Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46344 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46344 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
“How is that any different?”
“I’ve been doing this a long time. Unless you want to be taught how to kill, this is the next best option.”
“I don’t want to kill.”
“Are we going to have this conversation every time you come here? It’s taking up time, and I’ve got better things to do. If you just want to hang out, tell me. I’m not going to waste my time telling you this stuff if you’re not interested.”
“I am interested.”
“Good. Then stop moaning and either start fucking learning or go back home.”
She nodded, and he watched her square her shoulders. “I’m ready.”
“Today I’m going to attack you. It’s going to be random.” He moved toward his jacket and removed the blindfold he kept in the pocket. Holding it up, he gave her a wink.
“Kinky.”
“What do you know about kink?”
“That it involves handcuffs, whips, and blindfolds. You want to get down and dirty with me, Dwayne?”
He didn’t say a word, simply spun her around and placed the blindfold over her eyes. “Most people are surprised when they’re attacked. They cannot and will not be able to defend themselves.”
“Ah, I understand the blindfold, got it.”
“I want to see how you react, and then we’ll work from there.”
Once he tied the blindfold at the back he spun her around a few times. She lost her footing, and he didn’t help her. This was to knock her off balance.
Taking away her sight was the first step.
She turned in a circle, her hands coming out to steady herself as if she was unsure.
“I don’t like this,” she said.
He kept his footsteps light so she couldn’t hear him. It was strange seeing her blindfolded. It made him think of her completely naked, at his mercy, begging for him. Pushing aside the desire that suddenly hit him, he focused on her.
“This is really weird. Are you, like, making faces?” she asked.
She took a deep breath, and her nerves were so clear to see. Her hands clenched into fists, and she held herself quite tight now. She needed to relax, to keep her hands loose so that no one could go up behind her, and simply grab her.
Like he did, banding his arms around her, lifting her up with ease.
She struggled, but he won, drawing her down to the ground and having her hands locked.
“I’ve taken you now. There’s nowhere you can go.” He pressed his face against her ear. “You could be dead by now.”
With that, he pulled up, getting her to her feet. “Again.”
****
Charity lost count of the number of times he won. The ways he came at her. She didn’t even feel it until he either surrounded her, yanked, pulled, tugged, whichever seemed to take his fancy. Not that she’d ever admit it but she rather liked it when he held her hair. It wasn’t painful, but it made her think of a great deal of naughty things.
The blindfold started it all.
Just because she was eighteen didn’t for a second mean she wasn’t aware of men and sex.
Being with Dwayne, it seemed to enhance it all. He was always so quiet, holding himself back, being aloof, and she liked that.
By the end of the day, she was exhausted, and even though he hadn’t grabbed her hard she knew there would be bruises. His touch was always firm. He didn’t give her the chance to think that her attackers would be weak.
“That was tiring,” she said.
“You did good.”
“I did? You killed me each and every single time.”
He smiled. “Believe me, if I did that, you’d know about it.”
“My body feels it. Isn’t that enough?” She collapsed onto the mat. It was a little after four, and she didn’t want to go home. Not yet. Her parents constantly asked questions, and that was more exhausting than Dwayne’s attacks.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, standing over her.
“Nothing. Just family stuff. You know, parents.”
“Anything I can help you with?”
“Only if you turned up eighteen and were a potential boyfriend or a girl for me to hang out with, we’d be fine.”
His arms were folded, and he tilted his head to the side. It was like he was always assessing her, and he wasn’t entirely sure what to expect. Did it make her different from everyone else he knew? Special?
“What’s going on?” Dwayne asked.
“You want me to talk about my drama?”
“Why not? Clearly you don’t want to leave.”
“Is that wrong?”
“No. Believe it or not, there was a time when women liked spending time with me.”
“And now?”
“Oh, they still love spending time with me. I just don’t care to spend it with them unless I’m getting what I want.”
Jealousy sparked inside her, and she didn’t like it.
“Do you have a girlfriend?” she asked.
“No.”
“Just someone you have casual sex with.”
“Now, Charity, that looks and sounds a little like jealousy to me.”
“It’s not.” She completely lied. “I’m not jealous of anyone.” That was partially true. She’d never been jealous until today, and it was all because of Dwayne. He didn’t even belong to her, and yet, she felt like he was.