If I touch her, I won’t be able to stop. I’ll hurt her and use her up.
“Take your shirt off,” I demand, losing control on being able to resist stroking my cock. My hand glides up my shaft.
It’s easy to see that she can’t figure out where her eyes need to be. I slow my hand as I witness the struggle. Her gaze darts from my eyes to my hand to the curtains on the wall. She wants to escape. There’s no part of me that she’s interested in.
Once again, I wish I could be inside her head. Ten minutes in there would give me all the information I’ll ever need.
“Take your shirt off,” I growl. “Now.”
Her fingers hesitate at the hem of her shirt.
“You know the rules. Do it or I’ll do it for you.”
She’s no faster at pulling the fabric free of her body with a threat than she was without.
“Pl-please,” she stammers. “You don’t have to do this.”
“Do you even know what this is?” I snap. “I could—” My words halt completely at the sight of her tits.
I feel out of control as my balls draw closer to my body.
“This is your fault,” I tell her. “This is what happens when you make assumptions about me.”
I roll my lips between my teeth, biting down until I taste blood.
She doesn’t deserve my grunts. She doesn’t deserve my groans of pleasure. This isn’t fun. This is torture. And she’s the cause of all of it.
“I wanted a polite conversation with you at the surf shop. That’s all I wanted. But you looked me up, looked me down, and decided I was no benefit to you.”
I stroke harder, faster, swirling my thumb over the tip of my cock on the upstroke.
“Are you always that way? Or do you just dismiss the people who you determine are no benefit to you? Is that how your family is? Is that how your dad is? Were you taught to do that, to look at someone, spend two seconds assessing them, and throw them away like trash when they can’t help you?”
She cries, her eyes unfocused and yet still darting everywhere.
“I’m not like that at all,” she says.
“Your actions prove differently,” I remind her. “Hold your tits up.”
She’s to the point of sobbing, but she obeys.
“Look at me,” I demand.
The second her eyes reach mine, I fucking lose it. I don’t look down, despite wanting to see every spurt of cum land on her tits.
I wish I could say I was the one to look away first, but I’m stuck in her trance until she squeezes her eyes closed and her sobbing grows exponentially.
How is it that she’s the one chained to the floor, yet she’s the one who’s in control?
“Open your fucking eyes,” I growl, and she does, obeying me once again, making me question everything I’ve done since I noticed her on the beach earlier. “Don’t you fucking dare,” I say, as she releases her breasts and lifts a hand to wipe my cum from her skin.
“If you touch it before it dries, next time, I’ll fuck your mouth and make you swallow it.”
Her sobs follow me out of the room. I should feel like the biggest asshole ever. I should feel dirty and depraved and worthless, but I don’t.
I liked it way too much to lie to myself.
Chapter 10