Page 31 of The Catcher

Just as I reached down for my purse I saw a flicker of movement. Tanner had noticed me. He pushed the woman in front of him aside and walked toward me with that tall predator’s walk. He was wearing a T-shirt and athletic pants.

“No drink for her,” he called out, and Steak paused in his order. “Why not?”

“Because she’s here forme,” Tanner snapped, putting a hand on my neck and pulling me into a corner of the room.

I was feeling irritated at the sting of his big hand on my neck.

“OK, so I’m here. Now what?” I snapped at him, feeling like I had to almost scream with how loud the bar was.

He ignored me, moving closer and putting a big finger on my collared shirt with the pearl buttons. He ran a finger under the collar, his calloused fingers skimming my soft skin, sending prickles down my spine.

“You should wear this more,” he said.

Silently vowing to throw it in the back of my closet, I asked, “What do youwant, Tanner? What do you need me for? Seems like there’s plenty of women here who want to fuck you.”

“Yeah,” he said, and his eyes were cold but they didn’t leave my face. “ButIwant to fuckyou.That’s why you’re here.”

He took my arm and led me down the dark and grimy hall to the bathroom, suddenly turning and pressing me up against the wall, his lips hard on mine, his hand on my chin to make sure my mouth opened to him.

“Not here, Tanner!” I begged, twisting so hard in his grip that my chin ached. “Everyone can see us.”

Tanner rolled his eyes, but he put his hand on my arm and let me down the hall to the manager’s office. Then he knocked on the door. The manager was a thin, harassed man who looked like he was about to tell off whoever knocked on the door, but when he saw it was Tanner he closed his mouth shut with a snap.

“Get out,” Tanner said. “I need your office for a while.”

The man did, and Tanner pulled me impatiently inside the small office and locked the door.

I was trapped in there with him, and I knew there was not a goddamn thing I could do about it. He flicked his eyes up and down my body, then without preamble he said, “On your knees.”

I wanted to get it over with, so I immediately dropped to my knees in front of him. He put one big leg on either side of me, and I felt him caging me in. I went immediately to the drawstrings of his athletic pants, and his cock sprung out, already thick and hard. I gritted my teeth and put my hand on it, bringing the head closer to my mouth. Tanner sucked in his breath, a hard intake of air.

“Not too fast,” he warned me. “If you rush you’re just going to have to do it all over again.”

I felt anger flare through my chest, but I ran my tongue around the head of his cock, hating how he felt like silky velvet under my fingers. Silky cruel velvet. I felt his hand on my head, caressing my hair in a way that sent goosebumps and prickles of fear all along my skin.

“That’s it,” he said. “There’s no point in fighting me, baby girl. I’m going to get what I want.”

I ignored him and took his cock in my mouth, closing my lips around his thick length. As much as I wanted to get it over with, I didn’t want to give him too much suction or go too quickly because then I’d have to do it all fucking over again. So I moved slowly, heat beneath my tongue, my lips stinging with the stretch. I hated how I felt something warm and dirty flare in my chest.

He groaned loudly. “Fuck. You’re so good at that.”

I ignored him again, one hand stroking the base of his big cock while I took as much as I could in my mouth, my tongue swirling around him as I moved in and out, trying to set the perfect pace so I wouldn’t have to do it again.

I felt uncomfortable heat growing between my legs, and I shifted so my thighs wouldn’t rub my cunt with each movement.

“Em,” Tanner said, “Look at me while you’re doing that.”

It felt extra wrong and bitter that he wouldn’t just be satisfied with my mouth on his cock or his cock down my throat. He wanted my face looking up at him. I knew if I didn’t, he would grab my face with his strong fingers and force my chin up, the smirk on his face because he knew he could. So I looked up at him, and his fingers threaded through my hair.

“Good girl,” he said. “Don’t fight me.”

I felt him position my chin, then he bent forward with his hips, shoving his cock further down my throat. I fought my gag reflex again, the panic sizzling over my skin.

He thrust down my throat several times, and as he watched me, he bent down and flicked open the buttons of my shirt, his hand rough on them. I heard one snap off under his fingers.

“You have nice tits,” he said. “Show them more.”

I must have looked angry, because I saw his lips twist up in a smirk. He ripped my shirt further away from my breasts, and he then he popped his cock out of my mouth and yanked up on my braid so I had to stagger to my feet, trapped in place.

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