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For some reason, that seems to be good enough for me.
I start to lean forward, anxious to wrap my lips around his cock. I’m still sitting sideways on the seat, so I’ll be able to reach it easily. He notices me moving, though, and shakes his head.
“No,” he says firmly. “You haven’t earned it.”
I’m embarrassed by the little whine that escapes my lips. Before I can stop it, I’m actually fuckingwhining.Who the hell am I? And why am I letting something as simple as rejection get to me in this moment?
“Please,” I whisper. It’s a beg. I’m begging. We’re in traffic and I’m literally begging this fucking asshole to let me play with his dick. It’s pathetic, really. It’s tragic, but I don’t even care because I want him. At the end of the day, no matter what else happens, there’s a part of me that really, really wants this guy.
Ian looks at me, considering. I don’t know what’s running through his mind at first. Maybe he’s wondering if I’m worth it. Maybe he’s trying to decide if there’s any benefit to him giving me a hard time and teasing me a little bit more. Does Ian want me the way I want him? I think there’s a part of him that does. Theremustbe.
Why else does he keep picking me up and taking me places?
Sure, the place he took me today is literally a car. We’re just loitering in traffic right now, but still. He brought me somewhere new and I’m here with him.
Alone.
“I need you to do something,” Ian tells me. He’s still stroking his cock, still rubbing his dick hard and fast and strong. He looks like a machine when he does this. I can see why people are scared of him. He’s got this chiseled jawline and these really thick, muscular arms.
“Anything,” I answer before I can stop myself. I know that this is the wrong thing to say. I shouldn’t be making a promise to a man like Ian.Nobodyshould make promises to men like Ian. These guys are dangerous. Calculating. Cold. He’s the type of man who will slice your throat without a second thought.
So why do I like him?
No, like isn’t the right word. Why do I feeldrawnto him? Maybe it’s the power that radiates from him at every turn. Even when he walked into the shelter, he instantly commanded everyone’s attention. People noticed him right away. They looked at him, probably wondering who the hell he is or why he thinks he’s so important. The truth is that it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter what people think about him. It doesn’t matter why he’s important.
It only matters that he is.
So he strokes his cock and I watch silently. He’s getting close and I can’t do a damn thing about it. He doesn’t want me to touch him. He won’t let me if I try, and I’m far too afraid that he’ll dump my ass on the side of the road to do anything to irritate him. Instead, I watch as he touches himself.
“I need you to take his phone.”
That surprises me a little bit. I look at him, cocking my head. Is he sure that this is what he wants? He needs me to steal a phone? It honestly won’t be too difficult. I can be pretty sneaky when I want to be. I just don’t usually go around stealing phones. In general, most of my time is used doing things like answering the phone and helping with adoptions. When I’m not at work, I’m at dance class or hanging out at my dad’s parties.
This is something real, something sneaky. It feels bad and wrong because it is. It’s a crime. In fact, it’s my very first one.
Ian seems amused with all of the chaos happening in my head as he watches me consider whether or not I’m going to help him. The problem is that it’s not really a question of whether I’ll help him. It’s a question ofhowI’ll help him.
We both know that I’m crazy about Ian. We both know perfectly well that he gets my heart racing and my blood pumping. There’s very little about him that I don’t like. In fact, I’m pretty sure there’snothingabout him that I don’t like.
Licking my lips, I watch as he rubs that beautiful dick of his. He reaches out, bouncing one of my breasts and closes his eyes for just a second. In that moment, he looks so fucking good. I want to slip out of my jeans, straddle him, and sink down on that dick right here. In fact, I don’t even care who sees. I don’t even care if anyone is looking out of their windows and watching me. I really, really don’t.
All I want is him, and I’m very aware that this is a totally dangerous thought.
“Okay,” I whisper. Then I nod. I’m not sure which one of us I’m really trying to convince, but I know that I can do this, if only for Ian. I can do this thing...I can steal the phone. It’ll be easy. I’m the one person who knows the ins and outs of the shelter. I can grab it from him when he’s on cat duty and nobody will ever realize it was me. “I’ll take the phone.”
Ian smiles and reaches for my hair. Jerking my head back, he smiles at me.
“Good girl.”
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