Jay elbowed him in the ribs and he swung her up in his arms. Water poured off her body in sheets as he walked through the shallow end and up the tiled steps, heading not for the house but one of the plastic loungers where his stepmother had used to drink and ogle the pool boy.
He set Jay down on one, ass-first, throwing out a hand to cushion her skull when her neck snapped back. “Put your hands over your head. I want both your wrists.”
“It’s cold,” Jay chattered, as if the water hadn’t rendered her top completely sheer and he couldn’t see this for himself. “C-can’t we go inside if we’re going to f-fuck?”
“You should have thought of that before you jumped into my pool with your clothes on.”
The lounger creaked dangerously as he joined her on it. This was far more precarious than fucking on the love seat in her living room and he found himself wondering if the plastic and rubber might snap beneath their combined weight.
Jay gripped the sides of the chair, head tilting back to watch him with wide eyes as he tugged at a lock of her wet hair, twisting the curl around his finger until her face was tugged towards his.
“You’re not afraid to take Daddy’s punishment, are you?”
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Here in the darkness, cloaked in their own private world of darkness, it was almost possible to forget everything but him and the electric impulses flashing beneath her skin as he touched her like a man possessed. God, he was terrifying—like a pagan god, wild as wine.
She envied the girl she had been. The girl who had been able to resist him.
Now she could not imagine him from her life any more than she could imagine herself dead.
Punish me, she thought, leaning into that rough, claiming kiss.I deserve it.
She must have spoken the words aloud because his fingers bit into her skin. Then he was yanking her pants off. It was difficult—the fabric was clingy and wet, and he had to roll themoff her legs slowly once he got past the backs of her knees, which he did.
It made her nervous, him being on his knees so close to her thighs, but he was still holding her pants, pulling them taut with a wet snap that made her flinch before rolling them out longwise.Restraints, she realized, when he hauled her hands over her head and tied her loosely to the chair. Wet pants were not nearly as effective as his leather handcuffs and she could have easily wriggled away if she’d wanted to, but she didn’t. She let him tie her to the chair.
She watched the flex of muscle in his arms as he worked, the efficiency of the act making her wonder, for the first time, how many other women he had tied up. She could feel him breathing, warm puffs of air against her chilled throat, and was surprised by the sharp stab of jealousy that she felt. Her fingers spasmed when he bent to kiss her palm, the impulse traveling down her veins like liquid gold burning up her blood, and she thought:I want him.
“W-what would you have d-done to me if I d-didn’t r-run?”
“Exactly what I’m going to do to you now.”
The cold rushed in as her breath rushed out. She leaned towards him, but he pushed her back down with a shake of his head. Filled with something far too fluttery to be dread, Jay watched him stride to his discarded pants at the other end of the pool and pick something up. The patio lights bathed him in milky light, throwing skin and muscle into bas-relief. Water matted the hair on his chest and trailed over the grooves of his belly in quicksilver streaks, before dripping lower.
Jay nearly choked on the dryness of her own throat.
Nicholas tore open the condom and sheathed himself before swinging himself over her prone body. He didn’t enter herright away, though. He ran a hand over her body, in a single possessive stroke, before gripping her hips, just over the hard girdle of bone. She thought his hands might be shaking. “Look at you,” he rasped, almost involuntarily.
And then he fucked into her on a sharp, shallow thrust that made her cry out in surprise as he slid along her inner walls. The stretch of it almost hurt, especially with the cold making her body so stiff, but his skin was hot and the ache was familiar; it went all the way down to her heart.
As he sank deeper, he braced his hand on her ribs, keeping her flat. The other slid between her legs, shockingly warm. “How long were you in the pool?”
“I—” He watched her face as he touched her clit. The porch lights didn’t reach this far and half of him was in shadow. As soon as her breathing picked up, he took his hand away despite her protest. “W-wait! I’m sorry—I d-don’t know! I’msorry.”
“Only good girls get to come, little bird. Sorry girls lie there and take it.” The chair creaked dangerously as he lifted her up by the backs of her thighs, forcing her to wrap her legs around his slim hips for purchase as he drove into her at a steeper angle. The pressure was exquisite now; she could feel the gouge of his pelvis with each stroke, the impact jolting her back against the slats as the metal shrieked under their combined weight. “And slutty girls just get fucked until Daddy’s had enough.”
“Aaah.”He was being forceful enough that she could feel her ass sinking through the gaps in the slats. They were really testing the limits of the chair now, Jay thought. His knees were nearly touching the ground and one of his hands was actually braced against the rough concrete.
He didn’t seem to care, though. It was like he had something to prove. From the very moment that she had woken up to findhim in her room, she had sensed his frenetic energy. Something wild had driven him to her, and now he was releasing his passions the only way he knew how.
Maybe I have something to prove, too, she thought, tilting her hips to meet him, even as she struggled to hold onto the slippery metal rails that were slick from pool water.
“Fucking me back isn’t going to change my mind.”
“I don’t care,” she gasped.
The wind blew an errant lock of hair into her face. At this angle, she had a full view of his vast backyard, though most of it was upside-down. She loved the sweeping rows of his mother’s roses, which were cast in thick bars of darkness from the wall of cypress that blocked the scaled-off side of the property from the eyes of the street below. Jay had always thought that its mock Greek Revival façade had the appearance of a palace fortress.
