So, why is it I can’t take my eyes off her and halt the filthy thoughts running through me?
I know the outline of my half-hard cock sits directly within her field of vision, but she’s very gracefully choosing to ignore it. Her hands fumble around the wooden floor in search of my towel.
I could help her, but I won’t.
She must finally make contact with it because when she raises her hand, pushing the fabric into my own, I grip it tightly and wrap it back around my waist. My stare still constant, unwavering, controlling her, and silently letting her know she can move when I say she can.
When the towel is secure enough, I crouch down to her level and cup the underside of her chin with my palm once more, lightly brushing my thumb over her plump bottom lip. Murmuring two words so softly they’re almost released as a whisper. “Good girl.”
Her breath hitches the moment she hears them, and as though realising I heard her little whimper of need, she jerks her chin from my grasp, and I snicker gruffly. I don’t wait for her to say anything as I stand back to my full height and step back. “Your bags will be back in my room, and just like last night you’ll sleep in my bed. I’ll take the couch until the weather dies down.” I grab her bags andwalk towards the stairs, leaving her in the atrium. Still sitting on her knees, her face filled with shock, and mine with nothing but a smirk.
Lifting my phone, I flip the camera to record a minute of snowfall before sending it over to Letty, panning from left to right and recording the living area I’m sitting in that’s situated just behind the kitchen. Currently, I’m lounging on the sofa directly in front of one of the large floor-to-ceiling windows that are supposed to overlook the stunning view of the lake, but all I see in front of me is snow, condensation on the glass, and the complete whiteout covering everything.
I send the video to Letty and wait until the ticks turn blue. Within seconds the three little dots begin bouncing up and down on the screen and I smirk, knowing she’s about to write something to make me laugh.
Letty: Now that’s some fucking rich people living room shit right there. At least you’re in that big ass house rather than a motel or some shit. Sent: 03:15
Letty: That’s gotta suck though. Are you alone? Sent: 03:15
Robyn: No… currently stuck with my stepdad. Or, at least he will be until he divorces the momster. Sent 03:16
Letty: First, I hate your mother, second… is he hot? Sent: 03:19
Robyn: Is who hot? Sent 03:20
Letty: *eyeroll emoji* Pops. Sent: 03:20
Robyn: I’m not dignifying that with an answer. Sent 03:21
I met Letty when I started coding for SecureNet a couple of years ago—she works at the LA branch while I’m posted at the London one. We hit it off when I called for support on a live hack that was happening on my side, and since then, we’ve practically spoken every day. We’ve never met in person, but this was the year all that was supposed to change.
If I ever get out of here.
Letty: I’ll take that as a yes. Sent: 03:22
Urgh, I can practically hear that giggle of hers from all the way over in her LA apartment. There’s no way in hell I could tell her about what he made me do earlier. She would have a field day with the jokes and the innuendos. Not only that but she would hound me over the girth, colour, and length of Jack’s cock, and I wouldn’t put it past her to make a mathematical formula for hand-to-cock ratio either.
I tried not to look, I really did, but with the angle at which it hung there, and using my peripheral vision, I managed to just about see the entire length of it, and honestly… it’s quite possibly a destroyer of worlds. And cervixes.
Robyn: *eyeroll emoji* Fine… for an old guy he doesn’t… suck. Sent 03:25
Letty: No, but you should *wink emoji* Sent: 03:25
Robyn: You read far too many taboo romance books for my liking. He’s my stepdad, Letty, I won’t be sucking anything of his. Sent 03:26
Letty: Yet… *wink emoji* Sent: 03:28
Robyn: Will you stop sending me wink emojis!? It’s not happening! Sent 03:28
Letty: *wink emoji* *wink emoji* *wink emoji* Sent: 03:29
Robyn: I hate you. Sent 03:30
All I’ve been able to think about since it happened this morning, was how my body reacted to Jack so easily, as though it was any normal, natural thing. The way his eyes darkened the moment I made the decision to get on my knees and pick up his towel from the floor, and how my body practically melted with need when he called me a good girl.
Shivers erupted over my skin, and I could practically hear—and feel—the sensation of my blood pumping through my veins and throbbing in my ears. I felt the atmosphere around us change so rapidly I barely had a chance to get my thoughts in order, and even though previously I wasn’t prepared to be trapped in the house with him… now, I’m not so sure how I feel about it.
I should be disgusted with how I was seconds away from begging him to press his soft looking lips against mine, and I’ve cursed myself repeatedly for thinking of it as much as I have.
