I'm about to bite back a reply when he grabs his cock by the base, forcing me to look at it bounce.
"You do, don't you?" he asks softly. "You're fucking desperate to taste it, aren't you, little toy?"
"N-No," I manage to get out, glaring at him. "Fuck you."
"Patience. Open those pretty lips. I want to see if I'm getting what I was promised."
He forces my lips open with his thumb, and a moment later, his engorged cock replaces the finger in my mouth. I gasp, but it only serves to force his tip in deeper. I'm choking, but he doesn't seem to care. He merely chuckles, caressing my hair with his free hand while the other holds down the back of my neck, making sure I can't move back.
"Suck," he instructs me. "I want to see those pretty cheeks hollowing out when you take me."
I struggle, but he's insistent, holding me down on his cock until his hips start to fuck the fight right out of my mouth. He moves slowly, but with intent, filling my mouth to the brim again and again.
I know I'm about to start crying, and I hate myself for it - but not as much as I hate Dexter motherfucking Booth.
“Oh, you poor little thing,” he mutters, running his fingers over my cheeks and dipping his fingertips into the tears slipping down my face. “You really thought I was going to go gentle on you, didn’t you?”
I want to tell him to go fuck himself, but my mouth's full and my words come out messy, barely audible. He laughs in my face.
"You're not really doing anything, toy," he reminds me. "I want you to fucking suck. You don't want to find out how I'm going to punish you if you don't. Got it?"
I fucking hate him with a fiery passion.
But I find myself nodding helplessly nonetheless. What fucking choice do I have? Either I do as he says or he forces me to do it. At least the first option won't hurt as much.
I lower my mouth on his cock, taking in inch after inch of his swollen manhood. He grips me by the neck, groaning loudly when he hits a wall inside my mouth. I'm about to retch, but I force myself to stay down, my eyes fluttering open and closed as he vibrates deep inside my throat.
"Well, this feels promising," Dexter mutters under his breath, stroking my cheek with his thumb. "Where did you learn how to do that, toy?"
I want to scream at him, but I know it won't help much. Instead, he pulls on my hair, forcing me up and down his cock until I feel my now exposed pussy dripping between my legs. Holy shit, he's doing this to me with his cock in my mouth only. What the fuck is going to happen once he actually gets to fuck me?
I choke on his cock, and spit dribbles down my chin to Dexter's amusement. My eyes flit to Lai, finding him with his hand firmly placed over his cock, touching his throbbing length to the sight of me. My pussy leaks at the thought of being watched by all of them. I'm getting turned on, and I'm afraid there's no way I can hide it any longer.
"Take it," Dexter demands, pushing his powerful hips against me. "Fucking take the whole thing."
I choke again, moving back and spitting on his cock, coughs racking my body as he watches me, jerking the length of his engorged cock.
"Pathetic, toy," he tells me. "You were so promising in the beginning. What happened?"
"Make her work for it harder," Lai suggests. "She's not struggling enough, if you ask me."
"I didn't," Dexter reminds him. "And I play with my toy the way I want to."
"It's no fun if you break her before everyone else gets a turn," Julian adds cruelly. "We're all going to want a piece of her, so don't you go ruining her before we've had a go."
"That's up to me, not you," Dex barks at him, and my shoulders sag with relief.
I can handle one of them, but if they all start ganging up on me, I'm as good as done.
"You're a very bad cocksucker," Dexter goes on, addressing me.
His tone is gentle, but his words aren't, and as his fingers wrap around my chin, I realize he isn't nearly done with me yet.
"We're going to have to teach you how to do this a lot better," Dex mutters under his breath. "Until then, you're going to fucking eat my cum until you learn to love the taste of it."
"No," I bite out, my throat still scratchy from his cruel fucking.
"No?" He smirks. "Did I hear that right, toy? You're saying no to me?"
"Fuck you," I bite back. "You can't have me, not now, not ever."
"We'll see about that."
He pulls me in closer, positioning me so my face is right in front of his throbbing cock.
"Open wide," he mutters, jerking off his cock to the sight of me.
"No!" I cry out, but his hand wraps around my throat again and he forces me to stay in place despite my struggling.
"Yes," he grinds out. "Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Fucking take it."
I close my eyes, but he slaps me, forcing me to keep them open.
"Watch me," he snarls. "Watch me while I come on your pretty face."
I whimper, but it's too late. The rope of cum hits me out of nowhere, making me jump as it hits my cheek. Another one lands on my lips, then on my forehead, in my hear. Some even gets on my lashes, dripping down my face in thick, creamy strands.
"Fuck you," I snarl at Dexter, struggling to break free.
"Fuck you too," he mutters back, out of breath and smirking to himself as he lets go of me. "You can get up now. Thank you, pretty toy."
I'm half expecting him to demand I clean myself up, but he does no such thing. The room is quiet as I get up on shaky legs, grabbing Dexter's napkin from the table and wiping my face. I want to cry.
I look at the other Firstborns in the room, but none of them meet my eyes.
"You think you're royals," I snarl at them. "But you're nothing. You're not even people. You're fucking monsters."
"Yeah yeah yeah," Dexter yawns, putting his cock back in his pants. "You're done now, toy. You can leave. Thanks."
I feel hot tears burning my eyes as I turn on my heel and run out of the quiet dining room.
* * *
After the guests have left, I retreat to the safe confines of my room. The night stretches ahead of me with nothing to do, and I pace the room, thinking of what to do next.
There's a knock on my bedroom door.
"What?" I ask, agitated that someone's bothering me yet again.
"Jeez, calm down."
I recognize Tianna's voice. She waltzes into my room without a care in the goddamn world.
"What do you want?" I ask her, annoyed.
"Calm down, I'm here to help."
She plops down on my bed, pulling out the red heart-shaped lollipop she's sucking and waving it at me.
"I heard what happened," she mutters, offering me an apologetic look that doesn't really make up for anything that happened that night, before popping her lolly back into her mouth. "You need to learn how to stand up for yourself or he's going to walk all over you, day after fucking day."
"How am I supposed to do that?" I ask, hating the note of desperation that creeps into my voice. "With all these rules we're supposed to follow, it seems like I don't have a chance in hell of standing up for anything."
"Well, the guys aren't the only ones who get Firstborn privileges," Tianna shrugs. "If you ask me, you're fucking lucky. Luckier than me, at any rate."
"What would you do in my place?" I demand. "What would you do if you had to marry one of them?"
"Have some fun." She gives me an evil smirk, sucking on the candy. "You read up on the rules, I'm assuming? Did you go through the entire manual?"
I guiltily think back to the thick notebook that's still somewhere in my bedside table. I leafed through the pages when I arrived at Oakes Estate, but I haven't bothered to pick it up since.
"Not yet," I admit, and she rolls her eyes.
"Well, here it is a nutshell," she says, linking her arm through mine and giving me a conspiratorial smile. "You have to stay a virgin until your wedding night."
"I know that," I mutter.
"Just let me finish, you brat," she says. "But
there's a special clause in the manual that says you can do whatever the hell you want - and whoever the hell you want - as long as your virginity is intact on your wedding night. In fact, the rulebook encourages you to play around with other people."
"What?" I narrow my eyes at her. "But Dexter and I... I mean, we're engaged."
"So?" she shrugs. "You aren't married yet, are you?"
I can't argue with that, and I stay quiet as I ponder this new information.
"You can't escape them," Tianna tells me. "So you might as well have some fun with it. Don't you agree?"
I lock eyes with her and find myself nodding to her words.
I can work with this.
I can definitely work with this.
Fourteen
Pandora
I walk to my last class of the day, clutching an armful of textbooks. I've had a pretty uneventful week. Dexter seems to be busy picking on the other descendants, and the other Firstborns have mercifully left me alone. But now, if I don't count Minnie, I'm pretty much left to my own devices. I'm lonely. I hate that I still don't have a single proper friend in this stupid town. I long to talk to Andromeda, Estella or Milo, but there's no way to get in touch with them, not under my father's eagle eye. I don’t even know if they still have the same phone numbers.
I’m a little surprised to find the hallway empty, I wait around for the professor, but nobody shows up. I try the door handle next and am surprised to find the door open. I walk into the classroom. There are only two people in there. Dexter, sitting at my etiquette teacher's desk, and a gorgeous blonde standing beside him, watching him with hungry eyes.
"Well, hello, toy," he says with a bright smile. "We've been waiting for you. Do come in."
"Where's Professor Durant?" I ask, narrowing my eyes at him. "I'm supposed to have class here."
"Class is cancelled." He grins at me. "We have something more important to do today."
"You can't just do that," I argue.
"Watch me."
I don't even know what to say in response. He's so obsessed with controlling me he's started toying with my entire life. Nothing is sacred anymore.
“So this is her?”
The blonde is laughing at me. She’s got some serious balls if she thinks she can get away with that.
“You didn’t tell me she was so plain,” she purrs, touching her hand to Dex’s shoulder. “Really, with all that money… they couldn’t even pay for a nose job?”
“You fucking…” I’m about to throw myself at her, but I stop myself, taking a deep breath.
“Don’t talk to her like that,” Dex snaps at the girl. “You know your place. Don’t embarrass yourself.”
“Yes, I’m sorry.” She’s instantly sheepish, and it makes me feel smug as hell.
“Here’s what we’re going to do,” Dexter drawls out. “You’re going to come and sit on your knees right here, next to me.”
He taps his foot against the classroom floor.
“And my good friend Audra…”
At this, he points to the stunning blonde. She returns my gaze defiantly, turning her nose up at me as if she’s smelled something bad.
“She is going to be right next to you. She’s got some lessons to teach you.”
“Lessons?” I ask. “I doubt she could teach me anything. Unless the class is called Slut 101?”
Audra grimaces at me and I mentally high-five myself. But Dexter merely laughs out loud, tapping his fingers on his chin and getting comfortable in the throne-like chair.
“You think you’re funny, don’t you, toy? You don’t know how right you are. Now come here.”
He taps his knee and I glare at him.
“Get over here, Pandora. Right the fuck now.”
His words compel me, and my feet move of their own accord. His voice is my weakness. Something about that low growl of his turns me helpless. I don’t stop moving until I’m standing inches away from the throne. His fingers go to my thigh, touching the skin there gently. He’s examining me, searching me for…
My eyes snap to his when I realize what he’s doing. He’s trying to find out if my father’s hurt me again. He already told me he’s going to be the only one to do that. Guess he wasn’t fucking kidding.
“Kneel,” he mutters, his eyes going to mine as he beckons me to my knees. “Now, toy.”
My knees buckle and I drop to the floor, trying not to wince when I hit the hard surface. I’m desperate already. This boy turns me into a whimpering, desperate mess, and he knows it. Even if I hadn’t made him that promise at my party, I’d still be doing anything he wanted. And his leering smile tells me he knows just what I’ve finally figured out for myself.
“Oh, look at you, little toy.”
His voice is soft as he reaches out to caress my cheek.
“You’re not as stupid as I thought, are you?”
I look away, feeling defeated, and he laughs at me.
“Audra, get the fuck over here. And pull your dress up. I want to see that pussy first.”
His words send jolts of electricity through my body, and I hate him for what he’s capable of doing to me. I look back at Audra, who has now sauntered closer and is pulling up the skintight excuse she calls a dress. No panties. Of-fucking-course.
Her pussy is waxed. There’s not a hair in sight – she’s smooth, silky and beautiful. Dex groans at the sight of her, and a wave of jealousy washes over me. I try not to acknowledge it, but I have the sinking feeling he sees everything that’s going on in my head, like some twisted mind-reader.
"See how well she takes care of herself?" Dexter mutters, extending a hand and running his fingertips over Audra's exposed pussy.
"I want yours like this at all times. I like them shaved so I can see exactly what I'm doing to you. You want to be a good girl, don't you?"
I just stare at him with contempt, refusing to give him an answer, and it makes him laugh in my face.
"You're going to get trained," he tells me. "You may be an ungrateful little bitch now, but I'll make sure you know how to act for me sooner or later, little toy. Now come sit by me, both of you."
She approaches with slow measured footsteps, and Audra sinks to her knees in front of my fiancé, her adoring eyes glued to his.
When I see her following his orders like that, I decide to rebel. Not because I’m a glutton for punishment, but because I like to fuck with him, I cross my legs, and I can tell how much it pisses Dex off.
"Is that the proper way to sit around me?" he grits out. "On your knees, right the fuck now. Don't make me tell you twice."
“Or else what?” I argue.
“Or else I’m going to tie you up in a more suitable position.”
“Promises, promises.”
“Toy. Kneel. Now.”
I change my sitting position, filled with contempt for the boy.
"Better," he mutters under his breath before focusing his attention on Audra instead.
He takes her by the chin, fingers wrapping around her ridiculously pretty face and turning it this way and that, examining her.
"You look pretty today; did you do all this for me?"
She nods, blushing prettily, and I fight the jealousy seeping through my pores with everything I've got. But nothing is helping - I fucking hate Dexter, and the fact that he's making me feel this way.
"Well, I'm going to ruin it," Dexter tells her sweetly without so much as taking notice of me. "I'm going to make that mascara run, and I'm going to smear your lipstick all over your damn face. What do you think about that, Audra?" "I want it," she whispers, her voice hoarse with need. "Please can I have it now?”
He sounds ridiculously pleased with himself when he glances to me, as if he's just remembered I'm in the room as well.
"As for you," he mutters. "You're going to watch our good friend Audra here show you how you're supposed to suck a goddamn dick. And I recommend you watch very closely, because I'm going to be testing your knowledge soon enough, and I want you to ha
ve learned something. Got it?"
I nod, pursing my lips and telling myself I'll have my revenge for this, too.
"Perfect," Dexter mutters, palming the length of his cock through his designer jeans. "How about we just get started then? You can come in now, boys."
My eyes widen as the door to the room flies open. Caspian, Lai and Julian fill the room, and right behind them, there's my brother and a couple other, lower-tier descendants of the founding families.
"Are you fucking crazy?" I hiss at him. "I don't want him fucking watching me!"
"Well, too bad," Dex says cruelly, toying with Audra. "Because you don't exactly have a choice."
I glance at Brazen fearfully. His jaw is set, and he's refusing to look at me as he walks into the room. But his stupid cock is hard as hell, and he comes to a stop in the corner of the room, focusing on Audra and Dex as he touches the bulge in his pants.
"Why do they need to be here?" I demand. "These are supposed to be my lessons."
"Exactly," Dex hisses. "So quit your fucking whining and do as you're told."
I hate him. I hate him so much the feeling is crawling under my skin, threatening to make my body jump at him and take every little frustration out on him. But I don't do anything of the sort. Instead, I just sit there like a good, complacent little toy. All the while planning my escape.
"Let's get started. Audra, take my cock out and show her how it's done."
As the blonde struggles with his belt buckle and the zipper on his jeans, I allow my gaze to wonder around the room. Lai's eyes are stuck on mine, watching me for every little reaction. Everyone else is watching Audra and Dex, like this is some kind of free porn show. I hate them all.
"Pandora," Dexter hisses. "Eyes right the fuck here. Stop looking around or you're not going to learn anything, and we're going to have to do this all over again. And trust me, you won't like it as much the second time around. I'll make sure of it."
I turn my contempt-filled gaze back to the scene in front of me. Audra looks at me out of the corner of her eyes, smirking. I hate her too. Probably the most of all, because she's also making me insanely jealous. I don't want her touching Dexter. I don't want her here at all.
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