18. Chapter 18 – Peyton
Chapter 18 – Peyton
I tightened my hand around the handle on the door as I silently came.
For the third time since getting in the car.
I sagged into the seat when the tendrils of pleasure eased, leaving me exhausted and spent. Lincoln’s warm voice broke through the fog in my head and I forced my eyes to open. “Are you going to throw up or something?”
He had been cold and silent since I left the bathroom, and the emotional whiplash was making me nauseous. “I’m fine.” I snapped, even though I would never have spoken to another employer of mine that way. But Lincoln Bryce had messed with my head all damn day long and I was over it.
I just wanted to get home to see Dane. I didn’t know exactly what he had in store for me, but from the way my panties were sticking to my entire nether region, I was officially wet enough for him, just like he demanded I be .
At least one of the hulking, bossy men in my life would find me pleasing tonight.
That thought gave me pause as I sat in the darkness next to Lincoln and mulled over the last week of my life working for him. Then, reflecting on the strange interruption in my life by Dane, and all the wild things I had done with him thus far. I thought of the up and down moods of Lincoln and how he was a recluse, yet always seemed to know everything.
Just like Dane.
“I’ll drop you at the guest house.” Lincoln interrupted my train of thought and I realized we just pulled onto the long, winding driveway of the estate.
“Okay.” I readied myself, completely eager to be out of Lincoln’s frustrating presence and back to the safety of Dane’s predictable unpredictability. At least with Dane, I knew he was more than likely a psychopath. He didn’t hide his crazy from me and never made me wonder if he actually liked me or not.
But Lincoln—fuck. He played mind games for selfish reasons so he could hook me and then watch me squirm. I was well aware he played with me like a toy at dinner, and I fucking hated it. Mostly because he made me want him more than I already did. And then he did what he was good at; he made me feel small.
Well, fuck him.
I told Dane that last night was a one-time thing, but as my heels touched the smooth black top of my personal parking area by the guest house, I knew I was going to play along again. If Lincoln had left me alone or even bothered to be nice consistently instead of shutting himself off suddenly and acting like I didn’t exist or as if I had somehow disgusted him like he had that night at the hot tub or in his closet, I probably would have been strong enough to stay away from my stalker.
Instead, I walked away from his fancy car without a backwards glance. As I turned the corner around the side of the house to walk up the front walk, my phone pinged in my purse and I paused, pulling it out.
An Uber will pick you up in six minutes. Change into that pink sundress hanging in your closet with nothing else on under it. Leave your phone and purse at home. That way, I don’t have to pick it all back up when you drop it.
I contemplated telling him no for the fun of it. But I was too desperate for the physical release he offered me. Orgasming wasn’t enough right now; I needed his touch. I needed his torment. I needed the fear and the high he gave me.
I knew he was watching me so I spoke my reply. “You’re bossy.” I unlocked my door and dropped my purse on the table at the entrance before pulling my heels off and gently setting them off to the side. I was willingly allowing a stalker to fuck me, but I wasn’t crazy enough to damage the pretty gift he so creepily returned to me.
Even if I did abandon them in the muddy forest… oops.
Dane’s deep rumbling voice vibrated through the speaker in my hand, “You enjoy following my rules.”
“Should I call you Daddy then instead of Dane?” I grinned, keeping the camera angled away as I walked through my dark apartment.
His deep growl emanated, and I bit my lip to stop the moan that tried to escape in response to the primal noise. “Only if you want me to breed you to earn that title. ”
“Fuck.” I moaned, no longer able to hold it back. “No.” I shook my head as I tossed my phone down on my bed. “No, I don’t want that.”
He chuckled, and it sounded like he was in a car driving somewhere. “Then don’t threaten me with it, because I’ll hold you down and force my come deep into your womb if you want it.”
“Stop it.” I took a deep breath. “You’re a stalker and so mentally unstable you’re making me crazy right alongside of you. We’d be the worst parents in the world.”
“Hmm.” He hummed, “Are you on birth control?”
I snorted, “Don’t you think you should have asked that before last night?”
“You didn’t tell me to wear a condom, and you took my bare cock like such a good girl. I didn’t hear you complain. But we didn’t discuss it first, so I held off on filling you up. That’s why I’m trying to discuss it now. Do you make Ty wear a condom when he fucks you?”
“Dane.” I sighed, stripping out of the tight confines of my outfit and sighing as everything was free for the first time in hours. “I think this serves my point that last night was a one-time thing.” I eyed the toy as it turned off in my hand and then set it on the shelf next to me. I was honestly so excited to use it again sometime, even as I tried to tell him we couldn’t do it anymore.
His voice deepened even more, and all mirth was gone, “Put the sundress on Puppet. Don’t make me tell you twice.”
I froze, staring at the pink milk-maid style sundress he was talking about. The fact that I didn’t even balk at him telling me which dress specifically, meaning that he had been in my closet at some point, should have alarmed me. It should have been the red flag I needed to use as a reason to end things. It should have been so many things, and yet, I glossed over it.
“Why didn’t you wake me up when you brought my things last night?”
“Because you needed your rest after what we did. And because I knew I’d be seeing you again.”
“Why won’t you let me see you?” I questioned, even as I slid the dress off the hanger and put it on.
“What would seeing me change for you?”
“I don’t know.” I admitted, admiring the way the pink fabric clung to my bare breasts in the mirror. Normally I would have worn a strapless bra to keep my girls decent and in place, but his instructions for nothing underneath were clear. My nipples were on full display through the thin fabric and the cut of the bust enhanced the shape and weight of them. It hugged them rather than disguising them. “Maybe it would make it feel more real.”
“Says the girl that tries to hide from me by walking away from the camera.”
I pursed my lips and untied the string that held the front of the dress closed over my tits, letting the fabric split open and show even more of my cleavage off. “We both know you’d find me if you wanted me bad enough.”
I had meant on his abundant cameras and hacking skills, but the words took my brain somewhere else.
And apparently his too.
“I’ll always find you, Puppet. There isn’t a place on this Earth that you could hide from me. Not now that I’ve had you.”
I walked over my phone and propped it up on the chair along the wall, looking at my reflection on the screen as I slipped my hands up under the short skirt of the dress and pulled my panties down before hanging them off of one finger for him. My tits were exposed, and my skin was flushed from the way his toy had tormented me for hours, as I completely removed any barrier between us for when he found me.
And wet. I was so fucking wet.
“There’s my pretty little Puppet.” He all but moaned, and I squeezed my thighs together, desperate to come again. I’d come more in the last week than I had in the last three years with Tyson and that was so pathetic and also so telling. “Your car is outside. Be my good girl and come to me.”
“Will you tell me where we’re going if I ask?” I started walking toward the door.
“No.” I could hear the smile in his voice. “It’s a quick ride and then you’ll know what to do.”
I snorted, “All I’ve known in life are quick rides.”
Tossing my phone down on the table by the door, I walked out without even bothering to wait around for his reply. I was angsty and angry at Lincoln for making me feel small again, and I was going to let Dane fuck it all better for me.
Jesus fuck, I didn’t even recognize myself anymore.
And I didn’t hate that.