“You’re not the help.”
“It’s just a few plates.”
He takes my hand and raises it over my head, turning me to face him and pulling my arm around his neck. His other hand rests on the small of my back, pulling my body flush against his. “They can take care of it,” he says, bending to rest his forehead on mine. “Your job is to take care of me.”
“Is that right?” I ask, smiling up at him.
“Damn right,” he says. “Now, Cherry Pie, you want to show me how good you serve me?”
“Right now?” I ask, running my finger down the center line between the ridges of his abs and hooking it into his belt.
“Right now,” he says.
I start to sink to the ground, but he grabs me under the arms and hauls me up.
“You said right now,” I say, batting my lashes at him.
He growls and grabs my hand, dragging me across the grass to the back door. He doesn’t let go as we pass his father’s office, which is now his office, and hurry up the stairs. Inside his room, he kicks the door closed and spins around, pinning me against the wall. The room is dark, and I can only make out the shape of him as he pushes his thigh between my legs, holding me in place. He spits into his palm before shoving his hand roughly up my dress.
His fingers are icy cold but slick as he pulls my underwear aside and slides them between my lips.
“Fuck,” he groans. “You’re so hot.”
“You’re fucking freezing,” I say, my knees squeezing together.
“Shut up and open for me,” he growls, grabbing my underwear and ripping them off my body. He tosses them and slides his hand between my thighs again, his long, wet fingers finding my entrance and sinking into me. I gasp with shock at the cold, and he grabs my hair and yanks my head back. “Your mouth, too.”
“Fuck, I hate when you do that,” I protest.
“Open your fucking mouth, my little slut,” he says, pumping his icy fingers into my hot core until I’m trembling all over. “Or I’ll open it for you.”
I force my lips open, waiting with a mixture of revulsion and anticipation as he works his jaw back and forth, working up enough spit to lean forward and let it fall into my mouth in a wet blob. I almost gag, but he groans and rewards me by decreasing his pace, his thumb stroking expertly across my clit as his fingers move in slow circles inside me, hitting every wall and making my thighs quake helplessly.
“My little whore,” he purrs against my lips. “You got so wet when I did that, it feels like I spit in your cunt instead of your mouth.”
“I still hate it,” I manage.
“But your cunt loves it,” he says, sliding his fingers out and pushing them against my mouth. They’re wet and smell like me, and a pulse of heat goes straight to my core. “Taste it.”
I clamp my lips closed, and he chuckles and slides his fingers back and forth, coating my lips with my own wetness. He wrenches my head back, and I cry out in shock, my body bucking against his. He slides his fingers into my mouth before I can close it, pushing them so far back I gag, tears blurring my eyes from that and the stinging in my scalp.
“Suck on them,” he demands.
I’m choking too hard to answer, and he pulls them back enough to let me take a couple breaths, pressing his fingers down on my tongue. I catch my breath and then close my lips, sucking on his fingers with tears trickling from the corners of my eyes.
He leans down to run his tongue along my temple, where my tears are dripping down, since my head is still pulled all the way back. Then he straightens and smiles down at me, sliding his fingers out. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
“I fucking hate you,” I snap.
“Your cunt says otherwise,” he taunts, reaching down to unbuckle his belt. “But since your head needs a reminder of how much you fucking love me…”
He picks me up and slams me down onto him. His bare cock drives to the hilt inside my slick cunt, filling me so deep I think I’ll faint from pain. The shock knocks the breath out of me, and I can’t even protest as he lifts me and brings my hips down on his again, impaling me with every inch of his brutal length.
“Tell me how you really feel, Cherry Pie,” he growls.
“I fucking hate you, and I’ll hate you forever,” I growl back, finally finding my voice past the pain of his roughness. “Until the day you die.”
“You’re a fucking liar.”