She tries to jerk free as he pinches her nipple and tugs, sending pleasure and pain up her spine. “Oh, oh,” she gasps, trying to kick her legs out and squeeze her fingers free from his tight grip. He tugs on one, and then the other, pulling them taut, making them pebbled and the pink nipples slightly redder. His nails are sharp when he pinches down and she lets out a sharp cry at the pain. “Stop! Please!” she cries.
“So reactive too,” he hums, incredibly satisfied by her reactions.
“Stop, please, please,” she gasps, trembling fearfully as he continues to touch and tease her body, making her knees weak and her body grow hot and cold all at once. His fingers are so warm, plucking her nipples over and over to make her gasp out every time, occasionally digging in with his nails to draw even sharper gasps from her lips.
“You’re begging already? What happened to the world being a dangerous place for the both of us, hmm?” he taunts, capturing her lips when she thinks of begging for him to release her again.
He tastes like champagne and smoke, thick and powerful, so consuming that she doesn’t remember how to breathe, that she even needs to breathe at all until her lungs begin to ache from the need of it. She’s never been kisses so thoroughly before, so dominating and consuming.
She gasps for breath when their lips part, a string of saliva linking their tongues together lewdly. Warm fingers slide down from her breasts to the heat growing between her legs and she shut her eyes against the humiliation as he cups her sex.
“Look how wet you are, so soft and open for me already. I could fuck you right now and you’d just take my cock inside your hungry little pussy, wouldn’t you?”
She shakes her head. “No, no,” she whimpers. “Please let go.”
To her surprise, he does, He steps back and the lack of his hands on her, his body pressing on hers to keep her upright, she slides onto the wet shower floor, her legs folding weakly underneath her, unable to hold onto her own weight.
She covers her breasts with her arms, and bends her head down, too humiliated to look up at him. Her pebbled nipples poke against her arms and she hisses at the pleasure that just the simple touch is enough to elicit.
“Would you like me to leave, then? You should know I will not offer again a second time,” he says. “From what I heard, you haven’t been doing very well in school. You’re behind all your peers and even if you went to college, then what? How long do you think it would take for you to graduate? Do you think you could afford school at all, what with your stepfather pissing away all of your inheritance?”
That makes her look up. “He’s not- he can’t- That’s not true,” she says, aghast.
“You don’t even know what’s happening, do you? You don’t know the world, kitten. Everyone can be bribed. Everyone can be bought. Your lawyer sold you out years ago. Where do you think he had the money to pull this party tonight? Loans?” He scoffs. “Even banks know better than to give him more money. He’s never pays anything back. This is his big shot and you’re ruining it because you’re too selfish.”
She shakes her head, feeling tears pool in her eyes. He’s just saying this to get what he wants. It’s not true. It can’t be true.
“The thing is, he could make a good leader. He has the brains for them and the passion. He knows how to manipulate people into trusting him. You trust him too, don’t you? But deep down, you know he doesn’t love you. He loves power and money and the only reason he’s saying close is because he can get both from you.”
She knows- she knows all that. She whines out, closing her eyes, shame and humiliation coursing through her.
His voice goes soft, gentle, almost. “I can make things work for both of you, kitten. All you have to do, is submit.”
She chokes back a sob, afraid and aroused in equal measures, her body betraying her. She’s never been touched like this before, never been looked at like he’s thinking of taking her apart and ruining her. At least, not so openly.
“If you don’t want my help, that’s perfectly fine with me.” He shrugs and turns around, ready to leave and she doesn’t know if she’s supposed to let him leave. What will happen if he leaves and he’s telling the truth? She’s been trying to meet up with her lawyer for the past few days and he’s been putting it off over and over again. What if she has nothing left?
Chapter Three: Proposition
She watches as he starts to make for the exit, uncertain of what best to do. She’s always thought she had her mother’s inheritance to fall back on, but what if he’s right. What if Daddy had already spent it all? The most horrible thing about everything he’s saying is how much truth there is in them. She isn?
??t very smart. She’s always used her mother’s sickness as and excuse for her delay in graduating high school, but she knows that’s not the whole reason.
She’s never been particularly book smart and she’s never even very street smart. She’s been sheltered her entire life and she continues being sheltered, even now.
He reaches for the doorknob and her heart jumps to her throat.
“Wait,” she gasps, feeling forlorn. When he doesn’t react, she scrambles to her feet and grasps him by his arm, saying louder, “Please,” she whimpers. “Tell me- tell me what I need to do.”
“Good girl,” he grins, teeth glinting in the light, more wolf than man. “My name is Rueben. But I’d rather like d what you called John. I’d like you to call me the same too,” he says calmly, like he’s asking for the time. “Can you do that for me, darling?”
“Da- Daddy?” she squeaks, unsure if she’s heard him right the first time.
“Good girl,” he says, pleased. “Come in the bedroom, kitten. You’ll catch a cold here.” He doesn’t wait for her to respond, picking her up by bending down and curling his arms around her thighs. When he stands, he hoists her over his shoulder and she kicks out instinctively in panic, but her feet doesn’t hit anything because he’s grabbing her thighs too tightly.
He smacks her ass.
“Be good, darling. I’d hate to drop you,” he says and she stops struggling because he sounds excited by the possibility of dropping her.