“Fuck, Sunshine.”
Sunshine.Only one man calls me that, so either this is a really good dream, or…
My eyes open. A figure stands above me, obscured by the night.
“Wake up, girlie.” I open my eyes to my father by my bed. He’s holding scissors in his grip, which he uses on the zip ties around my wrists.
Salt and silk again pull me from the past. I yank my wrists, trapped—just like the zip ties—and a gasp for breath bursts from my chest.
Air, air, air! I need air.
A hand grips my hair and neck, angling my face up to stare at the mask hanging over me.
Then, I breathe.
Hunter—Levi.His familiar scent swims, clouding my mind—clearing the past.
“Getting the sense fighting wasn’t for the game.” His thumb strokes the corner of my mouth, reminding me how I woke up. It wasn’t his thumb touching me, though, that I can be certain of. Although he’s masked, I envision the typical soft look he gives me during every other breakdown he’s unfortunately witnessed.
“I-I… Sorry. No, but continue.” My body slumps to the bed, more tired than even when I was asleep. “Sorry to fuck up your plan.”
“Isn’t that the point of this?” His hold around my neck loosens to trace my pulse. “Working through trauma. Teaching your body that not every touch, everything like this”—he reaches to lightly tug on the rope—“means it’s your father. That there’s pleasure, not pain, at the end. Do you need me to stop?”
Need, not want.Because he knows me and how determined I can get.
As much as his grip allows for, I tilt my head to study the ropes spreading over both my arms, making him practically lean over me. Along with his mask is the hoodie again, but the very apparent skin jutting from his pants draws my attention.
His cock.
My tongue sweeps my bottom lip as all the pieces fall back into place. He watches me, straightening slightly and removing his hand from my neck but maintaining the one in my hair.
“You were…”
“Trying to wake you up choking on my cock with nowhere to escape.” My thighs clench—an act that isn’t hidden from him. “You like the sound of that.”
“Y-yeah.” There isn’t a reason to lie at this point.
“Then part those pretty lips for me. Let me paint them in a colour that’ll warn others not to go near you.”
“Is this about the pool yesterday?” Knowing he was watching from above had me feeling…bold. It was strange, because I knew exactly where he was and evenwhohe was, yet our conversation—just like all our other virtual ones—was different than the ones we’d have as Levi and Summer. A piece of him that won’t always be mine, no matter what he says. It was the retainer his father pays that helped put my father away, so what’s it say if I go against his parents’ wishes and be with him?
“It’s about everything.” He grips himself. “Open up, Sunshine.”
My lips press together in defiance, and a low noise emits from his chest—almost a growl. His cockhead taps against my pressed lips once, a threat, before he grips my cheeks between his thumb and forefinger andsqueezes.
My lips are forced to part, and he pushes the head of his cock between them. His soft skin glides through my mouth for a few inches, pausing for me to catch my breath.
“Fuck, baby.”
There’s a power in those two words, the ability to drop a man to his knees, despite being the one tied up and ‘forced’ into this position. Heat flushes through my core, and my tongue slides over him, forgetting the part when I’m meant to fight.
He moves to my throat, meeting my gaze, his own igniting into black flames. “Unless you want to be tied to this bed for the rest of your vacation, you will not bite.”
That doesn’t sound terrible.Not with him as my jailor.
“Now suck.”
He shoves deeper into my mouth, using my hair to pull me onto him. My eyes water when his cock hits the back of mythroat, and, with a low moan, he strokes himself between my lips.