When I’ve finished my little rant, it soon becomes obvious that the only effect it’s had on the asshole is to amuse him.
“Are you finished?” he asks around a smirk.
“No, you’re a fucking—argh.” He grabs my arm before my hand can connect with his cheek.
“Careful now, little one. You don’t want to cause yourself any more injuries.”
“Fuck you.”
“Hmm… like I said before, it’s certainly an option. What do you think daddy would say if I corrupted his little princess? Maybe we could do it out here, make him watch. Force him to watch me break you in two, force him to watch you enjoy every last second of it.”
“No, I—”
“Oh come on, little one. You know you’d enjoy it. I bet you’re wet for me right now just thinking about my cock.”
“Never,” I seethe, but apparently my words, my anger, isn’t enough for him. Before I know it, he’s pushed his hand even higher and he’s running his fingertip over me.
Something akin to pleasure races through me at his touch, but I refuse to acknowledge it.
“Tut, tut, tut, I’m disappointed, little one. I thought I was going to find you bare for me under here. I thought you were going to make it easy for me.”
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I push at his arm, trying to force him away from me and thankfully, after a second, he concedes and removes all contact from me.
A menacing laugh falls from his lips. “So many things, little one, that I’ve lost count. Have a great evening and enjoy finishing your homework.” With those parting words, he pushes from the lounger and stalks off, leaving my head spinning and my body trembling.
Resting my head back once more, I stare up at the darkening sky.
What the fuck is that asshole’s problem? What did I ever do to him to deserve this kind of torture?
After a few minutes, I start to feel vulnerable sitting out here alone, plus I know for a fact that he has the perfect view of me from his bedroom window if that’s where he’s just disappeared to.
Scooting forward on the lounger, I prepare to head back upstairs to try to get some more work done. Only, before I move, something floating in the pool catches my eyes.
Looking around at the back yard, I spot more paper littered around.
What the… oh no… No, no, no.
Racing over to the paper at the edge of the pool, I pull it out and find exactly what I feared.
My almost completed assignment, the paper soaked through and the ink running everywhere.
“You fucking asshole,” I scream into the silent evening.
Spinning on my heels, I stare up at his bedroom window and sure as shit, there he stands with a proud fucking smirk firmly in place.
With my heart threatening to beat out of my chest, I race around the garden, collecting what I can before grabbing the pool net and fishing out a few other stray pieces.
I stare down at the soaked paper, it’s totally ruined.
My teeth grind as I make my way up to my bedroom. I slow when I get to his door. My need to storm in and rip him a new one is almost too much to ignore, but a trickle of reality seeps in and tells me that no matter what I intend to do, he’ll win. He’ll make sure he always wins.
I can fight back all I like, but whatever this thing is between us is only going to end one way.
Forcing my legs to keep moving, I drop everything to my desk and smooth some of the less damaged pieces of paper out, but it’s pointless. The whole thing is fucked.
As if he was waiting for me, his music starts up on the other side of the wall.
I scream against it, but I’m no match for the booming bass.
Pulling my cell back out, I send a message to my second savior.
Ruby: I’m struggling with this assignment. Wanna do it together?
Harley: Sure. Mom’s out, you wanna come over? You can stay the night?
“Yes,” I squeal as the exact question I was hoping for lights up on my screen.
I quickly pack a bag with everything I’m going to need for the foreseeable future, including everything for the party tomorrow night.
I figure I’ll stick it all in my car just in case I can get away with not coming back here for a while.
After letting Mom know where I’m going, I leave the house as fast as I can, breathing a huge sigh of relief as I back out of the drive.
“Bye, bye, motherfucker.”
8
Ashton
Walking away from her knowing that her body was fully on board with the thoughts I had running around my head was one of the hardest things I think I’ve ever done.
Her skin was so soft under my hand, her panties so fucking wet when I brushed my finger over them, the floral scent of her hair. Fuck, all I could think about was pushing her panties aside and finding out exactly how wet she was for me.
Reaching down, I rub at my length that’s tenting my sweats as I watch her run around the back yard collecting her homework. Every time she bends over, her skirt rises and I get just a hint at the ass she’s hiding beneath it.
I could have taken more so easily. I should have.
“Fuck,” I bark, slamming my hand down on the window frame in frustration.
Images of her beneath me writhing and moaning as I push her over the edge fill my mind and it only makes my cock harder for her.
I want her fucking broken so that I can hand her back to daddy and walk away knowing that I fucked him over just like he did us.
Selfish fucking cunt.
My skin tingles with awareness and when I glance back
