I wondered if he could feel the rapid beating of my heart against his hand as he massaged my left breast. My nipples hardened into tight knots as my body began reacting to him without restraint. I wanted to scream but instead, I bit down on my lower lip to prevent any moans from escaping. His hand dipped lower from my breast down along the curve of my waist before progressing even lower to caress the curve of my hips. All the while, I could feel his eyes on my face, but I couldn’t bring myself to meet his gaze. Instinctively, I pressed my thighs together as I felt my body heat up at his touch.
“Bradon...” I called his name softly as his hand began caressing the side of my thigh.
“Hmm?” He made a questioning sound, and I could tell that he was enjoying my reactions.
“I’m not going to sleep with you,” I muttered darkly.
“You can say whatever you want,” he replied like my words did not bother him in the least.
“Ahh!” I cried out despite myself at the shock of his sudden movement.
Brandon grabbed my thigh and spread my leg to the side before settling himself in between them. I felt his hips grinding against mine and my eyes widened when I felt something hard pressing up against my love opening. The short and revealing nightgown that I had on provided absolutely no cover as the skirt had hiked up to around my waist. I could feel the hardness of his arousal grinding against my sweet love opening through the thin fabric of my panties. I knew that he wanted me, and his body was also ready to take me.
“Stop it right now. I’m not having sex with you,” I stated stubbornly.
“I don’t do anything for free,” Bradon murmured in a seductive drawl as his hand moved to caress my hips while his hips grounded the shape of his arousal against my wet opening.
I knew very well what he wanted, and it wouldn’t be too hard to go along with the flow and let myself enjoy the pleasure of his flesh against mine; however, that wasn’t what I wanted.
“I’m not going to sleep with you to regain my freedom. My freedom is mine and you have no right to take it away from me!” I yelled loudly before I would give in to the desire stirring deep inside of me.
Our eyes met but this time, I wasn’t willing to look away or surrender to anything. Something told me that if I backed down now without standing up for myself, I would end up losing everything. The tension in the air around us felt suffocating but I still refused to back down. The sound of his low laughter broke the silence. Slowly, Bradon let go of my wrists before he carefully sat up. I quickly moved away from him before I lost the chance. I pulled my legs up toward my body and curled myself into a ball as I thought of how close that was for me.
“Then you can stay in here until either one of us changes our mind,” Bradon said as he got completely off me.
I watched as I tried to calm myself down from my slight panic as Bradon climbed off the bed. Just as suddenly as he had appeared next to me on the bed, he was gone. The door opened and closed behind him as he exited the room. Without another glance back to look at me and without saying anything else, Bradon simply left.
The empty room was completely silent now that he was gone save for the rapid beating of my heart and my fast-paced shallow breathing. Now that he was gone, I was forced to realize just how shocked I was. Despite putting up a brave front, I felt like crumbling inside. Our conversation didn’t play out the way that I had imagined it at all, and the worst part was that I never got him to agree to let me leave the mansion.
After all that, I will still be stuck here...
“To hell with all of this!” I yelled at the top of my lungs.
I reached for the closest thing to my hand, which happened to be a pillow, before throwing it as hard as I could in the direction of the door while screaming my heart out. Bradon was driving me insane, and I didn’t even want to bother hiding it anymore. I had no idea what he was thinking or how I should deal with him, and I absolutely hated how my fate seemed to be resting in the palm of his hand.
“Why am I in this mess?” I mumbled and realized that I had started sobbing.
Shit, I’m going to cry. This is the worst...
...
**The next morning**
I need to change his mind.
The conclusion that I reached was simple and straightforward; however, it was damn hard to achieve. After Bradon left, I didn’t catch a wink of sleep and that came as no surprise to me. I couldn’t believe that it took me almost the entire night to arrive at a conclusion that was so obvious. The fact that he basically told me the solution right before he left me alone didn’t help at all. It was exactly like he had said, if I wanted to leave this place then one of us would have to change our minds. In this case, I had to change his mind so that he would agree to let me out of here. I didn’t even know why he was keeping me here in the first place.
After getting dressed, I raced downstairs in the hope that I could find Bradon. It wasn’t that I was looking forward to seeing him, but I needed to see him. Maybe with more clothes to cover my skin and a set up that wasn’t a bedroom, our conversation might stay on topic.
“Is Bradon still here?” I asked Jenna.
Jenna shifted her attention to me from the dishes that she was clearing away on the dining table. Her uncomfortable expression gave me the answer that I had been looking for.
--To be continued...