CHAPTER 25
**WINTER**
"I hate you," I spat at him, my voice trembling with fury.
He nodded, a cold smile curling his lips.
“It doesn’t fuc*ing matter to me what you think of me. What truly counts is how I feel about you. And let me assure you, ‘hate’ barely scratches the surface of what I feel.” He released me suddenly, causing me to lurch forward.
"Now that we've established who's in charge here, let's not be late for breakfast. But before we go, and just to reinforce our arrangement, I want you to wear these." He pulled something from his pocket and shoved it into my hand.
I stared down at the item, my heart sinking.
My panties.
My cheeks burned as I turned them over in my hands.
They were sticky. The scent reached me first—earthy musk with a hint of salt. Had he...?
I had zero experience with what a man’s cum smelled like, but I had read enough to have a guess. It couldn’t be. Surely not. I blinked up at him, my face a mask of confusion and disgust. He watched me with amusement.
"What did you do?" I whispered, my voice barely audible.
Zion's smile brightened, his eyes gleaming with a twisted pride. He leaned in closer, his voice low and taunting.
“When I got back from the party early this morning, I came into your room. You were fast asleep, completely oblivious. So, I went through your drawers and found these.” He gestured to the panties in my hand, the sticky residue making me want to gag.
His eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he continued, “You had no idea I was there, did you? Completely oblivious to what I was doing.”
He moved closer, his presence overwhelming. “I sat by your bed, you know,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper.
“Thought about a few things I could’ve done to you. You wouldn’t have even noticed.
But don't get too excited," he sneered, his eyes raking over me from head to toe with a mocking glint.
It was as if he could see through my clothes, and the way he lingered on certain parts made my skin crawl.
“You’re not my type. I prefer girls who are hot and sexy, not prudes like you.”
I glared at him, my anger barely contained.
“You’re disgusting,” I spat, trying to sound brave even though my heart was pounding in my chest.
He chuckled, a dark, mocking sound.
“Disgusting? Maybe. But it doesn’t change the fact that you’re stuck with me. Get used to it, Snowflake.”
He continued, clearly revelling in the shock and disgust on my face. "After I found your panties, I took them back to my room," he said, a twisted smile curling his lips.
"I thought about all the things I could do to you while you were sleeping, completely unaware. But then, I remembered the girl I was with at the party."
His eyes glittered with a dark satisfaction.
"I used your panties while thinking about her. Imagining her and what we did together while holding something of yours. Your panties helped out a lot, you know." He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear.
"I came all over them, Snowflake."
I could feel the bile rising in my throat, the humiliation and revulsion twisting in my gut. His words were like poison, seeping into my mind and tainting everything. Zion’s grin widened, clearly enjoying every second of my torment.
I stared at him, my stomach churning. The casual way he spoke about invading my privacy and using my items made my skin crawl. I could feel the heat of humiliation and anger rising in my cheeks, but I refused to let him see me break.
“How dare you?” I retorted, my voice shaky.
"You’re sick. If you wanted to get off, you should have gone back to that girl. Why did you have to dirty my underwear? Why are you doing this?”
His smile widened, eyes glinting with malevolence.
"I do it because I can," he nonchalantly remarked. And honestly, I'm itching to test your limits until you crack. Welcome to our new life, Snowflake.”
Furious, I threw the panties away, my hands trembling with the force of my anger. The sickening scent of his violation lingered in the air, a constant reminder of what he had done. I wanted to scream, to lash out, but I knew that would only give him more satisfaction. Instead, I took a deep breath, resolving to stay strong despite his attempts to break me.
He watched me with bemusement.
“Pick them up and put them on, now, or we’ll be late for breakfast.” His voice seethed with malice, eyes blazing.
“What! You can’t be serious?” I said, my voice barely more than a whisper.
“I couldn’t be more serious. From now on, you’ll smell like me, so whenever you move, you’ll remember who owns you,” he sneered, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear.
"Every step you take, every moment you make, you'll be forced to remember who's calling the shots. That lingering feeling will never leave you, a relentless warning of who's in control."
His hand tightened on my wrist, and he gave a cruel chuckle.
“And don’t think for a second you can wash it away. It’s not just about the scent, Snowflake. It’s about the power. My power over you. You’ll wear these panties, and you’ll know that I can make you do whatever I want. You’ll be walking around all day with my cum against your skin, feeling it with every move. It’s a mark, a reminder that you belong to me.”
I shivered, not just from fear, but from the sheer intensity of his words. He watched me, his eyes dark and full of malicious satisfaction.
“This is just the beginning. You’ll learn, bit by bit, just how far I’m willing to go to keep you under my thumb. Now, put them on and let’s go. We don’t want to keep my mom waiting, do we?”
I shook my head, feeling embarrassment and a strange heat roiling in my belly.
“No, I won’t do it.”
He leaned in, touching my lips with a finger.
“You either wear them,”—he tapped the panties, then moved his finger to my hips, tapping between my legs— “or I’ll make that call, and boom, your mother will lose her job and her dignity. Your choice.”
The heat of his finger burned through my demure denim skirt.
“You have three seconds to decide. One!”
“What?” I panicked as he started to count down and moved a hand to his belt, unbuckling it in one fluid movement. He was serious.
“Wait,” I panted, shoving my hand under my skirt before I could question my sanity, and tugging my panties down.
The panties fell to the floor at my feet, and I kicked them aside as Zion’s countdown continued. With trembling hands, I stepped into the damp panties, the remnants of his cum making my skin prickle with discomfort. I shimmied them up, glancing at him with a mix of defiance and dread.
“Two...”
His voice was a low growl, and his eyes, darker than I’d ever seen, locked onto me. The belt in his hand hung loosely, his gaze fixed on me as if the sight of my compliance had momentarily held him captive. A muscle twitched in his jaw, his only visible sign of emotion.
The tension was suffocating. I felt a confusing mix of fear and arousal, a raw, unsettling truth that this was the most intense and infuriating experience I’d ever faced.
“Let’s go before Mom comes looking for us,”
Zion said, his tone unyielding and cold. I nodded, the fabric of the panties feeling like a scorching reminder of his control. How was I supposed to endure the day with his cum clinging to my skin? And knowing that my mom’s future hung in the balance only deepened the weight of my predicament.
I had no choice but to comply.
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