I stop jerking off as her eyes narrow, and she cocks her head almost as if she’s only just noticing that she’s being watched. But then she shakes her head, lifts up her middle finger, and continues bathing as though nothing ever happened.
Fuck.
My cock goes flaccid under my hand, and I pull out and zip up, groaning. Guess now’s not the time to enjoy myself. Not when she knows I’m watching and doesn’t even care.
Maybe this girl is tougher than I thought.
I click away and close my laptop, then put a cigar in my mouth and light it. I’ll wait until the time is right. It won’t take her long to finish her bath and climb in her bed … sleeping the night away …
Or not.
Charlotte
The brand of oil matches the one I have at home, constantly reminding me of the freedom I’ve lost. But the heat of the water makes it easy to ignore that.
At first, I hated the idea of taking a bath because it was his idea, but the moment I put my feet into the water, I was sold. Besides, it’s not as if I could say no. If I didn’t do it, he’d know with all those cameras in the house.
Of course, I knew he was watching. Since I discovered the camera in the kitchen, I did a little snooping in my own room and found several more. I’m guessing they’re all over the house.
At first, I wanted to rip them all out and stomp on them, but I realized that would only anger him more, and I’m not eager to earn any punishments. So I went with the flow and pretended I didn’t know.
Until now.
I wonder what his face looked like the moment I stripped and stepped into the bath. If he was all hot and bothered and couldn’t stop fondling himself. If he wished he were here with me so he could wash me.
That sick son of a bitch got what he wanted, and I hope he liked the whole damn show. It’s all he’s gonna get out of me because there’s no way I’ll surrender. If I’m going to be a prisoner in this house, at least I can make him go insane. After all, it’s no fun being the only one who’s losing their shit.
Tears have no place on my face tonight. I refuse to let this day of ruined innocence and the stealing of my heart get to me. Instead, I smile against my pillow, knowing I’ve lived another day. And with that thought, I fall sound asleep for the first time in a long time.
In the middle of the night, I wake up feeling hazy, not knowing where I am. My head pounds, and I feel fuzzy. Must’ve drunk too much alcohol at the reception just to deal with being married, but I definitely regret that decision right now.
My skin prickles as I try to twist in my bed. But no matter how hard I try, I can’t turn over. Something’s holding me back. A hand on the small of my back … and another one around my waist. And not just that, but it’s moving and sliding down toward my pussy.
Fuck.
The moment my lips part, he moves his hand over my neck. “Shh … relax …”
Easton’s right beside me, whispering in my ear, licking my earlobe while he rubs up against me. It’s as if I’m dreaming right now, but he’s fondling me. My half-asleep self can barely register the fact that he’s lying here in my bed … touching me.
His hands slide along my shoulders and my collarbone, stroking my chest. He dips into my nightgown and slithers down toward my breast, avoiding it on purpose as if to make me greedy for more. And I am … I’m not even fighting him.
The onslaught of his touch on my senses is too much as he caresses my entire body while kissing me, and my resolve breaks inch by inch.
“What are you doing?” I mutter, barely able to get the words out.
“Kissing you … loving you,” he murmurs, planting kisses all over my neck.
I’m powerless against his assault. It’s as if my body refuses to move, despite my brain telling me to do something. To tell him to fuck off and get out.
But I don’t.
Even though I can talk and squeeze the blanket as he kisses my shoulder while he caresses me… I’m even getting wet.
Why do I let this happen? I hate him.
But at the same time, I’m not even sure I want him to stop. My body resonates with the things he’s doing, the way he touches me, and I’m completely taken over in the moment by his domination.
I belong to him. I gave away my life so my father could live his.
My body is Easton’s to do with as he pleases. And now he wants it.
Is this because of what I did in the tub? I drew him toward me and made him come to my room. Why did I have to act out like that? Stupid, stupid Charlotte!
“Yes, that’s it. Give in to me, Charlotte,” he murmurs into my ear.
He grips my wrists and pins them together above my head while he’s toying with me. I’m confused, completely dumbstruck by all the emotions and sensations coursing through my veins.
I’ve never felt anything like this before, not with any other boy I’ve been with, and it terrifies me to the point of being unable to resist.
“You want this, Charlotte. Admit it,” he growls, rolling on top of me. “Shouldn’t have taunted me in that tub. But you knew what you were doing. Well, now you have me.”
The wicked smile on his face makes my heart pound faster. But before I can form a coherent reply, he’s already smashed his lips onto mine. His kisses are all-consuming and numbing, as though I’m diving into a deep sea and don’t need to come up to breathe. It’s thrilling, unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. I’m delirious from the way he claims my mouth as if it always belonged to him.
When he unlocks his lips from mine, I suck in the air, my lips tingly and greedy for more. But I refuse to ask. I refuse to give in to this jackass of a man with the smoothest tongue skills I’ve ever experienced.
And just like that, he slips off me, crawls off the bed, and disappears from my room as if he was never here in the first place. I’m utterly confused, staring into the hollow space he left as if that’ll make him come back. Even though I tell myself I don’t want him to. My mind is reeling from the nerve he had to touch me like that, yet my body is zinging in the remaining pleasure that’s ebbing away.
Just like my resolve.
