Page 46 of The Catcher

I turned and sat on his lap, leaning back against his hard chest. There was no other option really.

“Why did you leave?” he asked.

“You blackmailed me into giving you blowjobs,” I said. “You forced me to have sex with you.”

“Tell me the truth,” Tanner said sharply.

“I just did!” I cried, goaded into speech.

I was lying against his chest, my head tucked under his chin. His smell was so familiar, cigarette smoke mixed with that rich scent of his cologne.

“I didn’t ask for your little pretend reason, the reason you told yourself,” he said harshly. “I asked for therealreason.”

“What makes you think that isn’t the real reason?” I asked.

“Because you liked what I did to you,” he said in a chilling voice, blowing a ring of smoke past my ear. “Youlikedbeing taken. Youlikedbeing dominated.”

I felt a little shiver go down my spine.

“You said I was just a cunt to fill,” I said in a low voice. “So I don’t know why you went to all this trouble instead of finding another cunt to fill.”

There was silence for a moment, and he took another drag of the last of his cigarette.

“You’re a little fool, Emrys,” he said harshly. “I didn’t mean that. You should have known I would come after you.”

Maybe I had.

Suddenly I felt very sleepy. I shouldn’t have felt sleepy in Tanner’s lap, but I did feel drowsy. And it was very late.

The last thing I heard as I fell into an exhausted sleep was his growl. “Do not try to run from me again.”

“What’s the point?” I mumbled sleepily back.

If Tanner Courtenay could get my teaching license suspended, he could do anything. There was no escape for me.

I woke up when he was carrying me to the bed. I was a little startled, but when we got there, he rolled me onto my belly, gripping my ass with painful tightness, and slid his cock into me. He groaned again to feel how wet I was and then he took me hard, his hands grabbing my ass and hips so he could pound his cock into me, force me and bend me and master me until he was done, and not a moment before.

18

The next morning I stumbled up to go to the bathroom.

I saw Tanner roll over, looking at me, his cock already hardening against his long tanned legs.

“Come here,” he said. I hated how his voice always felt on my skin, raising the tiny hairs on the back of my neck in a mix of fear and arousal.

“I have to pee,” I said, locking the door behind me. “I need a shower.”

“Hurry up,” I heard him growl.

I noticed that he had clearly been planning for my arrival. There was a bag of new toiletries on the long, marbled countertop, and I took a petty pleasure in being as messy as I could brushing my teeth, smearing the toothpaste all around the sink and on the mirror.

But I had barely gotten the water running when I heard a loud knocking on the door to the bathroom.

“I’m in the shower,” I called out, carefully soaping my sore cunt.

But I began to hear loud noises and thuds, barely muted by the shower, then there was a sudden loud crack and the door slammed open. I yelped in surprise.

“You broke the door!”

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