my clit.
“Don’t,” I whisper.
“You don’t want to come?” he murmurs, passion resonating in his husky baritone.
“No.”
I don’t want anything from him, except to be left alone.
“Too fucking bad. Your body is mine to control and you can’t do a damn thing about it.”
His fingers stroke, knead, and pluck, forcing me closer to completion. I mentally fight against my body’s response to him, but my efforts are in vain. I’m powerless against his touch. My pussy greedily sucks on his swollen head, the wet noises a testament to my surrender.
“I don’t want this,” I breathe.
“Your mind doesn’t, but your body does,” he rasps, his lipssoftly grazing the shell of my ear. “You’re about to come. I know because I can feel your clit getting bigger… fuller. Stop fighting it.”
My breathy moans sound foreign to my ears. I bite my tongue, shaking with the effort not to roll my hips against his hand.
“Go ahead, make it rain on my cock.”
Sandman lightly pinches my magic spot and that does it. I tumble over the precipice, diving headlong into waves of raw ecstasy; my slick walls clamping down on him.
“Fuck yes!” Sandman shouts, his forehead dropping heavily onto my shoulder. “That delicious cunt soaking me, hot and so fucking ripe.” His strong grip tightens in my hair as he fills me. “Take my seed… it’s all for you.”
I melt against his granite frame, my heart racing, my breath intertwining with his. Without warning, he slams my head into the wall, and then I’m being carried. The sudden attack leaves me whirling. Darkness seeps into the corners of my vision, but somehow I manage to stay conscious, though barely.
By the time I become fully lucid, I’m already locked inside the cremation chamber.
“Please let me out!” I scream hysterically, expecting flames to engulf me at any moment. “I’m sorry for going over to Jace’s house!”
Death by fire. I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy. To smell oneself essentially being cooked alive is a horrific way to go.
“Let me out!” I bang my fists against the metal door, oblivious to the pain radiating up my arms.
Seconds stretch into endless minutes, time seemingly distorted, passing by at a snail’s pace. Every day he breaks me a little more. Sooner or later, he’s going to land me right in the psych ward.
“Let me the fuck out of here!”
The electric hum of the door lifting fills me with instant relief. I launch myself through the opening, toppling awkwardly onto the floor, my shorts and panties still around my knees.
Sandman crouches beside me. “If I find you getting cozy withanother motherfucker again…” he says, caressing my cheek. “You burn.”
“We weren’t getting cozy!” I argue, wanting to scratch his eyeballs out but unwilling to risk being locked inside the cremation chamber again. “We were practicing for the school musical!”
“You were alone with him,” Sandman snarls. “I call that getting fucking cozy.”
“So I can’t be alone with any guys?” I ask incredulously.
“No.” Sandman glides his index finger through the semen coating my inner thighs and rubs it on my lips. “You’re not allowed to be alone with any male unless I say otherwise. Got it?”
“Yes,” I hiss.
