Page 62 of Chasing After You
“No. You sleep inmyhouse, you drink frommymug, you wear the fucking cologneIpicked out for you!Itake care of you,Icomfort you,Ido everything for you. And yet the moment I finally think I have you, you run off to get your dick wet with some stranger!”
His breath hitched. “I didn’t… I just wanted…”
“I saw the way you looked at me the other night,” I murmured. “Youlookedat me, Josh. Don’t lie. What about the way you’ve been spying on me every night through the door?”
“W-wha—”
“Why the fuck do you think I started leaving the door cracked? Why the fuck do you think I jacked off in just the right spot so that you had the perfect view? Why the fuck do you think I angled the laptop so you could see what I was watching?”
I surged forward and took his lips, forcing my tongue into his mouth when he gasped. It was messy, desperate, unforgivable, and everything I’d been aching for. His lips were warm and trembling and slow to respond, but they didn’t pull away.
When I drew back, he just stared at me with wide eyes, frozen in place.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, even though I wasn’t. “But I can’t keep this up. I wanted you to come to me on your own. I wanted to make it nice for you, gentle, sweet. I didn’t want it to happen this way.”
“Wait,” Josh pleaded. “You didn’t want what to happen this way? I’m so confused, Dori. I don’t understand what’s going on.”
“What’s going on is that we’re going to go into the locked room upstairs.”
“What? Why? What’s up there? What does it have to do with you taking me from my date?”
I cupped his chin in the palm of my hand, looking into his innocently confused eyes. “This is the last choice you get to make tonight. You can choose whether or not you’ll enter that room with me. But once you go in, you’re not coming out until I decide to let you out.”
He murmured, “But what happens in the room? And what happens if I don’t go in?”
I smiled. “If you go in the room, I’ll make you mine completely. But if you decide not to, I’ll take away your phone and lock you in your bedroom for the next three days.”
He startled, but still kept his chin in my loose hold. “That’s not really giving me a choice. I can’t… I don’t like being locked up…”
“What would you like to do, sweetheart? Will you come willingly?”
“I—” Josh drew in ragged breaths, his cheeks beginning to pink.
I whispered, “You know which is the correct choice, don’t you? Stop fighting your needs.”
“O-okay…,” he agreed meekly, “I’ll go into the r-room with you.”
I let go of his chin, patting his cheek. “Smart boy.”
He shivered. “By um… by making me yours… do you… do you mean… likethat?”
“Like what?” I teased.
“Like… y-you know…” Josh bit his lip.
I leaned in to speak lowly into his ear. “I showed you that porn for a reason.”
Josh let out a minuscule whimper. “I don’t know if I’d be any good at that stuff,” he whispered.
“You don’t have to be good at anything. All you need to do is take what I give you. Does that sound okay?”
“Y-yeah… But, um…” He shifted on his feet, picking at imaginary lint on his shirt. I waited patiently as he struggled to find the words he wanted to say. “You like… like that hard stuff, right? Like what you were watching?”
“Yes,” I answered, tilting my head as I waited for the question at the tip of his tongue.
“I’ve never done kinky stuff before, but I… well, I’ve watched a few things and stuff and… can I… Would it be okay if I had a safe word? Please…?” He nervously caught my gaze.
I smiled. “Yes, but make sure to use them only if absolutely necessary, okay? Do you know the stoplight system?”
