"Let's play a game," I whisper.
Her body writhes underneath me, yet she doesn't say no. I release one of her breasts and roam my free hand down her flat stomach to her clit. I rub aggressively, not slowing down as she starts screaming and moaning. Her hands are still above her head, but I can feel her struggling to keep them there.
"Bentley … " she finally says. "Please. Oh, my god." I feel her struggling against me. Her body convulses as I bring her to orgasm. I rub her nipple hard in between my thumb and forefinger as I work her clit in the same rhythm. My cock is still pressing hard against her ass, trapping her against the bed so she can't move. Her hands are balled into fists as she struggles to control her breathing. "Oh, god … .I can't take it. Bentley, please." She continues begging and it's the sweetest fucking sound. "Stop … it's too intense." As the alcohol surges through my blood, the more daring I become.
"Sweetheart, we're playing a game here," I remind her, my voice laced with amusement. "Tell me a secret."
"I-I don't have any secrets, Bentley," she forces out. "Ah … yes. Oh, god." Her body is shaking against me, and I know she's close.
"Tell me, Ceci," I demand in her ear. "I'm going to torture every part of your body until you tell me the truth."
"Tell you what?" she pleads.
"Tell me who you really are," I growl, pissed off that I even have to say it again.
"I swear, I'm telling the truth," she insists. "Ahh … oh, god … yes … ." I feel her releasing around my fingers, but before she does, I remove them and kneel down in between her legs. I force them apart and like a hungry animal, my mouth is on her pussy, licking up her juices as she releases around my tongue.
I keep working her. I don't let her come down. She's pleading for it, yet she's begging for me to stop.
I run my hands up her legs and spread them as far apart as possible. I catch her with one hand as she loses her balance-unable to keep up with the pleasure-torture my tongue is giving her.
"Bentley … I swear … my name is Ceci. Everything I told you is true," she forces out right before I force two fingers inside her. My tongue and fingers work her into another frenzy, her body ready to collapse around me.
I stand back up and slap her ass before leaning back over her.
"Why don't I believe you?"
Her breathing is rapid, her body pulsating up and down as I allow her body to rest.
"Why do you doubt me? I've been nothing but honest with you, Bentley. Why are you-"
"Why am I what, Ceci? Why don't you tell me what you were doing in my office?" I glide my tongue up her spine as my hands slide up her arms. Her breathing hitches and her body stills.
"Yes, I saw you," I answer her silent thoughts. "So you can either tell me the truth, or I will fuck you until you do. Either way, it's a win-win for me." I grin selfishly. I know what I'm doing … yet, I can't stop. Rage and passion fuel my actions as I continue thinking about her betrayal.
She doesn't answer me, and it's all the confirmation I need to know that I'm right.
"All right. Have it your way," I warn.
I slide my hands back down her arms as I stand back up behind her. My hands grip her hips before I take her from behind. Her body dips to the bed in a perfect forty-five degree angle. I can see all of her this way-she's fucking beautiful the way she's laid out for me.
I thrust inside-her body jolts with my entrance. Her pussy opens up willingly around my length as I tease her clit with one hand. My other hand squeezes her hip to keep the pace.
"Ah, fuck, Ceci … " The feeling of her bare body against me is almost too much for me to handle. She's so damn tight. I know I'm not going to last long if I don't concentrate on the task at hand.
Her body jerks forward as I stroke deeper. Her moans and screams get louder as my hips rock against her.
"You ready to tell me now, Ceci? Who are you working for?"
"Shit," she curses in a half moan. "You, Bentley. I work for you."
Another lie.
I free my hand from her clit and start rubbing her ass. I lick my finger before putting the tip of it inside her. She immediately tenses, jerking away from me.
"How about now? You ready to tell me now?" I threaten, forcing my finger deeper inside her ass. I can tell she's not experienced there from the way her body rejects me. It only makes me want her more-my finger and cock grinding deeper inside her. "I told you-I'll torture every part of you until you tell me the truth," I threaten.
"Oh, my god … " she breathes out. "I am," she forces out. "Bentley … holy shit … " I can feel she's ready to give in and answer me, but instead, she presses her ass harder against me. "Yes, god. Ahh … more," she pleads.
This is fucking turning her on.
I soon realize I'm not wearing a condom … again. Fuck. If she keeps moaning like that, I'm going to come before I'm ready.
She grinds her body against me and begins circling her ass against my finger that's half a finger deep inside her. She's not intimidated … I haven't crossed any lines … .she's fucking enjoying this torturous act.
Suddenly, I'm pissed that my plan isn't working and aggressively pull out of her.
"Ah … " she moans at the sudden exit. I flip her over and lean over her body.
"What were you doing in my office?" My tone is deep and serious. I lock my eyes with her so she can see just how serious I am.
"I was checking my school email," she explains. "I-I panicked when I heard you. I thought you'd be mad that I was on it without asking."
Oh, this girl is good.
I smirk at her as I tower over her body, her hands trapped by mine on either side of her.
"Checking your email?" I repeat doubtfully. "Why would you hide for checking your email?"
She shrugs lightly, her eyes maintaining eye contact with me. "I wasn't sure how you felt about people touching your stuff."
It's a simple response. Almost too simple. But as the alcohol wears off and my mind releases the rage, my heart actually wants to believe her.
"Why are you letting me treat you this way, Ceci? Don't girls want to be loved, cherished, and all that girly shit?"
"I told you … I'm not like other girls." The tone in her voice is seductive, challenging almost. I grab her legs and wrap them around my waist. I lift her off the bed and slam us both against the wall behind me.
"Is that so?" I growl against her ear. She nods as she clenches tightly onto me. "Good, because what I want to do to you requires a lot of trust. Something I've never asked of another girl. Think I can get that from you, Ceci?"
Her head falls back as I take her raw flesh in my mouth. I suck her neck hard, showing her just how much she's mine.
"Yes," she finally breathes out. "I'm yours."
"Those are the sexiest words I've ever heard." I move my mouth to her lips and kiss her softly. "I want to trust you, Ceci."
For the first time in my life, I feel vulnerable around someone else. Feeding the rage and passion wasn't too much for her, rather she gave into it-she liked it. She willingly gave me just what I needed.
"You can. I promise."
Chapter Two
Cecilia
THE SIGHT OF Bentley's body towering over me sent me in panic mode. I was pretending to sleep, hoping he'd crawl in next to me, and we'd spoon until he fell back asleep. What I hadn't counted on was Bentley catching me … or his games.
I allow Bentley to use me until he's satisfied I'm telling him the truth. I keep eye contact and never flinch at his abusive tone. I let his aggressive hold take control as he controls my body.
I'm convincing in my lies-I told you I was a master manipulator. It's not hard, considering every scenario he's thinking about is wrong. I don't work for anyone and technically, my name is Ceci-well, nickname. Too bad he never thought of a high school student turned makeshift college student would be out to attain information for personal gain-because that would be a bitch to explain. Or deny.
I laugh to myself at the irony. When it's said like that, it sounds ridiculous. What I'm doing is ridiculous. But I don't care. If I don't take the risk and at least try, I'll never know. I already live with regrets. I didn't want to live with the ‘what if's.'
There's no denying that my body craves Bentley. I want everything he's giving me … and more. I let him do everything to me because I want it. I love it. I don't want him to treat me like a little girl that can't handle it. I can.
And I did.
Bentley slams us into the wall-my bare back pressed against the cold drywall. It's chilling on my overheated skin, but much welcomed. It feels good.
"I want to, Ceci. I want to trust you so fucking badly," he confesses. His forehead is pressed against mine, and I can feel his hot breath against my mouth. He's battling with himself. He's torn between letting me in and keeping me at a distance.