A Debt Owed(45)
Fuck.
“I hate you,” I say through gritted teeth.
“No, you don’t. In fact, you’re starting to like me,” he says, licking the peach in an obscene way. Afterward, he takes a bite and swallows. “You only say that you hate me because you’re stuck in this house.” He takes another bite. “But maybe I’ll let you off the property.”
Now that’s music to my ears. He’s certainly got my attention there.
“If?” I add, wondering what the caveat is. Because let’s face it, there must be one.
A devilish smirk appears on his face. “Lift your dress.”
I frown. “What is this … some kind of test?”
He cocks his head. “Perhaps.”
Oh … those games he plays are infuriating. But I’ll play along, for now. If this means I’ll get out of the house, then maybe lifting my dress isn’t so bad. With my index finger and thumb, I raise the fabric until my knees are visible.
“Higher,” he says, and I raise it even more. “Higher …” he says again.
I don’t stop until he tells me to, which he only does once I’ve exposed my panties. “Stop.”
There’s a certain gleam in his eyes.
“Got your fix?” I say.
“Not quite,” he muses, licking his lips as he sits back in his chair. “Play with yourself.”
Chapter 20
Charlotte
My pupils dilate.
Wait. He can’t mean … now? Here?
“What? No,” I say, snorting, but he doesn’t seem the least bit amused.
“Scaredy-cat,” he taunts.
“We’re in the dining room,” I hiss. “Anyone could come in at any moment.”
“They won’t unless I summon them,” he answers.
Well, shit. That wasn’t the only reason not to do this. I mean, I don’t want to be lewd in front of anybody, especially not him. I knew he wasn’t serious when he asked if I was okay. This was on his mind all along.
“Do you want to get out of this house or not?” he asks, blinking a couple of times as if he’s daring me.
Fine. I’ll take him on if that means I’ll get to go outside of that damn fence. Maybe then I can escape his grasp.
My fingers drift up to my panties, and I rub myself through the fabric. His interest is immediately piqued, and he bites his bottom lip with glee. I almost feel empowered by his interest, but I mustn’t ever forget who’s in charge here … who’s forcing me to do this and why.
I push away any thoughts of sexual desire and focus on the task. I tell myself not to feel anything, not even as he starts to rub his own dick through his pants. He leans back, looking me straight in the eyes as if to tell me he knows I saw … and he doesn’t care.
He wants to show me who’s boss, and he wants me to know the price of my freedom. If I want something, I’m going to have to buy my way there with dirty pleasure. It’s wrong and completely evil, yet I can imagine it’s the greatest turn-on to him.
In fact, I can see it with my own damn eyes … the hard-on beneath his tented pants. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t make me even wetter while I play with myself. I wouldn’t ever admit that to him, of course.
“You look like you’re enjoying yourself,” I say, raising a brow to taunt him.
“Immensely,” he retorts, grinning while rubbing himself even harder. “But you know what would make it better?” he hums. “Put your hand down your panties.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “Why would I do that?”
“Tick tock, Charlotte …” A filthy grin spreads on his lips.
My nostrils flare. “Will you keep adding new conditions to this deal?”
He laughs. “Oh princess, this isn’t a deal. You need to earn your time.”
God, sometimes I wish I could grab that glass on the table in front of me and smack him in the head with it, but that would only land me a spot in jail. He has assistants and employees around every corner waiting to come to his aid.
No, I need to do this the smart way, the sneaky way, just as he would. I need to get down to his level of scheming.
“Now earn my favor,” he adds, spreading his legs so he can touch himself better.
I reluctantly dive into my panties and start massaging my clit. It feels wrong to do this here with him watching me, but I don’t have a choice. It’s either do this or stay inside forever, and that’s the last thing I want.
He pops the button of his pants and zips down, shoving his hand inside his boxer shorts. When I get my first glimpse of his cock, I hold my breath momentarily. In fact, my jaw actually drops a little the moment he pulls it out fully erect. I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a huge dick.
Not that I’ve seen many. The only experience I have is with porn … and the occasional boyfriends, but I never went further than kissing and touching with them because my father often chased them off. I’ve never gone as far as to watch someone jerk themselves off in front of me. And I have to admit it’s doing something to me that I can’t ignore.
“Are you getting wet for me, princess?” he murmurs.
I won’t say it out loud—definitely not—even though my pussy clenches at the sight of his length. It’s dripping with pre-cum, and he rubs it all over his shaft like lube while jerking off. The chance of getting caught by his staff probably excites him.