“Like what?”
I haven’t actually thought that far yet, so it takes me a moment to come up with something. What would satisfy me? I want to control her, I want her to submit to me, but I know she won’t just give it up to me no matter how scared she is.
I have to start small, give a little—so I can take a lot.
“I want you to let me touch you.”
“No.” She shakes her head before I even finish speaking. “I’m not having sex with you.”
“Who said anything about sex? Get your mind out of the gutter, Aspen.”
“Whatever it is you want, the answer is no.”
“Take your shirt off and go lie on your bed.”
Wrapping her arms around herself like that could protect her from me, she shakes her head furiously.
“Do it yourself, or I’ll do it for you.” I let the threat hang in the air while I look around. Her dorm room is smaller than my closet, and the walls look like this place should be condemned. Ignoring the condition of her living space, I walk into the attached bathroom.
There is a shower in the corner, a toilet, and a sink with a small shelf over it. Fuck, this place is more dreadful than a prison cell.
“When I get back in that room, you better be on the bed with your shirt off,” I yell over my shoulder as I sift through the toiletries on the shelf. When I find what I’m looking for, I grab the small bottle and waltz back into her room.
A triumphant smile tugs on my lips, seeing her sprawled out on the mattress in only her leggings and bra. She is flat on her stomach, her arms lying next to her body, and her face turned away from me.
I’m surprised by her position since turning her back to me makes her more vulnerable, but I’m not complaining.
Slipping out of my boots, I leave them sitting next to the door and get on the bed with her. The mattress gives way with a screeching sound as I move over her and straddle her thighs. When I settle on top of her, the metal springs dig into my knees, and I try to shift, rubbing my crotch against her ass in the process. Her entire body is stiff, her hands balled up in tiny fists next to her.
Unclasping her bra, I let it fall open, and it slides to the side, exposing every inch of her delicate back. Flipping the top off the lotion bottle in my hand, I squeeze a generous amount into the palm of my hand and drop the bottle to the ground.
With my free hand, I move her hair away from her shoulders, letting it fall around her head like a halo. Her shoulders are shaking, and I’m not sure if it’s because she is cold, angry, or scared.
I rub my palms together, making sure I don’t spill any lotion before placing both hands flat on her back. She sucks in a sharp breath at first contact but doesn’t protest as I start rubbing the vanilla-scented lotion into her skin.
It takes about five minutes of massaging her back before she relaxes the tiniest bit. I run my thumbs down her spine and my whole hand up, wondering how much force it would take to break the bones below her skin. I pay special attention to her shoulders, which are so tight they make my fingers hurt.
“Why are you doing this?” She suddenly breaks the silence.
“No talking,” I warn. “Just relax.”
She doesn’t listen, of course. Even though she doesn’t say another word, her body never fully relaxes. I keep massaging her back, shoulders, and even her arms until all the lotion has soaked into her skin, and my hands are dried up.
This entire time, my cock has been as stiff as her shoulders, and I know it won’t take much for me to come right now. Placing my hands beside her body, I shift my weight off her.
“Turn around,” I order, and to my utter shock, she complies.
She rolls her body onto her back awkwardly, her hands clutching to the bra covering her chest. When she is all the way turned, I push myself up, settling back onto her thighs.
“Lose the bra,” I demand while flicking open the button on my jeans in a hurry. Her eyes lower to where my hands are already undoing the zipper, and she can undoubtedly see the bulge hiding beneath.
“I told you, I’m not doing this with you. Just—”
I cut her off midsentence by wrapping a hand around her throat. Suddenly, not caring about the bra anymore, her hands fly up to clutch onto my wrist. I’m not choking her, my grip simply holding her in place, but the threat is there.
“Submit to me… drop your arms and let me do whatever I want to you.”
“No.” She shakes her head as much as I allow it.