“Then shut up.”
She looked up at him hopelessly. “Don’t you want to?”
“Want to what?”
“Why won’t you…?”
“Oh, you mean, ‘Why won’t I fuck you like the cock-hungry little whore you are?’” He urged the dildo inside her. “Few reasons.”
Cheryl’s eyes rolled back. “Ungh… like?”
“Well, first of all, so you understand I can do whatever I want to you, whenever I want.” He flashed her a savage smile. “Do you understand that, Cheryl?”
KitKat. Call me—
Patrick pulsed the toy inside her so fast her thoughts scrambled.
“I understand,” she breathed. “But—”
“Second of all,” he continued as though she hadn’t spoken. “I want to break you.”
Cheryl blinked, not quite sure she’d heard right. “You want to…?”
“Break you,” he said quietly. “That control you’ve never given anyone? It’s mine. I’m taking it and I’ll never give it back.”
She felt a genuine throb of fear. “Patrick.”
A cold flash of teeth. “Don’t you mean Patty-Bear? That’s what I am, aren’t I? Your teddy bear? Your bestest friend?”
Say ‘buddy,’ she thought. Say that stupid, malicious safeword before this ruins both of us.
But another feeling was rising inside her. The arrogance that had seen her through private school, through countless hours of work, bad relationships, judgment and caring for her mother. She finger-combed her sweaty hair into place. “Okay, Patty-Bear.”
His eyes burned with something like hatred but she couldn’t stop. She clasped her hands to her naked chest. “Oh, Patty-Bear, you’re so nice! You’re such a nice guy. I think about you when I rub my pussy at night because you’re so fucking nice.”
She ran a finger over her lower lip and when his gaze followed, she saw what he’d so far kept hidden. Deep, desperate longing. She kissed her finger, pouting her lips.
“Won’t you make love to me, Patrick?” she said in her sweetest, honeyest voice. “Don’t you want to be my boyfriend?”
Patrick’s jaw bulged. “Shut your mouth, or I’ll shove my dick down it ‘til you can’t breathe.”
“Do it.”
Cheryl paid for her moment of rebellion. He pounded her with her dildo, his knees pinning her thighs to the bed. She jolted and screamed and scratched at him, but he leaned back so she couldn’t get his face and barely seemed to feel her anywhere else. She might as well have been trapped in an iron maiden for all she could move him. She came, hissing like a demon, and then something happened that had never happened before. Wetness flowed from her in a short stream, gushing all over both of them.
Patrick cackled, shaking his head like he’d been caught in summer rain. “You sexy little bitch.”
Cheryl slammed her hands over her face and he wrenched them away, still working the fake cock inside her. “Ever squirt before?”
She shook her head.
“Say it.”
“No!”
“Say it or I’ll make you fuck yourself ‘til you bleed.”
“Never! I’ve never squirted before!”
