Chapter 5
Heather
“What-What are you doing here?” I asked, backing up into the apartment.
Hector stalked into the room, shut the door behind him, and locked it, the thick black rope dangling from his hand and dragging against the floor with every step that he took toward me. “You know why I’m here.”
After regaining from the shock of why he had rope, I cleared my throat. “No, I don’t.”
But I knew why he was here. I had run away from him, when he told me not to.
“Don’t fucking lie to me, Heather.”
Inches from the couch, I rocked back on my heels, smiled sweetly at him, and pressed my pointer fingers together in an attempt to make myself look as shy as possible. Because shy girls like me weren’t bratty. “I seriously don’t kno–”
“You ran away from me.” He snapped his hand around the front of my throat and forced me to look up at him through my lashes. His teeth were gritted together, his nostrils flared the way I had only seen them when something went wrong in the business. “When I told you not to.”
“I did no such thing,” I hummed.
God, getting him angrier made the heat grow hotter between my legs.
“Don’t fucking play with me, Heather.”
I pressed my lips together from saying something stupid, but I couldn’t help myself.
“Or what?” I asked.
Within a moment, Hector had twirled me around, bent me over the couch, and began twirling the rope around my arms. I shoved my shoulder back against his to push him away, moved my body back and forth in an attempt to stop him, threw my leg back to kick him in the shin. But the binds only became tighter around my forearms until I couldn’t move them.
“Let me out.”
“If you had followed my directions,” he said into my ear. “I was going to be easy on you.”
“Fuck yo–”
Before I could finish my sentence, he shoved four fingers into my mouth. I gagged on them, spit rolling down my chin, and glared back at him. “Bratty girls like you don’t get to talk back to their masters.”
Warmth exploded between my thighs, my pussy clenching harder.
“Do you understand?” he growled.
I nodded to please him, so I could answer his next question with a bratty answer.
After pulling his hand out of my mouth, he pulled me up by the binds and pushed me into the closest bedroom which was thankfully mine and not Sierra’s. Then he slammed the door and shoved me down onto the bed.
“Why did you leave?”
“Because I only wanted you to take my virginity. And besides, I had another guy comin–”
He snatched my chin. “Stop being a fucking brat, Heather. It’s pissing me off.”
“Good. Maybe you’ll–”
“Maybe I’ll shove my cock down your throat and give you your first punishment.”
“You won–”
My sentence lodged itself in my throat as he shoved me from the bed to my knees in front of him and unzipped his jeans, his cock springing out of them. I stared up at him through wide eyes, never having done something like this before.
Twenty-four goddamn years of my life, and I hadn’t even given a blowjob.
“Open your mouth and be a good girl for me. This doesn’t have to be hard.”
I pressed my lips together and stared up at him.
“Don’t force me to do this,” he warned. “You won’t like it.”
Still, I stared up at him and didn’t open my mouth.
He drew his tongue across the front of his teeth, a dark chuckle leaving his throat. “Oh, I am going to fucking ruin you,” he growled as his forefinger and thumb pinched my nostrils shut, so I really couldn’t breathe.
But I wasn’t going to give up that easily.
Tears slowly began filling my eyes, my cheeks growing hotter by the second.
No way was I going to give into him. He’d break before I… before I…
“Getting hard to breathe, isn’t it, brat?”
I shook my head, but I was starting to see stars.
“Any second now,” he taunted. “You’re going to give in to me.”
Heat coursed through my body, and I finally opened my mouth wide to suck in a huge breath in an attempt to do it before he could slip inside of me. But the second I opened my mouth, he was already inside me, hitting the back of my throat and making me gag.
Digging my nails into his palms, I glared up at him through teary eyes and pulled back. But his hands were around the back of my head, holding me in place so I couldn’t move. And with my arms tied behind my back… he had full control.
His gaze was dark, eyes hooded. He shoved as much of his dick into my mouth as he could, and when I couldn’t take anymore, he stepped closer to me in order to force another inch or two. The light from the buildings surrounding us flooded in through the large windows, hitting the side of his perfectly sculpted face.
“I’m in control, Heather. Not you.”
“Fuck you,” I gargled on his dick, still gagging.
“We’re going to train this bratty little mouth of yours until you learn not to talk back.”
That would never happen, but he could try.
A moment later, in the middle of my gagging and spitting fit, his phone buzzed in his jean pocket on the floor. He peered down at it, then back at me, then he pinched my nose closed again. “Pick it up for me and answer it.”
My eyes widened.
“Now.”
I reached down into his jeans and pulled out his phone, pressing the green button–or at least I hoped that it was the green button through my teary gaze. Why was he doing this now?! In the middle of–
“Hey Hector,” my dad said through the speaker.
Gagging softly, I stared at the phone, in complete horror.
While I expected Hector to shut it off immediately, that asshole moved it even closer to my mouth, so if I said a word, if I moaned or choked or gagged on him, Dad would hear it. He’d fucking hear it, and I would be humiliated for the rest of my life.
“Something happen at the office?” Hector asked.
“I wanted to talk to you about finances for Q4. Are you busy?”
He shoved another inch of himself inside me. “A bit, but I can talk.”
Sputtering on his cock, I held back an audible gag and swallowed the spit that pooled in my mouth. Tears streamed down my face, my cheeks hot and the need to breathe growing stronger and stronger with every passing second.
Except Hector didn’t care.
Those cold, dark eyes met my glossy gaze as he talked on the phone with my father for who knew how long. He laced one hand into my hair and moved my head back and forth on his dick until my throat was sore and the ropes were digging into my wrists.
“We should move her position,” Dad said. “I was thinking under you.”
Move Evelyn under Hector?
I had only been gathering pieces of the conversation, but if that meant what I thought it meant, then Evelyn would be working even more closely with Hector and she was the prettiest–and smartest–woman at their company.
Jealousy suddenly pooled inside me, and I found myself bobbing my head back and forth on his dick without him having to force me to do it himself. I stared up at him through stinging eyes, desperate to make an unforgettable impression on him.
Though I still wasn’t sure if he liked this. He was giving nothing away.
“Fuck,” he murmured, quiet enough so Dad couldn’t hear. “Good girl.”
“What do you think?” Dad said over the phone.
I sat on my knees in front of Hector, his cock buried down my throat and my tongue flicking against the inches that I couldn’t reach. Hector tilted his head back, eyes rolling, and grasped one of my tits in his large, rough hand.
“That’s great,” he murmured, his cum shooting down my throat. “That’s fucking great.”
“Good. We can talk more about it tomorrow.” Dad paused. “You sound busy.”
Hector cleared his throat and took the phone from me. “Talk tomorrow.”
After Hector pressed the End Call button, he pulled out of me. I fell forward onto my rug , shoulder first, and swallowed what I could of his cum and my spit. My chest rose and fell quickly, my mind numb.
While I expected Hector to growl at me and tell me that he was leaving, that I should’ve learned from this punishment, he picked me up and gently set me on the bed. After sitting behind me, he unraveled the rope and tossed it onto the floor beside me. He took my hand in his and then suddenly placed his lips on the indents on my wrists from the rope.
What the hell was that?
“For once in your life, listen to me and stay here.” Hector pulled on his jeans. “I’ll get you water.”
As he left the room, I stared with wide eyes at the door, surprised that he was suddenly being so nice to me after I had been nothing but a bratty little bitch to him. But the intensity quickly faded, and I didn’t think I had it in me to be difficult anymore tonight.
Though still… jealousy reeled inside me at the thought of Evelyn getting closer to Hector. Because Hector might not have known it, but he was mine. All mine. And nobody was going to get in the way.
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