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

 
    “Fuck you.”
    Caspian shakes his beautiful head. “So angry. All I’m doing is talking. It’s you who’s inferred a threat. I haven’t even made a request. You’ve assumed one. This is about you, Bridget. Not me.  
    Is that true? I’m sure he’s asked me to touch myself for him, but now I wonder.  
    “Lie back. If for no other reason than to prove that I’ve not gotten to you.”  
    “No.” I don’t even know why I’m saying it.
    “You just told me that you weren’t going to do what I want you to do. I want you to be uncomfortable. And you’ve already told me that you masturbate. That you’d let me watch.”  
    “You’re twisting my words.”  
    “So why not lie back? Why not be comfortable?”
    I won’t move. I won’t.
    Caspian sits forward in the chair. His voice softens, and suddenly it’s like he’s speaking only to me, like we’re the only two people in the room, in the whole wide world.  
    “They tell me you have an uncanny ability to resist,” he practically whispers. “That your special ability is moderation. Restraint. Daniel told me all about how he turned on all his magical charms and still you wouldn’t even kneel down and take his cock in your mouth. The man you loved, and still you refused.”  
    “I didn’t love him.”  
    But I did. Past tense.  
    “But to me,” Caspian continues, “that’s not restraint and moderation. That’s conditioning . Not the kind they try to do here, like when rats are kept in cages and taught fetishes. Did you know there was one lab that conditioned female rats to prefer male rats wearing tiny leather jackets? It’s not a joke. Even rats can be made to prefer bad boys, just like you preferred Daniel to your kinder, better-behaving host.” He laughs, but it lasts only a second, as if part of a script. “At first, anyway.”  
    Daniel’s fists clench again. He looks right at me, as if I’m on trial rather than being the victim.  
    “No, Bridget. I’m talking about the kind of conditioning that fathers and mothers do to daughters and sons. Or in your case, a sequence of detached caregivers. You, the girl that nobody wanted, taught to withhold sexuality as her final, desperate bargaining chip.”  
    I won’t look away. I won’t let this sick fuck beat me.  
    “I’m curious,” Caspian says, “what would happen if we put you in a cage.”  
    For a second, I’m sure he means it literally. I heard this transformed room referred to as the dungeon, but so far it’s just a big black space. Is there more against the walls? Whips, chains, gags? Cages for girls who refuse to listen?
    “But that’s what happened, isn’t it?” Caspian says. “You were put in one cage after another. Foster home after foster home. They didn’t tie you down, but you were just as captive. Emotionally, if not physically. Of course you chose Daniel, once here. Because he was wrong for you. Because you knew he’d hurt you. Do you really think you didn’t recognize him? Of course you did. You knew what you’d done, and how he’s become who he is thanks to your cruelty. You sought the rat with the darkest leather jacket, to punish yourself for what you’ve done.”
    “Bullshit,” I say. But I feel so small. Beaten, here in this big white spotlight. Now lying back as he wanted me to, though I don’t remember doing it.  
    “I know you better, Bridget Miller, than you know yourself.” He gestures over his shoulder, this time on the other side. Trevor appears, the two men now flanking Caspian like sentinels. “And I know that if you could do it without consequence, you would give in right now. Not to Daniel … but to Trevor.”  
    I lick my lips. I wish I knew what this was all about. I wish I knew what he expected, so I could get this over with.  
    “I wouldn’t.”  
    “Yes you would. Because right now, Trevor is the wrong choice. Right now, letting Trevor touch you will cause your life the most damage.”  
    I feel trapped in a