Instead of replying or doing as he demanded, I reach out of the shower and open the drawer under the sink. Inside is my favorite toy, a crystal dildo.
I look back at the mirror and lick the tip like I want to do to Drug's delicious dick and listen to him groan but suddenly I see an image clear as day in my head. He's standing in my bedroom just outside my restroom door.
It's not a future vision because I can still see myself in the mirror but Drug is sending me an image of his hand pumping himself.
I guess my plan worked a little.
I rub myself with the dildo before pushing it deep inside. I match my pumps to Drug's, twisting and wiggling it to hit my g-spot.
I'm close, Drug.
The door opens and my beast comes in, kicking it shut behind him. His hand is wrapped around his length, pumping it while watching me. He steps into the shower, uncaring of his clothes getting soaked.
I continue to fuck myself as he leans down and presses his lips to mine, tangling his tongue to mine with abandon.
I pull the crystal out and let it drop to the tiles just as Drug grabs my leg off the wall. He pulls me up to match his height and slams his swollen cock deep into me. I scream as he hits the end of my channel and he swallows down my voice.
Up against the wall, Drug pounds my pussy and all too soon I'm skydiving off the cliff of ecstasy with him on my heels.
Laying his forehead against mine, we breathe each other's exhales.
"I'm going to work on blocking out your teasing, Ronny. I'm pretty sure your sister saw my boner when I ran up here."
I want to laugh and hiss at the same time. No one sees his dick but me, but at least I threw him off his game for a moment.
"Now you need to leave so I can finish up my shower." I push his chest but he doesn't move.
"I think I'll stay and you can scrub my back for me."
Is he for real?
"I know you come from a century of docile women and barbaric men but I will not be scrubbing your furry ass. I will not be cooking like a domestic woman and I will not be cleaning up after you. I'm a strong independent woman who will literally neuter you if you try and bend me to your will. Got it, pup?"
I turn around and grab a loofa and hand it to him, "Scrub my back."
I crack up at his huff of annoyance before he actually begins scrubbing my back. Seems youcanteach an old dog new tricks.
"I will be bending you to my will, Black. You watch and see." His whisper meets my ear before his teeth sink into my neck.
Oh fuck, here we go again.
Later that night, Darren arrives with a bag of books.
"Dare Bear! Did you get me what I asked for?" Roxy yells with delight as she bounds down the stairs with Joker in tow. I've learned the brother's names but I like the ones I've pinned them with.
"No, Rox. I did not get you a virgin nun, you'll just have to drink blood from... wherever you get your blood from."
What. The. Fuck?
"You wanted to drink from a fucking nun, Roxy?" Rory asks as everyone but Joker looks at her like she's insane.
"Of course not! I just wanted to see how long it would take to corrupt her."
I don't know why I'm surprised. Roxy is always looking for some nonsensical way of having fun. I use the wordfunvery fucking loosely.
"Anyway," Darren says pulling old leather bound books from the duffle bag, "there are very few books that can teach magic but they're all for witchlings. I figured we can use these to tap into or help pull your magic forward."
Drug sits next to me and lifts one of the books from the table, sniffing at it like a weirdo.