Page 23 of Break Me Gently

“I hope you still like salmon,” she murmured.

She pushed the plate over and lifted her sandwich. I stared at the sandwich. It was my favourite and she remembered. She began telling me about her tuition lesson and study plan for the day.

I listened while biting into the soft malted bread. The salty smoked salmon and cream cheese made me pause and savour the sandwich.

She passed me a fork for the salad.

“Thanks,” I said quietly.

This wasn’t what I expected after five years of absence. The resentment didn’t magically fade away, but it made me focus on all the things I used to dislike about Amber. She’d never been a bad kid. Annoying, but always amiable.

Always lurking.

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“Thanks for helping me,” she said, closing her book.

I’d needed algebra, calculus, and statistics in my course, so it was easy for me to help her, but I wasn’t doing it entirely without motive.

“How about you thank me properly?”

I stood to remove my T-shirt.

Her eyes dropped to my hard cock. She made me feel like a teenager again. Always hard and horny. My foundation year at university had been difficult to adapt to—trying to stay focused on what lay ahead, not constantly thinking about getting laid.

“Remove your clothes,” I said, glancing at the clock. There was plenty of time before Isabella got back from work.

Amber began removing her clothes slowly, every so often shooting me a wary look. The darkest part of me enjoyed controlling her. This was Isabella’s daughter. When my dad got permission to adopt her, it meant Zoe and Mark gave up their parental rights. A get-out-of-jail-free card.

When Isabella adopted me, it was confirmation that my mother never wanted me.

“Get on your knees and crawl.”

Her eyes widened, but I stood my ground. The silence continued until the tension was electric.

Naked and shivering, she sank to the floor.

Something eased in my chest, and the anger began to ebb away.

I lowered my sweatpants enough to free my cock, tucking them beneath my balls.

“Show me what a good girl you are,” I said, watching as her eyes locked on my cock.

Chapter 13

Amber

He looked like he was about to blow, and not in a good way. Zach, in his casual cruelty, had let things happen through his girlfriend and friends, but he hadn’t hurt me directly. My rationale wasn’t healthy, but seeing him after so long had hit me hard.

Hard enough for me to crawl to him. That twisted need to connect with him in any way I could.

I knew what he wanted.

I pressed my palms to the floor and began to crawl from my desk to where he stood beside my bed. My knees scraped the floor, and my breasts swayed beneath me. My skin prickled with heat and humiliation, but I still felt myself grow wet. I clenched my thighs together so I could create friction between them.

“Amber,” he murmured, when I stopped in front of him. “On your knees, and show me how much you need my cock.”

This wasn’t quite how I’d pictured my first blow job attempt. Statistical research had indicated the specimen would be much more manageable than what stood before me.