I hoped he was going to tell me that he was going to keep out of my business and expected me to keep out of his. Letting us both be free to do our own things… boy, was I wrong.
“I want to make it perfectly clear I’m in charge. And while I’m in charge, there will be rules. Rules that you will adhere to,” he continued.
My mouth dropped open and blinked at him. That wasn’t what I was expecting.
“You will not leave this apartment without my permission. When you do, I need to know exactly where you will be and who you’ll be with. I want names and phone numbers. And don’t think that I won’t check; I have people on my payroll who will follow up on you. You will call me if you are going to be late. Oh, and curfew is 10:00pm,” he glanced at his expensive watch, “not 02:00am. On the dot and no later.”
He took a sip of his drink, rolled it over his tongue then swallowed. “Break these rules and there will be consequences. Do you understand?”
I raised an eyebrow and got to my unsteady feet, I had enough listening to the delusional ramblings of a man–boy on a power–trip, even if he did have mesmerising eyes.
“Let me make myself clear, Alexandre Chamberlin. Are you listening? ‘Cause I will only say this once: I will not be taking orders from you. You are not my father and you are certainly not in charge of where I go or who I see.”
I started to walk away, but Lex suddenly shot out of his chair, grasped my wrist and pulled me hard towards him. “You’ll regret you said that,” he whispered into my ear, so close to my neck he sent an uncontrollable shudder down my spine.
“Have you been drinking?” he sneered, as if he was disgusted at the prospect. The hypocrite, I thought.
“Let go, you’re hurting me,” I spat back at him through clenched teeth, ignoring his question. My fingers throbbed, the circulation was cut off. While he held my wrist his forefinger caressed the back of my hand and our eyes locked.
“I can make this summer the best you’ve ever had… or your worst nightmare. Your choice.” His steely eyes penetrated me to the core. I stared right back, but not out of choice; I couldn’t look away. He held me fixed, rooted to the spot, and for one delusional second I thought he was going to kiss me. My eyes dipped to his mouth, I licked my lips and swallowed as he leaned in.
“Go,” he said with an irritating smile and finally released me. I ran to my room, not stopping for a moment to look behind me; desperate to get away from him.
I slammed the door shut and leaned against it; feeling the vibrations as the door rattled in its frame.
I clasped my throat and slumped to the carpet as I struggled to suck in air. I needed to calm down and force myself to catch my breath. Huge thuds pounded against my chest; he was going to kiss me… oh god, I nearly let him kiss me. My step–brother. Oh shit, what was I thinking? I flashed back to his face, his tense jaw line dashed with stubble and those eyes that stripped me bare. He looked at me like he’d seen me naked… I hung my head in shame; I liked it. Liked the way his eyes felt on me and the way it made me feel. I liked the overpowering way he held my hand; his vice–like grip forcing me to stay close. The rush and shudders it created all round my body was something I’d never experienced before. This wasn’t normal, I thought.
I glanced over at the boxes of belongings pilled high. If there was ever a time I needed a release it was now. I bolted from the floor and scrambled on hands and knees towards the boxes; searching for the discreet vibrator I’d kept hidden in my pink bed–side table at the old house. Finally I found what I was looking for and my hand gripped the prize as I slung myself onto the bed.
Reaching for the hem of my skirt, I yanked it to my waist revealing my knickers.
Just one time, only once, I promised myself, would I think of him while doing this. I moved a hand beneath my knickers urgently trying to keep hold of the rush I’d just felt. Frustrated with the clinging material I shoved my knickers down around my knees.
My finger found its way back between my legs and smoothed over the small strip of hair, before plunging down and skipping over my hard little nub and into the slick crevice that was so wet it made me gasp.
My hand crept over the bedspread and took hold of the vibrator. The seconds that it took for my hand that held the hard buzzing contraption, to arc and sweep under and up between my legs were agony.
I closed my eyes as the juddering plastic made contact with my sensitive flesh; my hips bucked away at the electric shock the vibrator caused as a surge of pleasure shot through my body. Slowly I eased back towards the buzzing and licked my lips as I relished every pulse and tremble.