32. Summer
”Such a good, beautiful girl.”The shower water was warm and soothing. Lilac and honeydew smelling soap filled the air as Rook moved the loofah over me. Pressing soft kisses against my skin as he washed my hair and body, Rook murmured compliments that made the warmth blossom in my chest.
”You”re so beautiful, I can”t believe it sometimes.”
I whimpered as he ran the loofah through my thighs, arousal pulsing as the ache began once more. I hated him, hated him, hated the way he tortured me. The ache was too much. I needed to come.
”I”m going to protect you. Teach you how to protect yourself.”
He gently cleaned in between my fingers and toes, my bottom, every single inch of me.
”I”ll do anything you need, my beautiful bunny.”
He continued his gentle, caring touch as he pat me dry with a fluffy, warm towel.
When we were done, he bundled me up, still wrapped in the towel, carrying me over to the bed. Then he laid me down, climbing in beside me and covering us both with his comfortable down blanket.
Feeling so safe, cocooned in his embrace, in a way that I hadn”t in a long time. Back before my father died, before I”d been shipped off to Crestmont Prep, and before the fateful, terrifying day that had changed my life forever.
”Summer, look at me.”
I blinked sleepily at him, ”Mmm?”
”How do you feel?”
”Mmm?”
”I need you to tell me,” he insisted, kissing my forehead, ”how do you feel?”
”Well,” I squirmed, squeezing my thighs, which were folded between his, ”I would like to come now, sir.”
He chuckled darkly, the sound rumbling through me like a soft thunderstorm. ”What else? Did I hurt you?”
”Not technically.”
”Good,” he kissed my cheeks, then softly over my ear, nibbling down to my neck. Making a warmth spread through my chest again and down my throbbing core. ”If I ever hurt you, tell me, okay?”
I nodded, ”okay.”
He clasped me close, holding me to him. ”Would you like to sleep now?”
I thought about it, then, finally, shook my head. ”No, I just need to lay here for a little bit.”
”Okay,” he murmured.
We lay like that for a long moment, with him occasionally pressing soft kisses and stroking my skin with his fingers. It kept the throbbing sensation pulsing between my legs. But, even though I was dying to come, weirdly, I understood.
I still felt guilty for searching through his stuff, after everything he’d been through. After what my own father had done to him.
After he’d trusted me enough to confide in me.
I deserved to suffer.
”Summer?” His breath washed over my ear and I shivered, pulling back to look at him.
”Yes?”
”If you could have anything in this world, anything at all, what would it be?”
”Why?” I crooked an eyebrow upward.
”Don”t ask questions,” he softly chastised, biting softly on my nose, then pressed a kiss there, ”just answer the question.”
”I”d bring Amara here.”
”Amara?”
”She”s my best friend.”
He was silent for a moment. Then, ”and that”s what you would want? Out of anything and everything that you could do, that”s what you”d pick?”
“Yeah,” I nodded, noting the way the light from the window was giving the usually harsh expression on his face a soft, dreamy quality, “I miss her sometimes.”
”I see,” he pulled me into him again, stroking his thumb across my hair, growing silent.
I tucked under his chin, smiling to myself.
Despite everything Rook had ever told me, he was a good person. He just didn”t know it.
We lay like that for a long moment, him just holding me, until after a while I stirred, realizing I”d fallen asleep.
When I looked up at him, he was staring at me with a strange look on his face, ”Did you sleep well?”
I nodded, “yes.”
”Good.” Grabbing me, he pulled me up, maneuvering me on top of him. The mischievous look on his face made me gulp. What was he up to?
An uncomfortable feeling settled in my gut. “Rook?”
“Mmm?”
“What are you doing?” His fingertips tickled across my back, sending electric tingles down my spine. The warmth billowing inside me made me feel like jelly against his firm, toned body under mine. Palms dipping towards my lower back and smoothing around my ass, he pulled me upwards. ”You”re torturing me again.”
”Nothing that my little bunny doesn’t deserve,” he smirked, ”Now spread your legs for me like a good girl.”
I hesitated but did as he asked, whimpering and squirming.
“Hold still, and let me touch you,” he murmured against my skin, fingers dipping and stroking my pussy until I could feel my juices slowly dripping down. “Mmmm, so soft.”
“Rook,” I caught my breath as he inserted a finger.
“So tight,” he groaned, inching it up inside me, “so fucking tight, my little virgin.” It stretched, burning, and I dug my fingers into his hair, holding on to him, as he began to pull it out. There was a release of pressure, then it began again, slowly, slowly filling me up, then pulling out. Then again, in and out, until he was pumping me steadily.
His tongue flicking across my nipple, sucking and nibbling.
Lost in his touch inside me. On fire. All consuming.
I clutched him, pumping my hips against him, holding on to my sanity by a thread.
“Now, we are going to make an arrangement.”
“Now?” I breathed.
“Mmmm,” his deep voice reverberated through me. “From here on out, you will promise to eat healthy without my constant guidance. Is that understood?”
“But I… I like pizza. And macaroni and cheese—fuck me that feels so good.”
“Those aren’t good for your health.”
“Oh, god, Rook. Can we talk about this later?”
“Or for your brain,” he continued, as if he wasn’t finger fucking me into oblivion. “The gut is the second brain; we have to take care of it. Tell me you understand, Summer.”
“Yes sir,” I said, barely registering the words I was saying, “I”ll eat healthy, as long as I”m with you.”
“Even when you’re not with me.” Teeth catching on my skin, he bit down gently.
I inhaled a sharp breath. “Fine!”
“Good,” he laved his tongue over where he bit me. Soothing, then prickling. Heat billowing, blazing through me, his finger inside me growing more urgent. I could hear the squelching sound of my own slick, the perfumed smell filling the air. The sinfulness of it only fueled me more.
“Did you apply for college?”
“It’s too late for this coming semester.”
“Didn”t I say to do it? I fucking meant it Summer!” He growled, thrusting another finger up inside me. Harshly. Stretching me so tight. “I’ll take care of everything else.”
“Oh God! Rook.” My mind was numb, I couldn’t think. How was I supposed to make decisions with him doing this to me? I’d never felt so good in my life.
“Tell me you trust me to take care of you.”
“Mmm,” I shook with need.
He suddenly moved, yanking me until I was on my back, staring up at him. I blinked in surprise. His gaze was dark, possessive, heated.
“Please, Rook.” I whimpered. “I need it…” I wasn”t even exactly sure what I needed, except to come. I definitely needed that.
”Shhh,” lifting my leg, he began to pump his fingers inside me again, ”be a good girl and take it without complaint.”
I bit down on my lip, trying to hold it in as he stroked, building up my desire again.
“Now. Tell me,” his fingers stroked against my sensitive clit. “Promise me you’ll apply for school. Tell me you trust me to take care of you.”
“Rook, please, please.” Clutching the sheets. “Please, I’m begging.” I wanted to weep, I was in so much agony.
“Tell me, Summer.”
“Fi—fine! I trust you to take care of me.”
“You trust me to deal with Saul and the Magnolia.”
“I trust you with them,” I bit out.
“You will cease any texts with Saul.”
“But he?—”
“I will deal with Saul,” he growled out, “I will never let him hurt you or Callie. Now tell me you will do what I say.”
“Oh God, why?”
“Because Summer, you need someone to teach you how to take charge. How to seize control of your life. How to create your own destiny. And I need your trust to be able to teach you.”
“Fine. I’ll do what you say.”
“You’ll trust me to take care of the Magnolia. You’ll tell me everything.”
“Ye-yes!” I was a blubbering mess. “I’ll tell you everything.”
“Good girl.” He pulled his fingers out of me and I wanted to scream! Putting his fingers to my lips, he parted them. ”Suck. See how good you taste.”
Eyes catching his, I flicked my tongue out, licking myself off him, a low hum in my throat.
“Now, tell me what you learned today.”
“That you have cameras in your office.”
Rich laughter spilled from his lips, rumbling low in his chest.
I grinned, loving the sound, warmth spreading through me. Loving the carefree look on his face.
He was so serious all the time. He needed something to make him smile more often.
He shook his head, flicking my nose softly. “Well, that”ll certainly help you in the future. But if you ever hide anything from me again, I”ll tan your hide so hard, you won”t sit down for a week.” There was a soft smile on his face but a dark undercurrent to his words, and I believed him. “Now,” lifting me by my ass, he pushed me to my feet. “I need you to get dressed. We”re going somewhere.”
”Where are we going?” I sighed, feeling resigned.
”We need information, and I have a feeling that only you will be able to get it. Wear the blue dress that matches your eyes.”
I ran to the edge of the bed, then fell onto my butt, playfully bouncing. Then I jumped to my feet, singing out, “yes sir!”
At my glance backwards, he was staring after me, watching me sashay my way towards the closet with a grin on his face. I threw him a flirty smile, my insides buzzing. Somehow, Rook made me feel like I”d never felt before.
Like I had wings. I could jump into the sky and fly, like a bird.
I dressed quickly, and the dress flowed over me like water, tight on the top and loose and flowy on the bottom, swaying as I walked. It had a deep cut, V-neckline that showed off the curves of my breasts.
“Is this okay?” I shyly asked, admiring how handsome he looked with his raven black hair and bespoke suit.
He turned, his hands at his wrists, clipping on cufflinks. As soon as he saw me, his gaze darkened, and he strode towards me.
“Eep!” I cried out, then quickly backed into the closet, with him following after me. In seconds, he had pinned me against the wall by my neck.
“Get that fucking dress off you.”
“Why?”
“Because. I don”t want anyone looking at your tits like that.” Shoving down the front of the dress, he palmed them, his thumb brushing roughly, possessively, over the tip. “These belong to me, and me only, are we clear?”
“No.” I stared up at him defiantly.
His face blanched, his voice a low growl. “Excuse me?”
“These belong to who I say they belong to,” I grabbed his wrist, forcing it away from my breasts and down to the vee between my thighs. I rolled my hips into his hand. “And I say they belong to the man who can make me come.”
Growling, he jerked me around, shoving my face into the wall. Pinning me to it by his hips, he ran his nose up my neck. “Is that so?”
“Yes,” I breathed, then groaning in absolute agony as he cupped me.
“You think you own this pussy?”
“Yes.”
Shoving my dress and panties aside, he shoved his fingers up inside me. “This what you want, pretty baby?”
“Yes.”
“Then beg for it, baby girl. Show me how bad you want it.”
I moaned, grinding against him, snapping and rolling my hips against his hand.
“I need to hear it, sweetheart.” He bit down on my neck, suckling and licking, heat flooding through me. “Beg. Me. To. Let. You. Come.”
I whimpered. God, I was so close, so close, so close. “Please, Rook.”
“Naughty girls don’t deserve to come, Summer. You searched my office without my permission.”
“And I’m sorry for that. Please,” I couldn’t stand it. “Pl-please,” I begged, “Please let me come, sir.”
He rolled a finger against my clit, while shifting his hips behind me, like he was fucking me from behind, still not putting enough pressure to make me fall over the cliff.
“Please,” I repeated.
“Too little, too late.”
“Please, please,” I was literally begging now, I needed to come so badly.
“What are you going to do for me?”
“I”ll get on my knees. I”ll suck your cock. I”ll?—“
“Do you even know how to suck dick?”
I shook my head, “You could teach me how.”
“Oh, I’ll teach you, baby girl.” He chuckled darkly. “You’ll want it so bad, you’ll tremble as you grip my shaft. Every lick of your tongue will be an offering to my pleasure. You”ll take all of me in that mouth and down your throat. Until each and every inch is permanently imprinted in your mind.”
He palmed my breast roughly, possessively biting sharply on the shell of my ear.
“And then, because I won’t be able to hold back, I will fuck your throat. You’ll suffocate on it because it’s too damn thick. Wet tears mingling with your mascara. Black streaks down your face in a beautiful homage to me. Helpless to me. Because I’ll take what I want from you, and your moans and pleas will only fuel my rage. Then,” he growled in my ear, “when you can’t take any more, your brains scrambled and your juices are running down your thighs, I’ll stuff you full of my cum until your stomach bloats. You’ll whine and beg for more, licking every drop as you clean up the mess like a fucking good girl.”
Fuuuuckkk.
“Yes,” I begged, “I want that. Please fuck me.”
“I said your belly, not your pussy.”
“But,” I stuttered, “why? I want you to fuck me.”
“I will never fuck you,” he growled. “But trust me, little bunny, I will take every other inch of your body. Every spot marked and claimed. But only when you learn to trust me.”
“And what about you? Do you ever trust anyone?”
“I trusted someone once. Recently. And she went through my office like a thief in the night, looking for my secrets.”
“I said I was sorry!”
“Not as sorry as you’re going to be,” he growled, then pulled his fingers from me, snapping my panties against my ass. “Now, take off that dress.”
“Ugh!” I cried out, “Such a jerk.”
“I’m so much worse, Summer. Don’t you dare forget that. Now, it”s time to go. He”ll be waiting for us.”
“Who?” I pulled back, inhaling deep breaths. Fixing my dress. Gathering strength to stand on my own two feet because fuck me, I was a puddle on the floor.
“I took care of things while you were napping. Sent someone to watch and protect Callie, without her knowing, of course. Then I texted my lawyer. He”s going to find out who threatened to sue for custody of Callie.”
“Already?”
He pulled on my hand, leading me towards the door. “He gets paid to work quickly.”
“Oh,” I looked down at my dress as we began to leave, feeling a little triumphant that I hadn”t changed.
“Oh, and don”t look so satisfied, little bunny,” he said, reading my mind, ”I”ve decided I want him very much to see you, just as you are.”
He looked too satisfied, too smug, so I looked at my dress again, a red blush filling my cheeks as I realized that I had a wet spot, right between my legs.
Fuck me.