Burning Ultimatum (Trevor's Harem #4) by Aubrey Parker Read Free Book Online Page A

smile that, when it finally emerges, magnetizes the air between the man and his victim. I’ll bet Caspian can talk his way into anything. I’ll bet that when he enters a room, ears perk and legs part.  
    “Do you?” he says. “And yet you’re so ashamed.”  
    “I’m not ashamed at all.”  
    “Of course you are. You don’t participate in the gatherings. You shower quickly and keep yourself covered. Apparently, you masturbate, but it’s mostly under the covers, where no one can see.”  
    I don’t know if I should deny what he’s saying or ask how he could possibly know. I’ve been loud and proud a few times, but usually I do it in the dark, squeezing a pillow, and come like a whisper. Yet I get the feeling he knows how many orgasms I’ve had here, down to the digit.
    So I answer him obliquely, neither confirming nor denying.  
    “Privacy isn’t the same as shame.”  
    “So if we were together,” Caspian says, making a little finger circle in the air to indicate something highly hypothetical, “you would let me watch you.”  
    It’s a shit test. I want to tell him to knock it off, but he’s not being lecherous; he’s trying to get a rise out of me. Jessica’s earlier words echo through my head, and I realize they were meant as advice: Be you.
    So fuck it. I’ll be Bridget — and yes, Mr. White, I know exactly who Bridget is.
    “Of course I’d let you watch.”
    “Then why didn’t you let Daniel?”  
    The simple question, said with the same charm, cuts me a little. That, I wasn’t quite ready for.
    “The situation never came up.”  
    “But you would. You would have let him watch.”  
    Shit . I guess I’m in this now. “Yes.”
    “What if I told you he’s watching now?” Caspian looks over his shoulder, but I see nothing.  
    “I’d say, ‘Good for him.’”  
    “And what if I asked you to perform for him?”  
    “I’d tell you to go fuck yourself.”  
    “No, no.” He laughs, but it’s somehow a parody of a genuine laugh. “What I’m asking is if you’d fuck your self.”  
    “No.”  
    “You just said you would.”  
    “For Daniel. Not for you.”  
    Caspian gestures over his shoulder. Daniel comes forward, and my heart gives a leap as he, dressed as immaculately as Caspian, comes to stand beside the chair, his face unreadable.  
    I don’t want to see him. I’ve been trying to avoid him. But do I want to do this? I know where Caspian is going … and still, I have no idea what he wants from me. He says that if I pass this test, he’ll help me with Linda, and I believe him. He suggests that if I fail, he’ll hinder me with Linda, and I believe that as well. But do I pass by submitting, or resisting?  
    Be you .
    “Daniel,” Caspian says, as if I don’t know the newcomer’s name. He doesn’t repeat his question, because it’s implied.  
    When I do nothing, Caspian shakes his head. “Shame. See?”  
    “Just because I won’t masturbate in front of two men and God knows how many other watchers doesn’t mean I’m ashamed. It means I’m normal.”  
    “Quite the contrary. If you are a sexual being, then claim your sexuality. It’s not just frustrating when people like you self-censor. It’s cruel.”  
    “To you.”  
    “To yourself.” Caspian crosses his legs. Daniel looks uneasy beside him. “You only have so much time to be at your peak. Just look at you, Bridget. So young. So sweet.”  
    “I’m not sweet.”  
    “So wounded,” he continues, ignoring me. “So innocent, in your own way. You think you can take care of yourself. You think you’re whole. But someone hurt you. It’s worse than being hurt by your father, isn’t it? Your father abandoned you so completely, it’s clear he never wanted you at all.”  
    Daniel shoots Caspian a glance. I see his fists tense up, then forcibly relax.  
    “I’m not going to do what you want me to do,” I say.  
    “You should get comfortable. Lie back on that chaise.”