26. Graham
GRAHAM
Those are her nails, tugging at the thin lace panties around her pussy lips.
I want my face in that.
I set the phone down.
Go to war with myself about deleting the video.
She’s tempting me.
She doesn’t know what she’s doing.
She doesn’t know who I am, what I want to do to her.
I need to scare her. Need to show her that I’m not trustworthy, that I’m not safe.
I could just move. Could just flee the country. Go to that remote island I bought that I didn’t tell my brothers about.
But I don’t want to leave without seeing Dani.
I can’t let my last memory of her be her fingers playing in her cunt.
That loud moan that escaped her, like she was imagining me there between her legs.
I’m in control, I remind myself as I grab my car keys.
I stopped once.
I can stop again.
She stays late at the office.
I know because I wait for her for hours, cruising around the block, listening to Liam Neeson narrate The Picture of Dorian Gray while icy rain pelts the roof of the car.
Waiting to see her come out of the building.
There.
She’s walking down the dark sidewalk, on her phone, of course—oblivious to her surroundings.
She doesn’t notice as I pull up next to her and roll down the window.
“Get in, Dani.”
“Graham?”
“You have any other kidnappers?”
She swallows.
Stares at me then looks straight ahead.
“I can walk home, thanks.”
“Get the fuck in my car, Dani, before I make you.”
The sleet is turning to slushy snow.
Flurries of it blow into the car when she opens the door.
“Happy?” she snaps when the door slams.
“No.” I shove her back into the seat, making her gasp. “Don’t ever send me pictures like that again.”
“You didn’t like it?” Her tongue comes out to lick her lips.
“You don’t want to fuck with me,” I snarl at her.
“You started it.” Her chin sets stubborn.
I grab her jaw, forcing her head back. “I started what?” I nuzzle her neck so that I don’t kiss her mouth. “Hmm? You came into my bedroom—no panties on, just your big tits under my T-shirt…”
I tug the buttons on her blouse open. Pull the fabric aside.
She makes that same gasp from the video I watched a hundred times and know by heart as I nuzzle the curve of her breast, cup it out of her bra, and suck the pink nipple into my mouth, rolling it with my tongue.
I let her feel my teeth on her, wanting to mark her, to tell everyone she’s mine.
I inch her skirt up.
I can stop any time I want to.
“Did you like the video?” she stammers out.
“Next time I want to watch you come.”
“Oh!”
I cup her face, trace my thumb over her lips, and let her suck on it as I trace the desire on her face.
Her tongue presses against my finger as I inch her skirt up a few more inches.
“Mhhh—” She makes a strangled noise.
The skirt moves higher up her hips. She wiggles to give me better access.
You see? She wants this. Wants me. Wants me to take her.
Her mouth parts when I jerk my hand out and stare down at the V between her spread legs.
“Where are your panties?”
“I lost them.”
“Lost them where?”
“I… er… I don’t know.”
“Or did you give them away?”
“They might have been stolen.”
“Who has your panties, Dani?” She screams as I slam my fist into the headrest.
“Who has your fucking panties? Is it Kraig?”
“N-No.” She’s lying. “I think maybe I should go—”
“You think I’m going to let you leave? Let you bend over so Kraig can be the first man to come up your cunt?” I shove my hand between her legs.
She grabs my wrist, her head thrown back as I stroke her roughly then slide two fingers up her cunt.
My other hand closes on her neck. “I don’t want any man other than me to touch you. I don’t want you letting him”—I thrust my fingers into her, hard—“touch you like this.”
There’s a flash of fear in her eyes.
It’s electrifying.
She makes mewling noises as I lean in to suck on her nipples, nipping and biting them as I work my fingers in her pussy.
Fuck, this is addictive.
But I can stop anytime.
My wet fingers move down her slit.
I finger her other hole, and she freaks out.
I hold her down, pressed against the leather seat as I stroke her tight hole, letting her feel the press of my fingers where I know no man has ever been.
“You like that, huh?”
“Um…”
“You said you wanted to lose your virginity.” I smirk at her as she struggles under me.
I can stop anytime.
“I can bend you over the seat right here. Spray my cum up your ass. Is that what you want?” I jerk my hand in her.
“Is that why you sent me that video? You want me to fuck you like an animal? Make you take my cock in your cunt, up your ass, over and over, until I ruin you? Make you walk home covered in my cum?”
She lets out a moan.
I grab her hand, slap it on her breast, make her work her own titty, pinching her nipple while I finger her.
The smell of her pussy juices floods the car.
I’m drunk on them.
I can stop…
I take my hand off her neck. Listen to her as she gasps for air. Yank her hair, making her arch into my hand.
…stop anytime… I can stop anytime…
“I… um… I don’t know…” She’s panting. “Um… I just… Can we do it in your house?”
She’s bargaining.
I can stop anytime.
I pull back.
Lean back in my seat, back against the window spattered with snow.
She’s like a ruined sex doll in the passenger seat, half undressed, legs spread. Pussy juices all over the seat. Her hand over her tits.
I want to throw her in the back seat and fuck her.
But see? I was able to stop.
“I’m not taking you anywhere.”
“What?”
“I’m not fucking you.”
“What?” She pushes upright.
“You obviously can’t handle it,” I say coldly.
“What? Yes, I… I can…” She sounds uncertain.
“You can’t.” It’s dismissive. “There’s nothing worse than bad sex. Now get out of my car.”
Hands shaking, she collects her clothes.
Her nervousness is addicting.
Her uncertainty.
The threads of desire.
The winter wind cleanses the car of the smell of her when she wrenches the door open and stumbles onto the sidewalk.
“And Dani…” I lean out of the window.
“I ever see you talking to Kraig again? I’ll fuck you in the bathroom in your office in the middle of the day and make everyone hear you scream when you take my cock for the first time.”