Page 9 of All for You

“What the fuck?” She tests the hold of the handcuffs, the ones on the bed are cuffed to the one I brought and one I had still on me so that the link is a little longer and makes it a little easier for me to move her how I want. “You don’t have to do this. I would have come with you on my own. I would have come with you and all you had to do is ask.”

I give her a smile before dragging a chair over to sit by the bed. I turn it and straddle it. “We need to talk, and I don’t think you would be up for what we have to talk about.”

She gives me a pinched look.

“Are you going to tell me you can’t see me anymore? That you don’t want to wait until I graduate because you thought it was going to be just a few weeks of waiting and you found out I won’t graduate until next year.”

“Uh no. That is not going to happen. I know I told you we were going to wait until you graduated but things have changed.”

“Changed.”

I nod for her. “Staying away isn’t going to work and it’s not an option to try to ignore it. Not anymore.”

“Ignore it? What? Ignore what? Me? Because you do a really good job of that.” Her eyes snap fire. I would laugh but I’m sure she isn’t going to find any of this funny.

Thinking about how worried her mom told me she got about me, the urge to smile or laugh melts away.

“I never thought when I tried to use distance to…control this, that it would hurt you.”

“This. It. What is it, Charlie? Name what IT is for me because I don’t understand.”

“This is the urge I have when I’m around you. This is the insanity that runs through me when I see or think about you. This is me wanting to rip those tiny ass shorts right off of you without taking them down at all and licking that pretty little pussy until you beg me to stop and then taking that cherry so fast and so hard you forget everything else, everything, but me. That’s what this is.”

Her cute as fuck mouth pops open and she looks at me with stunned eyes.

“I promised. I promised you and myself and hell even your fucking parents that this wouldn’t happen until after you walked across a stage.” I stand and start pacing like a fucking lion in a cage. “But then you had to open that beautiful mouth of yours, you had to…damn it. Your mom called me. She said you thought something bad had happened. And that you weren’t eating or sleeping. She said you cried yourself sick…because of me, because of something I did.”

I put my knee on the bed and hold her face in my hand so I can take her mouth in a torturous kiss.

“Your mom understands. She knew this shit wasn’t going to last. She knew, that’s why she called me…and told me to come get you.”

“What?” her breath fans across my mouth I’m still so close to her mouth.

“This is it, sweetheart. You and I aren’t leaving here until you understand you belong to me and I’m positively sure you aren’t sad and hurting anymore.”

She yanks at her wrists, but they don’t go anywhere. “Let me go and we can talk about what all of this means. You don’t have to keep me…prisoner.”

I look at her, at her wide innocent eyes and her sweet face with its sexy sinful mouth, “Oh baby…this isn’t to keep you here with me. You’re handcuffed to this bed, not to keep you here with me. You’re handcuffed so you don’t try to play this out your way. This is so we can go nice and slow. As slow as I want to go.”

She lets out an angry furious sound that is halfway between a grunt and a shriek and fully cute as hell. “So that’s it. Our whole relationship is just going to be dictated by what you want. You’re the only person in the relationship with any say, any control…any freakin power. What a douche move.”

I chuckle this time. I can’t help it. My sweet girl has a spicy side that I love.

“You don’t think you have control? We’re here because of you. All of this is because of you. You…,” I kiss her lips again but this time softly, “you have all the control, little girl. All the control. You could end me with just a word, make my world stop turning. You have me right in the palm of your hand... but this time you can’t be in control.”

I jerk back and take in what I have before me. She scissors her knees together and I can’t help but wonder if she’s as turned on by all of this as I am. It doesn’t matter if she is right now because I plan to have her so worked up by the time I take her, she’s going to be wet enough and ready enough to not just take me but feel no pain doing it.

I turn from her only to turn back after I retrieve what I need from my bag. I brought the bag, the extra cuffs, and the food up before I snuck into her room. Her eyes grow even rounder when she sees what I’m holding. The light from the little wall lamp hanging beside the bed glints off the metal I’m holding in my hand.

I walk over to the bed and grab a fist full of the damned shorts that have been haunting me since I snuck into her room and found her sleeping. But I don’t need the scissors in my hand to rid her of them. The things are so thin and so tiny that they pretty much fall the fuck off of her as soon as I pull hard. And she isn’t wearing a thing underneath them.

I pull them from her leaving her bare to me. A thin strip of hair draws my eyes down to the dewy lips that are glistening and begging for me to touch…to taste. I like the fact she has kept some hair for me. I bet it tickles my nose when I’m down there eating up the sweetness she’s made for me.

I fling the scissors now that I don’t need them and watch her watching me. I think she might be in shock that I just tore her shorts off her.

“What the hell, Charlie? What am I supposed to wear now that you just fucked up the only thing I have here? How am I supposed to go home?”

I run my tongue over my bottom lip in anticipation of what’s to come and give her the answer she’s probably not going to like hearing, “You’re not.”

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