Trapped
1178 Words
5.
NATALIE'S POV
“So, what do you say? Deal or no deal?” He asked, looking at me with that smug look of his.
I massaged my temple. “What if I said no deal?” I wanted to know if I had any means of escape from this.
He brought my face closer to his, a mischievous smile dancing at the corners of his lips. “If you say no deal, I'll take it that you've lost and have my way with you, kitten.” His voice was husky, and I could feel my body churn with excitement. What exactly was he doing to me?
I sighed and licked my lips. I wasn't good at math — if I agree to the deal, I'll lose anyway, and if I don't, it's still the same thing. Gosh!
I ran my hands through my hair in frustration. It wasn't a crime to try, though. Who knows? I might be lucky.
“Deal.” I answered and his smile widened.
“Okay, let's get to work,” He said and took one of my notebooks. I watched as he wrote the questions. Even the way he writes was attractive. What sort of curse was this? Why give him to me as a brother when he could just be a friend or even a course mate? Why was the universe being so cruel to me?
This wasn't fair at all!
“All done!” He exclaimed and gave me the notebook. My eyes widened as I stared at the questions. What the heck was this? Are they physics questions or what?
I looked up at him, and boy if looks could kill…
“You have to answer three out of those five questions, kitten. You have ten minutes to do that,” He said, and I gasped.
“Ten minutes? What am I? A robot?” I snapped at him.
He shrugged. “If you were paying attention when I was teaching you, I'm sure it wouldn't take you more than five minutes to get it done.”
“That's not fair!” I whined.
“Your time starts now,” He said and looked away from me with his legs crossed.
I stared at the book in my hand and couldn't help but mentally scream for help. I had no idea what any of the things he put here meant. I stared at the questions for a long time, having no idea where to start from or what to do with it. I placed the tip of my pen in my mouth and tapped my feet nervously.
I didn't want to just sit here doing nothing. I wanted to make an attempt at least. I dropped the book and started doing whatever came to my head. To be frank, I had no idea what I was writing. I just didn't want to leave the book empty.
“Time's up!” He turned to face me again.
My eyes widened. “Already? Are you sure it's up to ten minutes ?” I asked. It hasn't even been long since I started writing something.
“Yes, it's been ten minutes. Let's see,” He stretched his hand out for the book. I sighed and reluctantly gave it to him. When he checked, he snickered. “You weren't listening when I was teaching you. What were you thinking about?” He dropped the book and moved closer to me.
I shifted back. “I was doing nothing. You have to check it well. I'm sure one answer is correct there.” I assured him.
I might not be confident in what I've done, but at least, I deserve some credit for making an attempt.
“You got all the answers wrong, and according to our deal, I'm supposed to punish you for it,” He said and closed the space between us.
I shifted from him. “I'm sure there are still other ways we could make this deal work. It doesn't have to be this way.” I tried to reason with him, but he didn't look like he was in the mood for a bargain.
“No, sis,” He moved closer and this time around, there was nowhere I could shift to. I had already reached the end of the couch. At this point, I knew I was trapped.
His hands went to my thighs first, and I could swear I got goosebumps. Before I could open my mouth to speak, his lips came down on mine in the most passionate way possible.
Immediately our lips made contact, I felt like my head had already spun 360 degrees. I gathered the bit of self-control I had left and pulled away from the kiss.
“Let's look for another way. I don't want to do—”
“Too late,” He said and claimed my lips again. This time, the kiss was more demanding. I could feel my body burning with need. I wanted to stop, but my body wanted this to continue, and so, I reciprocated the kiss; kissing him like I needed him to be able to breathe.
He caressed my thighs and rolled his hands up to my chest where he pinched my n*****s, earning a light moan from me. He unbuttoned the cloth I was wearing, exposing my boobs. I saw his eyes darken as he stared at me. The need and desire was evident in his eyes. It was evident from the way he looked at me and everything.
I moaned when his lips came down on my n*****s. He began sucking it and no matter how much I tried to refrain myself from moaning, it escaped from my mouth. I squirmed as his lips worked wonders on my n*****s.
I wanted something more than just this. I was burning with need, and the only thing I knew could satisfy me was his d**k buried in me. I wanted it so bad that I started taking off his clothes.
I helped him take off his trousers and underwear. Immediately my eyes landed on the work of art that was already rock hard, my eyes popped, and my p***y burned the more.
“f**k me, please.” I pleaded.
He pinned my hands above my head and positioned himself between my legs.
“Don't blame me if you're unable to use your legs tomorrow,” He said, his eyes darkening.
I nodded my head. That didn't matter right now. What mattered to me was the pleasure I craved.
I bit my lower lip as his d**k made contact with my entrance. He was about to move but stopped.
“Wh… what… what are you doing?” I asked.
He didn't answer and moved away from me. The look on his face showed that he wanted to stop. No, he can't stop now.
I pulled him close and crashed my lips on his. When I pulled away, I looked into his eyes, wanting him to see the desire in them.
“Don't stop… please.”
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