My Bully

Chapter 4

Dread curled in my empty stomach. “The party?”

“You’ll be serving drinks,” he informed me. “Make sure you wear your uniform.”

I blanched. “I can’t wear this in front of everyone. That’s almost as bad as having them see the picture.”

His eyes traveled insolently over me before shifting to his phone. He didn’t swipe at the screen, so he couldn’t have pulled up my picture. His gaze was heated when he looked back at me though. “Not even close,” he said, his voice pitched in a s****l tone that elicited a carnal response in my body.

Heat spread through me as our gazes locked. In that moment, I knew that he wanted me. I had fantasized about having him look at me that way, but I hadn’t known how powerfully erotic it would be, how it would set my pulse pounding and shoot liquid fire straight down to my core. The intensity of his gaze made my knees weak as I stared back at him in a haze of lust.

His ringtone startled us out of it. Jerking his hand up, Mason scowled at the screen before answering his phone. “What?” he snapped.

“Yes,” he answered in exasperation “after listening for a beat. “I’m just about to drive her home.”

He ended the call without waiting for a reply. “Let’s go,” he said to me and spun “toward the doorway.

I followed his quick stride downstairs and out to his car. We remained awkwardly silent during the ride to my house as I became uncomfortably aware of the state my body was in after my intense surge of lust. I needed another shower to wash away the moisture between my legs. I couldn’t wait to finally be alone, but Mason got out of the car too after parking it in my driveway.

“What are you doing?” I asked in alarm.

“I want what you’re wearing back.” He pulled a shopping bag out of the backseat. “This is your new uniform. Wear it tonight.”

I eyed the bag warily, but I didn’t have any fight left in me right now. I just wanted him to leave so I could get a break from everything. Walking up to the house, I unlocked the door. Fortunately, nobody was home, so I didn’t have to explain why I was dressed like this. Mason surprised me by not following me to my room.

“Hurry up,” he admonished me.

He didn’t have to tell me twice. I was eager to get rid of him, so I dumped the new uniform he had “bought me on my bed and quickly shoved everything I stripped off into the shopping bag. I kept my shorts, because they were mine. I hated to give Mason the panties I had worn, but I was afraid he’d come back for them if I didn’t.

Putting on my regular cotton panties, I pulled my shorts back on and threw on a t-“shirt before going downstairs and handing him the bag.

“Be at my house at eight,” he said and left like he was just as eager to get away from me as I was to see him go.

Hope flared within me that he was already getting tired of having me around. If he hated me, it made sense that he wouldn’t be able to stand to be around me very long. Maybe I wouldn’t have to go to the police after all. Waiting for Mason’s eighteenth birthday wasn’t the only reason I was delaying reporting him to the police. I really didn’t want anyone to see that picture, not even the authorities. I’d have to watch for an opportunity to get rid of it. Since Mason was giving me free reign of his house, I might be able to get to it and delete it from his devices.

Then I would be free of his threats and out of this bizarre predicament I was in. ”