snapped.
Jim scowled.
“Did I stutter? Get the fuck out of here, before I throw you out. If I hear about you anywhere near this place again, we’re going to have a problem. I promise you, that’s not something you want,” Pan drawled.
His voice never rose above normal speaking volume, but the tone gave her chills.
“Hah, funny I didn’t think the bitch even liked dick.”
In the blink of an eye, Pan was across the room, grabbing Jim by the collar. He dragged the man out with the ease that spoke to his strength.
The display made her panties wet. He defended her. Blood rushed to her head. Oh, my God, we’re in a relationship! This was more than two consenting adults playing. They had bonded.
She watched from the main window.
Jim’s head snapped back. A spurt of red blood left his nose. The droplets staining his shirt and the designer suit.
The sight made her grin. He deserved to be put in his place.
Jim stumbled while pointing at Pan.
She couldn’t hear the words, but his flushed face said he was furious.
Pan threw his head back and laughed.
This action drove Jim into a bigger fit of rage. He was like a child throwing a tantrum.
Bet this is the first time he didn’t get what he wanted. I wish you could see this, Robin. You were so much better than this slimy fuck. I know he pushed you back into using. You were doing so well before him.
Pan stalked toward Jim.
He then scurried off.
Just like the rat you are. The ship is sinking and you’re trying to save your hide.
Pan returned to the inside. “I’m guessing that was the asshat who got your sister back on smack.”
“Yeah, that’s Boy Scout Jim. Perfect, until he reveals what’s underneath that polished
façade everyone falls for.”
“If he’s smart, he won’t be back.”
“There’s nothing here for him now. His well is dried up.” It broke her heart, knowing her sister had been nothing more than a source to be plundered.
“If you see him…let me know.”
“I will. What are you doing here anyway?”
“You complaining?”
She rolled her eyes. “No.”
“I was checking up on you.”
“Because of Manuel?” The muscles in her shoulders tensed. The way they always did, the
minute stress hit her. Did he know something, she didn’t?
“No, this was a mission of a more… persona l nature.” He grabbed her hips and pulled her body against his. “I wanted to make sure you were behaving yourself and doing as I instructed.”
Embarrassed, she lowered her voice. “I’m at work. You know I’m not—touching myself.”
“You’re so fucking cute when you go all shy on me and what does work have to do with it?”
His voice lowered. “I touched myself today thinking about you. As a matter of fact, I spent a good ten minutes picturing your rosy little ass while I stroked myself to completion. I was so wound up I couldn’t get a damn thing done at work.”
She gasped, imagining his big hand, working over his cock. She could practically taste the salty flavor in her mouth. She licked her lips.
Pan groaned. “You feel it too, don’t you?” He palmed her ass, pressing her against the bulge in his jeans. “I had to make sure I wasn’t the only one thinking about what was going to happen tonight.”
“No,” she whispered.
“You trust me?”
“Yes.” The admission came from her soul.
“I want to try something different tonight.”
Her nipples hardened. Images of handcuffs and paddles painted the back of her eyelids.
“I want to take you somewhere.”
“You do?”
“You know this isn’t just about playtime for me, right? You’re in my house, in my bed, wearing my clothes and approved by Pres.”
“I—I didn’t want to assume.”
“Damn babe, life’s done a real number on you.” He caressed her cheek with his thumb. “We both know you’re too good for me. A good girl with a streak for pleasure laced with pain. You should be with some business minded motherfucker, but that ain’t happening now,
Jim scowled.
“Did I stutter? Get the fuck out of here, before I throw you out. If I hear about you anywhere near this place again, we’re going to have a problem. I promise you, that’s not something you want,” Pan drawled.
His voice never rose above normal speaking volume, but the tone gave her chills.
“Hah, funny I didn’t think the bitch even liked dick.”
In the blink of an eye, Pan was across the room, grabbing Jim by the collar. He dragged the man out with the ease that spoke to his strength.
The display made her panties wet. He defended her. Blood rushed to her head. Oh, my God, we’re in a relationship! This was more than two consenting adults playing. They had bonded.
She watched from the main window.
Jim’s head snapped back. A spurt of red blood left his nose. The droplets staining his shirt and the designer suit.
The sight made her grin. He deserved to be put in his place.
Jim stumbled while pointing at Pan.
She couldn’t hear the words, but his flushed face said he was furious.
Pan threw his head back and laughed.
This action drove Jim into a bigger fit of rage. He was like a child throwing a tantrum.
Bet this is the first time he didn’t get what he wanted. I wish you could see this, Robin. You were so much better than this slimy fuck. I know he pushed you back into using. You were doing so well before him.
Pan stalked toward Jim.
He then scurried off.
Just like the rat you are. The ship is sinking and you’re trying to save your hide.
Pan returned to the inside. “I’m guessing that was the asshat who got your sister back on smack.”
“Yeah, that’s Boy Scout Jim. Perfect, until he reveals what’s underneath that polished
façade everyone falls for.”
“If he’s smart, he won’t be back.”
“There’s nothing here for him now. His well is dried up.” It broke her heart, knowing her sister had been nothing more than a source to be plundered.
“If you see him…let me know.”
“I will. What are you doing here anyway?”
“You complaining?”
She rolled her eyes. “No.”
“I was checking up on you.”
“Because of Manuel?” The muscles in her shoulders tensed. The way they always did, the
minute stress hit her. Did he know something, she didn’t?
“No, this was a mission of a more… persona l nature.” He grabbed her hips and pulled her body against his. “I wanted to make sure you were behaving yourself and doing as I instructed.”
Embarrassed, she lowered her voice. “I’m at work. You know I’m not—touching myself.”
“You’re so fucking cute when you go all shy on me and what does work have to do with it?”
His voice lowered. “I touched myself today thinking about you. As a matter of fact, I spent a good ten minutes picturing your rosy little ass while I stroked myself to completion. I was so wound up I couldn’t get a damn thing done at work.”
She gasped, imagining his big hand, working over his cock. She could practically taste the salty flavor in her mouth. She licked her lips.
Pan groaned. “You feel it too, don’t you?” He palmed her ass, pressing her against the bulge in his jeans. “I had to make sure I wasn’t the only one thinking about what was going to happen tonight.”
“No,” she whispered.
“You trust me?”
“Yes.” The admission came from her soul.
“I want to try something different tonight.”
Her nipples hardened. Images of handcuffs and paddles painted the back of her eyelids.
“I want to take you somewhere.”
“You do?”
“You know this isn’t just about playtime for me, right? You’re in my house, in my bed, wearing my clothes and approved by Pres.”
“I—I didn’t want to assume.”
“Damn babe, life’s done a real number on you.” He caressed her cheek with his thumb. “We both know you’re too good for me. A good girl with a streak for pleasure laced with pain. You should be with some business minded motherfucker, but that ain’t happening now,
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