“We will.” He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me in close enough that his erect dick is pressing against my stomach. “It’ll be like foreplay.”
Foreplay. Sure, and he’s already horny enough. It won’t take him any time to come. Me? He doesn’t care whether I do or not. It looks like I’ll have to pretend harder than usual this time since the thought of a girl being brutalized doesn’t turn me on in the least.
“Come on,” he whines, even sticking his lip out in a big pout. “I really want you to watch it. You’ll see how serious we are about traitors and what they deserve.”
His eyes darken, and his grip on me tightens. “And it’ll be a warning, too. Just in case you ever get any ideas.”
My blood runs cold at the obvious meaning undertone in his words. “It’s just I don’t have a strong stomach for stuff like that,” I murmur.
“Think of it as a movie. That’s it. Just a movie.” His dick twitches against me, and it starts to sink in that he’s not going to let this go.
My heart sinks, but I nod yes anyway. “Okay. Let’s watch it.”
I never had a choice, did I?
His eyes light up as a smile begins to spread across his face. It’s the look of a kid who just got the gift of his dreams. “And after, you can wear this.” He reaches into the paper bag sitting on his bed and pulls out what I quickly discover is a blond wig.
I wasn’t good enough then when I had to wear a wig to look more like Aspen while we fucked. And I’m not good enough now.
I never will be.