Total pages in book: 188
Estimated words: 179812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 899(@200wpm)___ 719(@250wpm)___ 599(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 179812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 899(@200wpm)___ 719(@250wpm)___ 599(@300wpm)
And maybe that’s why I don’t notice it at first. That he has gone quiet. That he isn’t even looking at me but something else. Something that I haphazardly took out of my make-up bag because I was hunting for the right brush to put my blush on. I only become aware of it when I hear him shift and my eyes skitter to his in the mirror. Only to skitter away and see what he’s staring at with a pulsing jaw.
My birth control pills.
Or rather, the purple case where I put them and always have with me wherever I go. My heart slams in my chest as I watch him look at it. Shivers skitter down my spine and my lipstick falls in the sink with a clatter. I reach my hand out to grab it, but he orders, “No.”
I fist my fingers and snatch my hand back, as if I physically can’t touch it, all because he ordered me not to. He finally looks up at me, his face blank but harsh, his eyes flashing. “Is that it?”
I swallow and nod.
At my answer, he finally moves. He unfolds his arms and takes a step toward me. And then another and another, slowly but deliberately prowling toward me. I spin around and grab the edge of the counter. “Shepard, please. You—”
He reaches me and he stops so close that I have to crane my neck really high up to look into his eyes. I attempt to say something to him again, but he leans down. And reaches behind me to, I assume, grab that little box of pills.
“W-what are you doing?” I ask, my chest heaving.
Instead of answering me though, he steps back with the box clutched in his hand. I look down to find his fingers are so tightly wrapped around my purple box that his knuckles are jutting out. The veins are standing, thick and proud, on his forearm. As he steps back from me.
“Shepard, what—”
“You take it every day, yeah?” he asks, his voice thick, his eyes intense.
Still standing at the sink, gripping the edge tightly, I nod. “Yes. I-I have to.”
“Same time?”
“More or less.”
“You take one today?”
I shake my head. “Not yet.” Then, “M-my doctor… When I first started, I’d get really bad nausea.” His jaw clenches at this and I know it’s because of the discomfort I mentioned. “So she told me to switch times. She said if I took it at night, before going to bed, I wouldn’t feel it.”
“So you need it,” he concludes.
I look down at the box in his hand, still clutched just as tightly as before, as if he doesn’t want to let go of it. And my heart nearly beats out of my chest. I look up again and nod. “Yes, please. ”
He watches me for a beat, his eyes going back and forth between mine. “Make your case then.”
“What?”
He’s been stepping back slowly all this time. Not that there’s anywhere to go really. It’s not a huge space. But now, he’s across the sink, where the toilet is. He takes his seat on the closed lid and replies, “You want this back, tell me why.”
“What?”
While my voice was a little higher than before, his stays calm. His face stays calm too, although unforgivable. The ridges of his abs stand out in stark relief now that he’s sitting, making them look hard and unforgivable too. Then, “Convince me to give it back to you. Tell me why.”
“You—”
“And I’m going to sit here and listen,” he says before sprawling his thighs wide and sliding down a little. He also goes ahead and lowers the waistband of his sweatpants, setting his cock free, causing my eyes to go wide and my breaths to stutter. He leaves the band just under his balls, making them look even more swollen and large than they usually do. And then, palming his length with one hand and still clutching the case with the other, he looks me straight in the eye. “While I stroke my cock.”
“I don’t—”
“And if you convince me to give it back to you, successfully, I’ll come wherever you tell me to. Even if it means letting my cum go to waste and not feeling the snug walls of your pussy around my cock. But if you don’t, I’m coming in your period pussy and flushing this down the toilet.”
My chest heaves. “This is crazy.”
“Your time starts now,” he says, going up and down his cock.
I watch his hand, slow and deliberate, and feel a tug in my core. “You’re not serious, are you?”
“If all you’re going to do is stand there,” he says, his voice low and rough, “and watch me like a slut hungry for my cock, when it’s time for me to come, I’m going to put you on your back and nut in your pussy anyway. So you might as well use this time and try to save yourself.”