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Okay. Looking forward to hearing your thoughts. *cringes*
I huff a laugh and like her message, and after downloading the fanfic to my phone, I quickly stand and walk to my en suite bathroom, where I unsheath my cock. There’s no way I’ll be able to get any work done knowing that Layla might enjoy being degraded and corrupted… and that she just might be the perfect submissive for me.
Stroking myself, I think of commanding her to kneel in front of me… of degrading her by coming on her face or calling her names. Of taking someone so innocent and tearing her down. Breaking her. Splintering her resolve and making sure she ends up a sobbing, soiled mess on my hardwood, begging for more.
The fact that she might want that, too?Fuck.To imagine Layla with mascara running down her face as she chokes on my cock…
To imagine her with a chapped ass, to take her from behind like an animal, to slowly but effectively break down every barrier she’s constructed over the years…
To slide my cock between her perfect tits.Fuck, I’d give anything to touch her.Anywhere. I’d take whatever she gave me, inhaling her sickly sweet scent that always reminded me of summertime. To touch the soft skin, to look into those deephazel eyes, to watch her mouth drop open and that tiny furrow between her brows to deepen as I unloaded inside her?—
I come in record time, groaning as I close my eyes, as pleasure sparks from my balls to my throbbing cock, as thick jets of cum coat the glossy marble floor. The last of it leaves my body. After cleaning up the mess, I change into my swimsuit and walk back to the pool, take a sip of my now-cold coffee, and swim for more than double my usual time to try to get rid of all my pent-up sexual energy.
CHAPTER FIVE
THE REGRET
Layla
Oh God.
What have I done?
Right now, a random stranger on the internet is reading one of the filthiest books I’ve ever read (and that’s saying a lot), and soon, we’re going to discuss the themes to see if what I want to try is even feasible. Which… it probably isn’t because the book is about a vampire and his human doll. It’s raunchy with no plot, but I’ve read it at least a hundred times. Sol, the protagonist, and Drake, the vampire, could be considered family members at this point. Is itTwilightfan fiction? Sure. But it’s well-written—and I want to try some of the things Sol and Drake do with someone in real life. I’m just not sure if it’s realistic.
Every time I stop and think about Starboyreading it, I cringe.
What the hell was I thinking?
I have the day off from performing and the hour-long intensive I run two days a week, so I walk to my dad’s house in order to take my mind off a strangerreading lines such as:
I want you to be addicted to this kind of pleasure, little doll.
I’m looking forward to turning you into my slutty little toy so that you exist only to bring me pleasure.
Is that what you want? To be my fuckbunny?
Bend over and spread those creamy thighs. Good girl…
Doesn’t this feel nice? You were scared for nothing. Let Daddy take care of you and fill your pucker with my cum.
The thought of someone else reading how affectionately cruel Drake is to Sol… the things they do together…
I put my phone on Do Not Disturb as I walk up to my dad’s house. To my surprise, Orion is sitting on the front porch. He doesn’t see me at first, enraptured with something on his phone. I debate turning around because the last thing I need is to get into it with my stepbrother. But just as I take a step back, his head snaps up.
“Hey,” he says quickly, pocketing his phone and standing.
“Hi,” I reply, waving as I walk up. “Why are you out here?”
Orion shrugs, smirking. “It’s a nice day. Scott’s out getting burgers. Want me to text him to grab you one?”
Do I?
I mean… I wasn’t planning on spending my afternoon with Orion, but I also don’t want to give up an afternoon spent with my dad. I can do this. I’ll need to get used to him again at some point. For half a second, I let my eyes wander down his white T-shirt, the tattoos on his right arm, and the way his hair is artfully messy. He’s in dark jeans and those damn motorcycle boots again.
I can handle this.
I can handle this.
