Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
EROS
“Does this thing work?” Blair is trying to turn the television on.
“It did when I installed it a year ago.”
“You don’t use it?” I walk over and reach up. It’s mounted above the fireplace, and you push the panel over to hit the power button and remove the remote.
“No, I don’t really watch television.” Blair has given me many looks, but this one appears to be her most shocked. I read. Anything and everything. Doesn’t matter what it is oftentimes. If it’s near me, I’ll pick it up and read it.
“You don’t watch television? What do you do? Doom scroll social media?”
“I don’t use social media.”
“Right.” She barks a laugh, dropping down onto the couch next to her cat.
Not sure he and I are on the best terms, but Mac got me these Churu pack things that squeeze out runny liquid.
It looked disgusting, but Binx was into it.
After I gave him a few, he stopped hissing at me.
I think he bullied me, but still, he's growing on me. "I don't see you as the social type."
I have used social media to the degree of learning about different targets but normally just make a screen grab of things and send it over.
"You don't have social media. Another tell that you're in WITSEC."
"One of the many rules." I watch her, fascinated.
"Are you hiding from someone?"
"Aren't we all?" she jokes.
"No, people hide from me."
"Must be nice," she mutters. "There is nothing on here." Blair drops the remote.
"I only want to know if I should worry that a person might be searching for you.
Your circumstances are different. Your home is too nice, and the school is costly.
" I keep trying to read her. She can be good at hiding her emotions unless you catch her off guard.
"Or did you put someone away? Give the government a big fish, and they owe you. "
“All of the above.” I pick the remote back up and go into settings and bring up a streaming service for her before handing her back the remote. “You want to know, don’t you?”
“I do, but I don’t want to make you tell me.”
“You know, normally I’d give a smart-ass response that you can’t make me, but you could.”
“Maybe.”
“You’d hurt me?” Blair leans forward. Does she think I’m still capable of that when it comes to her?
“I didn’t say that. There are other ways.” I know of them, but I have never read into them. I will later when she is asleep. They are techniques I never thought I’d employ. I didn’t think I’d do a lot of things, but here I am.
“What ways?” I shrug. “You won’t tell me?
” Her dark brows furrow. My hellcat is a curious cat.
So I wait, letting the silence draw out.
She starts scrolling through the movie options before a small growl leaves her and she throws the remote back down on the couch next to her.
“Fine, I’ll tell you something if you tell me something. ”
“Okay,” I agree.
“So tell me something.”
“You first. It’s your game.”
“It’s not a game; this is serious stuff.” She folds her arms over her chest. Oh, I think it very much is a game; she just doesn’t want to go first.
There are a lot of things I’ll give Blair if she asks me, but right now I’m playing the long game, so I go back to letting the silence hang in the air, growing thicker by the second.
I could do this all day, simply watch her.
I dislike her hoodie. It covers far more of her than I’d like.
Especially since we’re alone. One day soon she won’t feel the need to hide herself from me. I just have to earn her trust.
“My real name is Bonte.” She cocks her head to the side. “And I’m hiding from my dad.”
“Your dad.” Not her father. The word dad is more intimate.
“Yep.” She pops the P. “Now you. How would you get me to talk?”
“Seduce your body.” Blair sucks in an audible breath.
“Not happening.” She rolls her eyes. “You really are a pervert.” Her tongue comes out, swiping her bottom lip.
I can tell from the slight flare of her nose she’s not mad about what I said. She’s mad because she thinks it might be possible. I take that as a big fucking win and an opening to push further. Inch by inch, I’ll close in on her until all she sees and breathes is me.
“That’s never happening, so you need to get that through your head. I’m not going to be your new obsession or whatever.” Blair jumps up from the couch, stepping toward me where I’d sat down in the oversized chair, more of a normal chair for me, but that’s what they called it.
“You should calm down, Hellcat.” Never has it been so hard in my life to keep a straight face when I utter those words to provoke her. I enjoy watching her eyes light up and flare. She’s stunning when pissed. All that fire and warmth engulfing you.
I now understand why my dad smiles when Mom is yelling at him about something. That finger pointed at him and the smile only pisses her off more. Dad is right where he wants to be.
“Calm down?” She stomps one of her feet, pointing her finger at me. All females do this, it seems.
I'm glad to see she was able to fix her chipped nail since it bothered her so much.
I know how Nix can be about her girly shit.
But I also want to see that hand with her nail polish wrapped around my cock.
It's an interesting fantasy. A lot of those are popping up in my head now, Blair at the center of them.
“You did not say that to me.” Her anger hits my cock like a warm stroke.
Hellcat gave me too big of an opening. In one quick move, I wrap my hand around her wrist, tugging her toward me. A delicate scream leaves her as she falls into my lap, straddling me, but I’m not done. I yank the hoodie up over her head.
“Hey!” She tries to grab it, but I take hold of her wrists, pinning them together in one of my hands in front of her.
Her mouth falls open, and her eyes bounce from her locked hands to me.
“You did not just do that.” Her breathing grows heavy, giving a slight shake to her full tits.
For a tiny thing, she’s got curves for days.
She hadn’t put a bra on. Instead, she has on a thin white shirt that clings to her, giving me a clear view of her rose-pink nipples. They’re the same color as her lips. My mouth waters to taste them both.
“You want me to walk you through how I would start, Hellcat? How I would suck your pretty nipples into my mouth first? Working them until you were so close to coming and then stopping right before you could.”
“Eros,” she whispers my name. “You’d force me?” Her teeth sink into her bottom lip. I watch as her blush spreads down her neck to her tits.
“Do you want me to force you? Does that turn you on?” She shifts in my lap, her cunt grinding against my dick. “Is that a yes?”
“I didn’t, ah. Shit.” She closes her eyes tightly. I might not need to read up on this after all. What I’m doing now is working. I only have to keep reading her to follow the lead. Except she doesn’t know how much control she actually has in all of it.
I plan on learning every single detail there is to know about what she likes and dislikes.
I’ll know her body inside and out soon enough so that I can always give her what she needs.
All of her pleasure will come from me, and all of her desires will be met by me.
I’ll make her crave me the same way I crave her, or I’ll die trying.
I lean in slowly, making it clear what I'm going to do. I keep my hold on her hands firm, but she makes no move to pull back from me when I brush my mouth against hers. That's all I need to claim her mouth with mine, and that's just what I do.
She can try and fight it, but there is no hiding the desire that simmers between us. I push my tongue between her lips, ravaging her mouth, drinking in the taste of her. I could get lost in it. Bonte is sweet, but there is a hint of spice to her.
I relish in the feel of her body slowly softening, a sexy moan slipping from her mouth into mine. I grip the back of her neck, giving a squeeze.
"Kiss me back," I order her. Instead, she nips at my bottom lip. "I can bite too, Hellcat," I tell her, moving my mouth down her jaw and to her neck. When I rake my teeth across the column of her neck, her back bows, pushing her tits into me, her head falling back.
"Eros." Another moan leaves her as her hips start to rock, grinding her pussy against my dick. It's sultry; I feel her body wanting it.
"Go on, use my dick. I know you need it. Rock your pussy against it. Take what you want." I know she’s craving it; I’m just not sure she can get herself to do it. I can see the mix of shyness with a touch of wariness in her expression.
I slide my hand up from the back of her neck to fist a handful of her hair, and I give a slight tug.
“Stop thinking and just feel. I’ll get you there.”
"Please." The word is barely a whisper.
I free her hands so I can grip her hips and rock her against my cock, thrusting up at the same time.
I keep my mouth on her neck, licking and sucking as I work her.
It's a fight not to come. I always have full control of my body, but not with her.
She has a death grip on me, and I never want to be free of it.
Bonte's breathing starts to grow more shallow, and her hips start to rock with my motion, but I don't let up on my own. I'm getting my girl there. Her hands fly up to my shoulders, gripping me, her nails digging in. She’s close, and I know she’s fighting it thinking it’s wrong.
"Come for me, Bonte. It will be our little secret."
"Eros!" Her whole body jerks, and she pushes her cunt down hard on my cock. My name is still tumbling from her lips. My balls draw up tight, and I explode. I close my eyes as I orgasm so hard it's almost painful.
I let my hand fall from her hair, and she collapses into me.
She buries her face in my neck. I wrap my arms around her, tucking her in closer to me.
Soon her breathing evens out, each breath matching my own.
We sit in silence, enjoying the aftermath but also wrapping our minds around what just happened.
After a few minutes, the endorphin rush from her orgasm must start to taper. I feel her body start to tighten.
"Relax," I tell her, sliding my hands up the back of her shirt to gently stroke her. I know her mind is already racing with so many thoughts.
"I can't believe we did that." She's still whispering.
"I want you. You only have to admit you want me too." She licks her lips, her tongue slightly brushing against my skin. I have to close my eyes to keep myself in check. I need more, but I can't push too quickly.
"Whatever. A girl has needs." She lets out a sassy huff. I hope she doesn't figure out how much her attitude does it for me. I want to work her up just to work her down again.
"Needs I'll take care of."
"Well, I am trapped here. It's the least you could do." Slowly she sits back up, still straddling me. My eyes drop to her neck. Fuck me, she's going to murder me when she sees what I've done.
It will be worth it. Seeing my mark on her neck calms me in a way nothing else ever has. Bonte is going to be mine. Along with all her secrets.