Chapter 7 Robyn
Lifting my phone, I flip the camera to record a minute of snowfall before sending it over to Letty, panning from left to right and recording the living area I’m sitting in that’s situated just behind the kitchen.
Currently, I’m lounging on the sofa directly in front of one of the large floor-to-ceiling windows that are supposed to overlook the stunning view of the lake, but all I see in front of me is snow, condensation on the glass, and the complete whiteout covering everything.
I send the video to Letty and wait until the ticks turn blue. Within seconds the three little dots begin bouncing up and down on the screen and I smirk, knowing she’s about to write something to make me laugh.
I met Letty when I started coding for SecureNet a couple of years ago—she works at the LA branch while I’m posted at the London one.
We hit it off when I called for support on a live hack that was happening on my side, and since then, we’ve practically spoken every day.
We’ve never met in person, but this was the year all that was supposed to change.
If I ever get out of here.
Letty: I’ll take that as a yes. Sent: 03:22
Urgh, I can practically hear that giggle of hers from all the way over in her LA apartment.
There’s no way in hell I could tell her about what he made me do earlier.
She would have a field day with the jokes and the innuendos.
Not only that but she would hound me over the girth, colour, and length of Jack’s cock, and I wouldn’t put it past her to make a mathematical formula for hand-to-cock ratio either.
I tried not to look, I really did, but with the angle at which it hung there, and using my peripheral vision, I managed to just about see the entire length of it, and honestly… it’s quite possibly a destroyer of worlds. And cervixes.
Robyn: *eyeroll emoji* Fine… for an old guy he doesn’t… suck. Sent 03:25
Letty: No, but you should *wink emoji* Sent: 03:25
Robyn: You read far too many taboo romance books for my liking. He’s my stepdad, Letty, I won’t be sucking anything of his. Sent 03:26
Letty: Yet… *wink emoji* Sent: 03:28
Robyn: Will you stop sending me wink emojis!? It’s not happening! Sent 03:28
Letty: *wink emoji* *wink emoji* *wink emoji* Sent: 03:29
Robyn: I hate you. Sent 03:30
All I’ve been able to think about since it happened this morning, was how my body reacted to Jack so easily, as though it was any normal, natural thing.
The way his eyes darkened the moment I made the decision to get on my knees and pick up his towel from the floor, and how my body practically melted with need when he called me a good girl.
Shivers erupted over my skin, and I could practically hear—and feel—the sensation of my blood pumping through my veins and throbbing in my ears.
I felt the atmosphere around us change so rapidly I barely had a chance to get my thoughts in order, and even though previously I wasn’t prepared to be trapped in the house with him…
now, I’m not so sure how I feel about it.
I should be disgusted with how I was seconds away from begging him to press his soft looking lips against mine, and I’ve cursed myself repeatedly for thinking of it as much as I have.
My hands were fisted on either side of me, so they had something to do other than reaching out and touching him.
Hearing the way his voice went from his usual deep tone to something far more throaty, yet authoritative, turned me inside out.
I was a wreck in that moment, and I desperately tried to hold it together.
How is it possible for me to want my stepdad like this?
But the thing that shocked me the most, the thought that kept replaying in my mind over and over again, was how I wanted to touch him. My palms itched with a desire I’d never felt with anyone else before and I was utterly captivated by the image of being owned by him.
Those ideas hit me all at once, my imagination ran wild, and only one thing remained…
wondering how he would sound moaning directly into my ear as he gently gave me every inch of him.
Feeding it to me in slow rapture. And I knew without a shadow of a doubt, if I let him touch me, if I gave myself to him…
he is a ride I wouldn’t survive. One I would become addicted to in a way I’d never be free of.
What is wrong with me?
But at the same time, it pissed me off to the nth degree because who does he think he is? Ordering me to do something as mundane as picking up the towel he didn’t secure properly, and that he could’ve bent down and grabbed himself. But what infuriates me more is the fact I actually did it.
I unabashedly got down on my knees for that man and I’ve tried for however long now to try and shake off the thoughts of what he looked like looming over me, but my brain just proceeds to play it continuously and refuses to quit.
I should’ve just punched him in the dick for asking me to do something like that, but I didn’t.
I was so taken aback by his demand my mind simply went completely blank; there was nothing working up there.
And embarrassingly enough, I sat on the floor for a further ten minutes after he left me sitting there.
Shaking those thoughts from my mind, I set my phone onto the coffee table and readjust myself on the settee. Crossing my arms and resting them both on the back of the sofa, I lean my chin on top of them and stare out the window into nothingness.
Time passes so slowly when there is absolutely nothing to do.
Luckily, I have a few weeks’ paid holiday from work, so that’s one thing I don’t need to worry about, but more than anything, it was my side business I was concerned for.
How on earth was I going to have enough time to film any kind of content for my followers if I was stuck in a house with him for the foreseeable future?
Especially with Jack skulking around the house like Dracula.
I’m pretty sure the man would have a heart attack if he caught me doing anything remotely related to the type of online work I do. So, if I’m stuck here until the weather breaks… I’ll need to think of ways to get around Jack finding out what I do in my downtime.
Boredom begins to settle in as I continue to watch thick white flakes fall to the already high mounds of snow on the ground.
A relaxing feeling comes over me as my eyes begin to flutter softly and the world around me begins to blur, and even though I don’t want to take a nap, the only thing I think of as I slowly drift off… is how one hour won’t hurt.