5. Mayson
Mayson
T hat stupid son of a bitch. I stomp back to what I guess is now considered my room in this stupid house.
After seeing Colin’s stupid face and catching him jerking off his stupid dick I didn’t know what to do.
I still don’t. He slammed the door in my face, and it’s probably for the best because I don’t know what I would have done.
Probably something stupid that I shouldn’t have. Everything is just stupid.
But he took the chance away and I’m distracting myself going through my things he had moved over here. It doesn’t take very long for me to realize that a bunch of my clothes are missing.
Like the majority of them.
I have one T-shirt, one pair of pants, one light jacket, one pair of socks, one uniform, and no panties.
I look through all the drawers in the single dresser, and don’t find anything else. Everything else of mine is here, even the bedding on the bed is from my old room. My computer, books, even random papers are sitting on the desk almost exactly how I left them.
The only thing missing is my clothes.
I storm back to Colin’s room, and pound on his door, my anger replacing any of the horniness he caused. When the door swings open he’s still shirtless, with just that single silver chain he always wears around his neck and the loose shorts on his waist. He leans against the door frame.
“Need something?” he questions, with a slight upturn of his lip.
“Uh yeah, my clothes. Where are they?”
“Noticed that, huh?”
“No shit. What did you do with them? I need more than just one uniform.”
“You can wear mine.” His self satisfied smirk appears again and I roll my eyes.
“I can’t wear your uniform to my games you idiot.”
“You can for practice.” He pauses. “And you can work on earning your clothes back.”
I fold my arms across my chest. “Yeah? How are you wanting me to do that? Sucking your dick or something?”
His hand slaps against his chest like he’s shocked. “Of course not, what kind of brother would that make me?”
“The disgusting kind, which is exactly what you are.”
“Now that’s not very nice,” he scolds. “I’ll let this one go for now, but you can earn your clothes back doing things around here for me.”
“Like a fucking maid? You have one of those.” I roll my eyes. He would want something like that from me. That’s when I get a glimmer of an idea. One of the ways I can fuck with him. He wants me to be his slave? I’ll make sure to torture him right back.
“I fired her.” He shrugs.
I smile widely, the fakest over the top smile I can manage. “Fine. I cook, clean, and get my clothes back?”
“Yeah, we’ll start there and see how you do.” He steps closer to me, I keep my eyes on his, refusing to back down and show any weakness. “But you’re going to do what I say.”
“We’ll see about that.”
This time, I’m the one that walks away first. I expect him to grab me, but he lets me leave. Which is good because I close myself in my room again and stop myself from screaming into a pillow. I have to stay strong. I have to be the one that wins.
It’s been a few days, and Colin is supposed to have some of his team over to hang out.
He seems to do this a lot, there was a bonfire my first official night I lived here.
I avoided that like the plague. This time he told me to stay away, the same way he used to in high school, never wanting anyone on his team to give me any attention.
But we aren’t in high school anymore, and we’re in a battle.
I’m wearing a large T-shirt and that’s it. He took my panties, and hasn’t given me any back so really this is his fault. I’m cooking myself dinner, just waiting for Colin and his friends to get here. I refuse to go hide, at least not before I fuck with him a bit.
I’m even baking some cookies. I’m sure they are going to be devoured by the men coming here unless I hide them in my room, which I just might. They’re snickerdoodles, my favorite, so I may have to.
The front door opens and I hear the loud voices of the four guys entering. I turn around, leaning on the counter. Colin enters first and as soon as he sees me his eyes narrow.
“What’re you doing? ”
“Cooking, since I apparently live here, right? Isn’t this what I’m supposed to be doing?” I taunt.
“Not today. I told you to not be around.”
“Aw, come on Masters, your sis can hang around,” one of the guys chimes in.
“Yeah, we could use something nice to look at,” another one adds.
I smile flirtatiously and Colin immediately shuts it down, shoving his teammates away. They all laugh as they go to the living room and start up some video game. Colin keeps his narrowed eyes on me.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he asks.
I shrug just as the oven timer goes off. I smirk, turning around, and making sure when I bend over, I do so slowly. I know that my shirt is riding up to show part of my ass and probably some of my pussy.
When I stand up I feel him right there, pushing me against the warm oven and I gasp. Especially as I feel his hard length pressing into me. I fight the urge to arch back against him.
“I know what you’re fucking doing, and if any of them saw what you just did, I would have to gouge their eyes out for getting a glimpse of this perky little ass and that pink pussy. So you better think about that before you try to put on another show.”
I turn my head, our lips closer than I thought, so close it wouldn’t take much to close the distance between them. “Quite the threat, I can’t wait to hear what you’ll say when you catch me fucking one of them.”
His hand shoots up, wrapping around the front of my throat, and bringing my entire body flush with his. I try to gasp but it’s hard through the pressure he’s got on my neck, and I bring my hands up to dig my nails into his arm.
“None of them will ever fucking touch you. I know you’re still a virgin, and if you think any of them deserve to be the one to change that, you are seriously mistaken.”
He’s right, I am still a virgin. I fucking hate that about myself, but no guy I’ve wanted has ever been the one to change that. I’m sure Colin is partly to blame for it, though I don’t have proof. Or know why other than he likes to torture me.
But I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he’s right.
“What makes you think I’m still a virgin?”
He squeezes my neck tighter and I desperately try to suck in some air, but can’t and I’m starting to panic. He wouldn’t kill me, there’re witnesses, but there’s a moment I’m left wondering, would he?
“I know you are, and I’ll be proven right when I have your blood smeared on my cock after I fuck this pussy full of my cum.”
He lets me go, and I suck in deeply, savoring the air as my lungs fill with it.
“You’ll never get the chance,” I say, my voice weak.
He just laughs, joining his friends in the living room, and I’m left to question the wetness between my thighs. That shouldn’t have turned me on and yet all I want to do is jump on him to relieve the ache he caused. I must be seriously fucking deranged.
Looking down at the fresh cookies, I smirk because I’ve never been someone to let things go.
His threats don’t scare me, I can handle anything he dishes out.
I put the sweet treats on a plate, setting a couple aside for myself.
Then, I steel my spine and walk into the living room, swaying my hips a bit more than I normally would.
Colin is in one of the chairs while two of his friends are manspread on the couch, and the other two are sitting on the floor for some reason. I step in front of Colin, bending over to set the plate of cookies on the coffee table.
“Thought you guys might like these,” I say with the sweetest fake voice I can manage.
“Oh fuck yeah,” one of them grunts, while they all immediately lean forward to massacre the cookies.
Two firm hands grab my hips, and yank me back onto a lap and I yelp in surprise.
Colin wraps his arms around my middle, squeezing so hard I try to push him off me, but it’s futile because he’s extremely strong.
Soccer players have strong legs, it’s our prime tool for the sport, and especially a striker like Colin.
But he makes sure to work out his upper body just as much which is evident by the defined muscles and the iron grip he has on me.
“What the fuck did I tell you?” he growls against my ear.
“When the fuck did I tell you I cared?”
He loosens his grip enough that I’m able to push away from him. I know this is just beginning, but damn does it feel good to fight back.
Now, if I could stop getting turned on when I feel his body close to mine, then that would be great.