Fuck. I probably should have spent a little more time listening not just to the sound of her cute chirpy voice, but to the things she was actually saying.
“Well, now, I’m saying no.”
“You can’t just prevent me from going!” she huffs out. “It’s my dream!”
“And I’m not? You’d choose college over me?”
“Of course not.” Her chin is trembling. “I never want to leave you. I was thinking… I was thinking you’d come visit me every holiday. Maybe even on the weekends, if you… if you really have all the money you say you do. I’d work a part time job so I could come back to Astley a lot, too.”
“Holidays are not enough. Weekends are not enough. I need to see you every day, Piper.”
“Well, then,” she pleads, “you could come and live with me. Why can’t you?”
Because I’m a fucking Devil soldier. And the only way to get out is to die.
But instead of telling her the truth, I lash out, “I’m not going to uproot my life for you.”
She edges back from me, and the hand that was lying on her ass closes around air instead. “But I’m supposed to? I’m supposed to sacrifice my dreams for you?”
She looks furious, but I’m capable of a lot more fury than she is.
“You’re supposed to do what I tell you to,” I growl. “I said no. End of story.”
It’s clearly not the end of the story. She’s sitting back on the bed, her ass on her heels, her arms crossed, and for the first time, I have the uncomfortable sensation that she’s putting up a wall.
“You don’tactuallyown me, you know,” she says. “And you’re not going to stop me from doing this.”
I lunge at her, pushing her down on the mattress, straddling her thighs and trapping her below me. “I’m a lot fucking stronger than you, Piper,” I threaten.
She tries to wriggle out of my grasp, even though I can feel thewetness of her panties against my crotch leaving a damp spot. Her dress is riding up around her middle, and I want to fuck her right now, and not be gentle about it. Just to remind her I really do fucking own her.
But her set jaw tells me this situation is going to be more complicated to deal with than with just a good hard fuck.
“You can’t forcefully keep me here,” she scoffs. “Not everything is about strength.”
“Oh, really?” I flip her over to her stomach, raise my hand and let it fall on her ass, hard. She huffs out in frustration, and I can tell it’s because she wants to stay angry at me, but there’s no disguising her arousal. “I can gag and bind you and put you in my closet, and physically keep you from college.”
She actually laughs at that, even though I’m 100% serious. But hopefully she won’t have to find that out, because saying the words makes me realize just how fucked up it is.
Instead of continuing in that verbally threatening vein, I rip off her panties, and she gasps out a shuddering breath, no longer trying to hide her arousal. I smack her ass hard, turning her already very pink cheeks a dark purple, restraining her wrists so she can’t try to shield them. She’s writhing below me in pain, but the wetness between her thighs tells me how much she enjoys it.
I’m about to fucking remind her who owns her, because she’s clearly forgotten it.
“Are you going to behave, cricket?” I growl.
“No!”
I zero in on her thighs now, painting them a beautiful shade of crimson, as her body is coated in a glistening sheen of sweat.
“And now?”
“Never!”
By now, I know it’s not about college anymore. She’s egging me on because she thrives on the pain. Just like me.
But I can tell she’s reaching a hard limit, so I stop spanking herand instead thrust two fingers into her ass. She squeals, trying to squirm away from me, but that only makes it hurt all the more, because I keep her firmly trapped under me.
“Take it like a good girl, cricket.”
