My hands were fisted on either side of me, so they had something to do other than reaching out and touching him. Hearing the way his voice went from his usual deep tone to something far more throaty, yet authoritative, turned me inside out. I was a wreck in that moment, and I desperately tried to hold it together.
How is it possible for me to want my stepdad like this?
But the thing that shocked me the most, the thought that kept replaying in my mind over and over again, was how Iwantedto touch him. My palms itched with a desire I’d never felt with anyone else before and I was utterly captivated by the image of being owned by him.
Those ideas hit me all at once, my imagination ran wild, and only one thing remained… wondering how he would sound moaning directly into my ear as he gently gave me every inch of him. Feeding it to me in slow rapture. And I knew without a shadow of a doubt, if I let him touch me, if I gave myself to him… he is a ride I wouldn’t survive. One I would become addicted to in a way I’d never be free of.
What is wrong with me?
But at the same time, it pissed me off to the nth degree because who does he think he is? Ordering me to do something as mundane as picking up the towelhedidn’t secure properly, and thathecould’ve bent down and grabbed himself. But what infuriates me more is the fact I actually did it.
I unabashedly got down on my knees for that man and I’ve tried for however long now to try and shake off the thoughts of what he looked like looming over me, but my brain just proceeds to play it continuously and refuses to quit.
I should’ve just punched him in the dick for asking me to do something like that, but I didn’t. I was so taken aback by his demand my mind simply went completely blank; there was nothing working up there. And embarrassingly enough, I sat on the floor for a further ten minutes after he left me sitting there.
Shaking those thoughts from my mind, I set my phone onto the coffee table and readjust myself on the settee. Crossing my arms and resting them both onthe back of the sofa, I lean my chin on top of them and stare out the window into nothingness.
Time passes so slowly when there is absolutely nothing to do. Luckily, I have a few weeks’ paid holiday from work, so that’s one thing I don’t need to worry about, but more than anything, it was my side business I was concerned for. How on earth was I going to have enough time to film any kind of content for my followers if I was stuck in a house withhimfor the foreseeable future? Especially with Jack skulking around the house like Dracula.
I’m pretty sure the man would have a heart attack if he caught me doing anything remotely related to the type of online work I do. So, if I’m stuck here until the weather breaks… I’ll need to think of ways to get around Jack finding out what I do in my downtime.
Boredom begins to settle in as I continue to watch thick white flakes fall to the already high mounds of snow on the ground. A relaxing feeling comes over me as my eyes begin to flutter softly and the world around me begins to blur, and even though I don’t want to take a nap, the only thing I think of as I slowly drift off… is how one hour won’t hurt.
After my actions toward Robyn earlier, I decided to hole up in my office and get a few meetings done with the security team as well as some of the companies I take care of. It was better to keep myself busy and focused on work than thinking abouther.But during those quiet lulls and breaks between work, as well as setting up contracts with new clients, my thoughts always strayed back to Robyn and the innocent look on her face.
That should never have happened.
And I knew that.
Yet my control seems to waver every single time I’m in her presence. I acted on impulse, allowing myself to imagine things I shouldn’t, and the entire time I was waging a war with myself on whether I should walk away… or punish her for trying to leave the house in dangerous weather.
If she were anyone else, I’d have dragged her into the living room and spanked her for having such a smart mouth.
And I wanted to. God, I wanted to.
Except I didn’t. I took the towel from her, wrapped it around myself, and put as much distance between us as possible because even with a house the size of mine, it still didn’t feel far enough.
I have to keep the line drawn.
Because if I don’t, if I allow myself to be drawn into her any further than I already am, it would create a multitude of unnecessary issues I neither want or need. The fact she’s Jennifer’s daughter didn’t even come into play. It didn’t exist, and I didn’t give a fuck.
By the time I finally ventured out of my office in search of something to eat, it was already five o’clock. The house was completely quiet, and I’d wondered if she had left, except when I peeked through the gap of my bedroom door to check on her, I noticed her luggage and bag still resting on top of my bed.
When I eventually found Robyn, she was asleep in the living room, curled up in the fetal position and breathing softly.
The girl clearly sleeps like the dead because as her phone started to ping with various messages from someone called Toby, she didn’t stir once. And what did I do? I stood there, like some fucking degenerate, watching her sleep for what felt like hours… but must’ve only been a handful of minutes. The melodious sound of her gentle breathing put me into a hypnotic state and I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
Why does she have such an effect on me?
Robyn’s lips were ever so slightly parted, those long black eyelashes of hers dusting the space just below her eyes, twitching slightly as she dreamed, and I knew then and there I was already becoming addicted to her. Because if I could do something as simple as watch her sleep, there’s no telling what I’d be willing to do for her… or to her.
Stay away from her, Jack.
I berated myself internally for lightly brushing back the few strands of hair that had fallen over her face while she dozed. This wasn’t me. I wasn’t like this. I had never been a tender person when it came to women, but when she was like this, it was hard not to be.
As I stood there, that incessant pinging of her phone began to irritate me further and I couldn’t stop myself from wanting to know who the fuck was so desperate to get a hold of her.
She’s sleeping, god damn it.
