There was the sound of a lock being flipped just before the door shut behind them. Then slowly Ruby climbed over me, one leg on each side of my hips.
“Hi.” Until then I hadn’t thought of the guys finding us indisposed. I was just glad I had made her put on one of my shirts before we’d fallen asleep. No way was I taking a chance of any of the assholes in this house seeing my girl naked.
“You plan on letting me loose?” I wanted to touch her, but I couldn’t lift my arms.
“I think I prefer you like this.”
“What, helpless?”
Ruby bit her lip and swiveled her hips, reminding me that there was very little material that separated us. I could feel her heat pressed to my now growing erection.
“It makes it easy for me to do anything I want to you.”
“Babe.” I was going for authoritative but failed miserably when she moved against me once again. “Ruby, come on, free me.”
“What’s wrong?” Her hand covered my cock and she jerked me through my shorts. “Don’t like being at the mercy of a woman?”
“Only you.” I’d let her do anything she wanted, but I wanted to fucking touch her too.
She pushed the waistband of my shorts down and my cock peeked out between us. I watched as she licked her lips. Her warm breath heated my cock and I held my breath just as she licked over the head.
“Ruby,” I panted, struggling once more against the straps. “Please, free my hands at least.”
Circling the head with her warm, wet tongue, my toes curled in the sheets. I was just about to beg when she wrapped her hand around me and took me into her mouth. Not deep―but enough to take my breath away.
I looked down and watched in amazement while slowly she took me into her beautiful mouth and gave a gentle suck before releasing me once more. Her eyes locked on mine. I knew she was fucking enjoying my pain. The pain of not being able to touch her. I wanted to fist her hair, glide my thumb over her cheek while she took my cock into her mouth, but I was restricted. I was a fucking prisoner in my own sexual torture game.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Ruby
I’d been smiling for hours, unable to contain my bliss.
Last night was amazing and with the exception of waking up strapped to Jay’s bed, this morning was pretty great too. It was full of all kinds of firsts.
I practically skipped up the sidewalk that led to my front door and hummed while putting my key into the lock and turning the handle. With my bag tossed over my shoulder, I entered the house and closed the door behind me. It was just after ten and I expected o be alone. My father was generally at his office for a few hours every Saturday, so I was surprised to find him standing in the entryway as I crossed over the threshold.
A stern look on his face made my stomach knot uncomfortably.
“How was your evening?”
“Good, thanks.” I wasn’t dumb enough to believe he actually cared. This was so much more, and I instantly felt sick to my stomach.
“I ran into Darcy last night.” My heart rate sped up. “But my daughter was nowhere in the group. In fact, when I asked her if she’d talked to you she said not since breakfast.”
Looking toward the floor, I wondered what to say next. The sad part about it was that I was old enough that I shouldn’t even have to defend myself. I was an adult, but my father was a controlling prick.
“A colleague of mine sent me a little something last night.” My father pulled his phone from his jacket pocket and I felt my hands begin to shake. I stood in silence as he tapped on his phone and then slowly turned it around so that I could see the screen. I didn’t need to get closer to see what it was, I could see it clearly.
“I thought I’d made it clear to you how important image is.” I could hear him, though all I could concentrate on was how happy I looked in the photo on his phone. Jay had me tossed over his shoulder, I was using my hands against his back to hold myself upright and I was clearly laughing.
“A frat boy, one that might I add, has a very disturbing reputation.”
One that had managed to make me feel so much more joy than my own father had my entire life.
“Running around acting like a slut is more important than your education.” It was the first time I’d taken my eyes off the screen since he showed me. I’d felt like I’d just been slapped. “You were with him all night. Walking into my home after you’ve spent the evening acting like a little tramp.”
My heart felt like it was being squeezed inside my chest.
“You’re no different than your mother was at your age.” I immediately saw red. “Thank God for her I was able to look past all her mistakes and help her get her life straight.”
“Her mistakes?” My own voice surprised me. It was strong, angry, and assured. “The only mistake she ever made was allowing you to dim her light. My mother was radiant, a heart so beautiful and kind, and you spent every single day trying to squash that. You were her worst mistake. All you ever wanted to do was control her, and you’ve spent every moment of my life trying to do the same to me.”
“You’ve just made your worst mistake.”
“What?” I laughed and it sounded so unlike me. “Standing up for myself? Defending myself against someone who feels like they can bully me?
