Chapter 2

It was an impossible choice but failing to choose and picking both by default was worse.

'So convince him to do neither,' she told herself.

"Why would you do this?" she asked. "You don't even know me. Why are you doing this to me?"

"I'm giving you what you wanted," he said. "Now pick. You have till the count of five."

"Please, I'm begging you," she blurted.

His breath tickled her neck as he snickered.

"Yeah?" he asked, twisting to face her with a half-smile.

Lexi nodded, staring at him with the most pathetic eyes she could manage.

"You're begging me?" he asked, nodding back at her. 

Something in his expression was dark. Scary.

Without warning, he grabbed her by the hair, pulled her from the chair and shoved her to the floor. 

"If you wanna fucking beg, beg properly," he shouted.

She winced in pain as he let go of her hair, feeling tears sting the back of her eyes. 

'This is what you wanted,' she told herself. 'You asked for this.'

The only problem was, she didn't want anyone else to get hurt because of her twisted fantasy. Especially not Sam.

"Can't we just keep this between us?" she asked, staring up at him. "Please, Jayce?" 

He scoffed at this staring down at her with the same look of disdain Aaron used to grace her with. 

"Please?" she begged, knitting her fingers together in prayer. "I'm begging you, Jayce."

He surprised her by laughing. 

"Please, Jayce. I'm begging you, Jayce," he mimicked in a breathy, high pitched imitation of her voice. "I kinda like the sound of my name when you say it."

Lexi felt a fresh rush of blood to her cheeks, filling them to the point it was painful. She knew her face had to be roughly the colour of a lobster or a beetroot by this point but thinking about it only made it worse. 

'He wants you to call out his name,' she told herself. 'So give him what he wants.'

"Jayce," she said in the sexiest voice she could manage. "Please, Jayce. Please let me off."

His lips curled up into a perverted smile and raised his eyebrows. "Please get you off?"

"Let me off," she corrected quietly, though she was fairly certain he'd misheard on purpose. 

"If you want to get off," he went on, ignoring her. "You'd have to get me off first, don't you think?"

After fantasising about this moment so many times, the actualisation felt dreamlike and unreal. In her imagined version of events, it was Aaron shoving his cock down her throat. Still... Jayce was basically the same as the high-school Aaron in her memories. If anything, he was an even meaner version. 

'It's almost as if all my fantasizing dreamed him to existence,' she thought, thinking of the song lyrics to that one Savage Garden song she'd liked briefly.

"I knew I loved you before I met you,

I think I dreamed you into life."

Her mind went off on a tangent as it often did, wondering what had happened to Savage Garden, before reaching the conclusion it didn't matter right now and she was either losing her grasp on reality or this was some kind of lust-addled dream.

'Could I be in a coma?' she wondered.

"Ah," she cried out as he pulled on her hair. The pain felt pretty damn real.

"Well?" he asked. 

"If I suck you off..., will you keep this between us?" she asked. 

As he held her head level with his crotch, he tilted her head back and sneered down at her. "Who said I wanted you to suck my dick?"

"I, er, I just assumed," Lexi stuttered. 

"Well get your mind out of the gutter, slut," he said. "I never said I wanted that. That's your dirty mind."

'The way you're holding my head so close to your dick kinda implies it!' she wanted to scream at him. It was difficult to bite her tongue, but she managed it. Antagonising him wasn't an option.

"Tell me what you want, and I'll do it," she said instead. "I'll do whatever you want, just pleeeease—"

"You'll do anything I want?" he asked. 

He let go of her hair and circled the kitchen, kicking away an empty box of cereals that lay on the dirty tiles.

Lexi nodded as she smoothed down her hair. She'd only spent two hours making it look perfect for this trip.

"Sit back down." Jayce tutted. "You suck at begging."

‘I do?’

Those words hurt more than they should have. Aside from the times when Aaron had threatened her in school, she'd never been in a situation that required her to beg. Still, she liked to think she had the pout and puppy dog eyes down to a T.

The chair scraped noisily against the tiles as she pulled it out and sat, making a wide-eyed face at her reflection in the microwave.

"Actually, make us a cup of tea," Jayce said as he sat, put his feet up on the table and crossed them. "We are going to have a little chat."

When Lexi walked over to the kettle, she found the three obligatory coffee, tea, and sugar containers that all houses had, but no clean cups.

"Erm... cups?" she asked.

"They're dirty," he helpfully informed her. "Do the washing up."

As her face turned toward the sink, she made the same wide-eyed face.

'Great.'

She filled the sink with hot water and liquid soap, letting heat and chemistry do most of the work. As she made the tea, she also wiped down the sides and cleaned the sink, making the kitchen look a million times better. It wasn't bad beneath the grime and food stains. 

The entire time she cleaned he didn't say a word. Every time she glanced over at him; he had the same satisfied grin plastered across his lips.

"Three sugars," was all he said.

'Yuk,' she thought. Tea with anything more than a single sugar was basically hot glucose syrup.

When she passed him the mug, he didn't say thank you but did flash an appreciative smile, which to be fair was more than she expected.

"So tell me…" He took a sip of the tea, slurping loudly. "What did my brother do to you that turned you on so much you just had to see him again?"