Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God…!
Make his dick hard? Is he joking?
One look at his face tells me he isn’t. Maybe I knew it all along – that he was attracted to me. Maybe that was the main reason I was doing what I was doing, but I never expected this. He’s a rich, handsome, powerful man. But he’s also sleeping with my mom for crying out loud! It’s not like anything was actually ever going to happen.
But then again, look at us now…
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” Baron nods as my face betrays my emotions. “You’re eighteen now, Pixie. You’re a woman, and I’m going to show you where dressing like that gets you. Now take those goddamn shorts off before I rip them off too.”
“Baron, no…please…”
I can’t take the humiliation. It’s bad enough that my breasts are out, but for him to see the…rest of me?
The reality of the situation is starting to close in on me. This isn’t just going to stop anytime soon. He’s serious. Quivering, I back away from him, but he advances on me, eyes fierce, until my back hits the wall.
“You’re really going to make me do it, aren’t you?”
Baron is terrifying. I’m seriously shaking now. I can’t tell whether he wants to strip me naked or slap me in the face. Suddenly, Harry doesn’t seem so bad anymore.
“I…I can’t…” Even my words betray me. I’m whimpering like a child. Where are my nerves? Where’s my spunk? It’s like Baron has drained me of everything and left me as nothing but a shell of myself before him.
“This is what that boy would have done to you,” he tells me, slipping a finger in the hem of my shorts. My core goes tight, trembling as he pulls. I want to stop him, but I can’t move. My body will not listen to me. “Every action has a consequence, and acting like a slut will get you treated like a slut.”
He pulls harder, and when I feel the cool air on my mound, I manage to make myself move. I snatch his wrist with one hand and try to stop him, but all it does is make him laugh.
“How can you be so naïve? You really think you can fight me off? You couldn’t even fight off that little pussy boy back there, and I’m twice his size.”
A burst of heat flares inside me, wrapping me in its painful embrace like my blood has been replaced by lava. Shame. It overwhelms me as my stepdad pulls my shorts down over my hips. They fall to the floor, leaving me standing before him in nothing but my panties.
“Christ, a fucking thong too. When did you start wearing those?”
“I…I’m eighteen now…”
“So that means you can dress like a whore, huh?” He just shakes his head, his eyes fixed between my legs. No. Please don’t ask me to…
“Take them off.”
My body starts to tingle. First my fingers, then my cheeks and nose. My mouth goes dry. I’m pretty sure I’m about to either pass out or fall over. I knew Baron was an intimidating man, but being on the receiving end of his wrath is something else.
“I—I can’t.”
“No? That’s going too far?” he asks. “Walking around in next to nothing isn’t the same thing as walking around in nothing, is it?”
I can only shake my head.
“Well, too bad,” he replies. He steps closer to me. I can feel his heat. Smell his scent. It’s like an unseen force emanates from his body, threatening to crush me. “Because look what you’ve done to me, Pixie.”
He reaches out and slides his hand around the back of my head and forces my eyes down to his crotch, where a thick bulge has formed beneath his pants. The sight is almost too much for me to process.
This is wrong on so many levels, I simply do not know how to process that. Or any of this.
Unable to speak, I simply stand there with my eyes fixed on his bulge. After a moment, he takes control of the situation, hooks his thumbs into my panties, and pulls them down.
“You’ve tortured me, and now I’m going to show you what it feels like. I’m going to torture you too.”
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