my words have run out, and despite my weak attempt at rejecting what I want, my body betrays me. All the time. The dreams I have, the fantasies running through my head…
It's wrong, it's wrong, it's wrong.
Dad's voice.
I hate him.
"Look at me, Brayden."
Forget it. No way. I can't—I…I obey.
Warily, I lift my head and peer up at him. As always, there's no judgment in his eyes. There's patience, plenty of it.
Does he know how fucking attractive he is? Does he know that, aside from Lina, he's the one I can't stop thinking about?
I bet he does.
"Such a stubborn little sub," he murmurs and cups my cheek.
It heats up in response and I try to duck my head again, but he doesn’t allow it. While staring at me intently, practically searing his way into my fucking soul with those deep blue eyes, he shifts a few inches closer to me. A challenge appears in his gaze, quiet determination, and…something else.
I suck in a quick breath, feeling his coc k pressing against my own.
I mmediately, shame floods me. I've been told too many times that this is wrong and perverse.
"You know, I could just fucking kill your father."
I stutter a breath, wondering if I have any secrets left. While I haven't told Mark about my family, it seems he already knows just by observing my behavior and being aware of my father's name.
"Wh-what?" I croak.
"It's fairly obvious that he's told you a bunch of horseshit," he replies bluntly.
If I wasn’t so wound-up and ready to break, perhaps I'd laugh at his words. Instead I just offer a vague shrug, not wanting to confirm anything, and I'm granted the permission to lower my head. Staring at his broad chest again, I focus on getting control of my breathing. Nothing seems to work. My mind tells me to get the hell away, yet the rest of me…
Indecision is a heartless bitch. Confliction is a goddamn cunt. Vulnerability is a fucking hag.
Lina would make this easy for me. She's been the barrier between Mark and me, and she has the patience of a saint—kinda like Mark, I guess. I'm lucky to have her. God knows I couldn’t love her more. Or maybe I could. After all, I find myself falling for that woman more every day. But right now, she's not where she's supposed to be. She's not here. Which leaves nothing between my body and Mark's. Not even underwear or the sheets. We're both using the same covers. Both touching.
Her not being here reminds me of something else, too. Whenever we spend the weekend at Mark's place, he has us servicing him in the mornings. It's extremely erotic to see Mark using Lina, and it's strangely satisfying, too. I can't even begin to explain it, but like I said, she's not here now. So, who is going to service Mark?
You're reaching.
I know, but it would be easier if I didn’t have the choice. If Mark commanded me to—to…to do something, I would. I think. Yeah, because it wouldn’t be my decision. It would be his. Just like last night in Mr. Ford's office.
Mark won't do that, though. I can tell. This is one thing he wants from me— of my own choosing. I have to take that first step; he won't do it. Problem is, I won't either.
You sure about that?
I bite down on my lip, a crease appearing on my forehead, and I stare at the hard planes of his naked chest. Lina's had her mouth all over it. Her hands, her thighs, her sweet pussy.
T he only thing I envy is that I don’t have the same closeness with him—that intimacy.
Hesitantly, before I can chicken out, I place my hand on his bicep. Other than a small twitch of his muscles, there's no reaction. Not until a minute or so later when he softly brushes his hand along my spine. Again, it's to comfort me, reassure me, and it works to an extent. He lulls me into a relaxed state—at least to the point where my chest is no longer heaving with each shallow breath. Another few minutes later, he pauses and rests his hand on my lower back. It's casual, if not for two fingers being so close to the crack of my ass.
It's arousing
It's wrong, it's wrong, it's wrong.
Dad's voice.
I hate him.
"Look at me, Brayden."
Forget it. No way. I can't—I…I obey.
Warily, I lift my head and peer up at him. As always, there's no judgment in his eyes. There's patience, plenty of it.
Does he know how fucking attractive he is? Does he know that, aside from Lina, he's the one I can't stop thinking about?
I bet he does.
"Such a stubborn little sub," he murmurs and cups my cheek.
It heats up in response and I try to duck my head again, but he doesn’t allow it. While staring at me intently, practically searing his way into my fucking soul with those deep blue eyes, he shifts a few inches closer to me. A challenge appears in his gaze, quiet determination, and…something else.
I suck in a quick breath, feeling his coc k pressing against my own.
I mmediately, shame floods me. I've been told too many times that this is wrong and perverse.
"You know, I could just fucking kill your father."
I stutter a breath, wondering if I have any secrets left. While I haven't told Mark about my family, it seems he already knows just by observing my behavior and being aware of my father's name.
"Wh-what?" I croak.
"It's fairly obvious that he's told you a bunch of horseshit," he replies bluntly.
If I wasn’t so wound-up and ready to break, perhaps I'd laugh at his words. Instead I just offer a vague shrug, not wanting to confirm anything, and I'm granted the permission to lower my head. Staring at his broad chest again, I focus on getting control of my breathing. Nothing seems to work. My mind tells me to get the hell away, yet the rest of me…
Indecision is a heartless bitch. Confliction is a goddamn cunt. Vulnerability is a fucking hag.
Lina would make this easy for me. She's been the barrier between Mark and me, and she has the patience of a saint—kinda like Mark, I guess. I'm lucky to have her. God knows I couldn’t love her more. Or maybe I could. After all, I find myself falling for that woman more every day. But right now, she's not where she's supposed to be. She's not here. Which leaves nothing between my body and Mark's. Not even underwear or the sheets. We're both using the same covers. Both touching.
Her not being here reminds me of something else, too. Whenever we spend the weekend at Mark's place, he has us servicing him in the mornings. It's extremely erotic to see Mark using Lina, and it's strangely satisfying, too. I can't even begin to explain it, but like I said, she's not here now. So, who is going to service Mark?
You're reaching.
I know, but it would be easier if I didn’t have the choice. If Mark commanded me to—to…to do something, I would. I think. Yeah, because it wouldn’t be my decision. It would be his. Just like last night in Mr. Ford's office.
Mark won't do that, though. I can tell. This is one thing he wants from me— of my own choosing. I have to take that first step; he won't do it. Problem is, I won't either.
You sure about that?
I bite down on my lip, a crease appearing on my forehead, and I stare at the hard planes of his naked chest. Lina's had her mouth all over it. Her hands, her thighs, her sweet pussy.
T he only thing I envy is that I don’t have the same closeness with him—that intimacy.
Hesitantly, before I can chicken out, I place my hand on his bicep. Other than a small twitch of his muscles, there's no reaction. Not until a minute or so later when he softly brushes his hand along my spine. Again, it's to comfort me, reassure me, and it works to an extent. He lulls me into a relaxed state—at least to the point where my chest is no longer heaving with each shallow breath. Another few minutes later, he pauses and rests his hand on my lower back. It's casual, if not for two fingers being so close to the crack of my ass.
It's arousing
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