Fiftysix - Seven Rue Page 0,60
every time I used it for homework or to write assignments.
“Have you ever talked to men on your laptop?” he asked, reaching for my pillow and lifting it slightly.
My heart was beating fast. My damn ski mask was right underneath the mattress, and for some reason I didn’t get that he had already found my hiding spot, because when he turned around to look at me with the most infuriated look on his face, he was holding my ski mask in his hand already.
Shit! Shit! Shit!
“Wanna tell me what you need this for, Dove?”
I felt all the blood flow from my face, making me paler than I already was while my heart started to pump like crazy.
My throat clogged up, not able to speak anymore while he still held the ski mask gripped tightly in one hand while his other fisted at his side.
He was angry, looking scary as hell.
“Talk,” he ordered, taking a few steps toward me while I stepped back but stopped as my back hit the door.
“I—”
“Not so vocal anymore, huh? Think you could get away with this? You let me fuck you while you make other men come through a fucking webcam?”
“How do you know?” I asked, my voice shaky and not at all confident.
Shit, he was furious.
He let out a harsh laugh and cupped my throat with the mask still in his hand, pressing it against my skin and making me hold my breath.
“You’ve been making my brother come for months.”
I wanted to talk, and to my luck, he loosened his grip to let me speak. “I didn’t know it was Marcus until I saw him at your house—”
“And you continued to make him pleasure himself while I had my dick sucked by you? Shit, darling…bold of you,” he muttered, his face close to mine.
His fingers tightened around my neck again, and my eyes stayed on his the whole time while his stare got darker by the second.
He was quiet again, letting me know by his mood how angry he really was, but even with him knowing about me camming now, I couldn’t help myself.
“Will you punish me now?” I whispered, my voice a hoarse whisper.
Something flashed in his eyes, and in one swift move, he pulled the ski mask over my head, gripped the top of it tightly and pulled me to the bed.
He pushed me to my knees and pressed his crotch against my face harshly, rubbing the hard fabric of his jeans against my skin.
“You dare to please other men when I should’ve been the only one. Did you think I would never find out?”
Honestly? No. I didn’t think he’d find out. At least not this soon.
He pushed my face more against his crotch, letting me feel just how hard he already was.
I lifted my hands and cupped the backsides of his thighs to hold on to something, but just as I did, he pulled away and squatted down in front of me with his hand on my throat again.
With his other hand he adjusted the mask so I could properly look at him and have my mouth at the hole to breathe.
“And even now you’re teasing me. You got some nerve, baby,” he told me with a devilish grin on his face.
I couldn’t help but grin as well. “Isn’t a bad thing, hm?” I croaked out, biting down on my bottom lip.
He shook his head and let out a harsh laugh, then he let his eyes wander all over my mask-covered face. “I’m gonna punish you as Dove tonight. Valley doesn’t deserve this punishment.”
I didn’t care who he was gonna punish. It was my body he’d do all the things to, and I wanted nothing more than that.
My nervousness turned into excitement, and when he noticed that, he got back up on his feet and left me on my knees.
In an instant, he dragged me up on the bed and pushed my face against the mattress as his other hand left a burning sensation on my ass after slapping it hard.
I cried out but quickly decided that it didn’t hurt but felt good, and after the second hard slap, I closed my eyes to turn the pain into pleasure.
“You fucking dare to play with me like this, and you get punished in return. I don’t wanna hear one fucking whine tonight, understood?”
Another slap, this time to the other cheek.
“Yes,” I moaned.
“Yes, what?”
I frowned. He didn’t like to be called daddy, and he never wanted me to call him sir either.
But as