Page 30 of Hodge
“You do when you wanna be stubborn and defiant. Just like you are right now.”
“Untie me, Hodge.” He shakes his head as he lets the flame burn out. The next thing I see, he’s pulling a ring off his finger, a skull ring I’ve seen him wearing.
“Locke, pull them down,” he orders, nodding toward my jeans.
“Like fuck you will!” I scream. Hodge laughs before pulling his knife out and flicking it open.
“He pulls them down, or I cut them off. Ladies’ choice,” he says.
“Don’t you fucking touch me, Locke,” I hiss. Locke steps back with his hands in the air, a grin on his face. That’s when I notice that most of the girls were sent back inside, but a few, along with the guys, are all outside watching this unfold, whatever the hell this is.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined doin’ this,” Hodge says as he moves closer to me. I try to pull away, but where the hell am I going to go?
“Don’t do this.”
“Do what?”
“Whatever it is you’re trying to do.” He licks his lips and brings the blade to the crotch of my jeans and presses it there lightly. I instantly gasp, and he likes it. I can see it all over his face.
“Fuck, Kemah. This gets me hard as hell,” he tells me as he drags the blade over me and up to my waist.
“Don’t do this.”
“It’s gonna be okay, Kemah.”
“No, it’s not. You have a fucking knife, Hodge.”
“Are you scared?”
“Yes, I’m scared! I don’t know what the hell you’re doing.”
“Trust me, Kemah.”
“What? Are you crazy?”
“Maybe a little.”
“Hodge, please.”
“Please, what? Please fuck you when I get done with you? Please lick your pussy when this is over? You want me to make you feel better when this is done, Kemah?”
“When what’s done?”
“I warned you not to play games with me, and you played anyway.”
“I didn’t do anything.” Hodge flips the knife in his hand and grabs the waist of my jeans, pulling them away from my body before cutting them. I stand still so he doesn’t cut me by accident as he cuts it straight down the middle. He parts the denim and groans when he sees the front of my panties on full display.
“Stop,” I warn him.
“You’re in no position to make demands, darlin’. Just relax.” Relax? Is he seriously telling me to relax right now? I’m about to open my mouth when his hand slips into the front of my panties and slides down to my pussy. I suck in a breath, knowing everyone is standing there watching him do this to me.
“You like it?” he asks, feeling how wet I am. I can feel my cheeks heat, and embarrassment floods me. I don’t answer him, and I don’t have to. Hodge pulls his hand out and licks his fingers before kneeling in front of me. He grabs the leg of my jeans and begins to cut them, then moves to the other leg. Once he has them the way he wants them, he rips the fabric from my body and tosses it to the side.
“You wore the thong,” he groans as he stands and moves around behind him. The tip of the knife touches my flesh, and I jerk slightly. “Kemah, darlin’. I’m gonna do somethin’ you’re not gonna like.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m tired of you talkin’ down about yourself. I’m tired of you thinkin’ no one would want you.”
