by Beck, J. L.
“You’re sick,” she croaks, her voice trembling.
My lips tip up at the sides, and I’m sure I look like the monster she portrays me to be, in every way. “Yes, but you like it. You might be scared of me, confused and afraid of what I’ll do, but something inside of you enjoys it. Something inside of you clings to the darkness inside of me. We’re two drops of paint on a white canvas, and one of us is going to dull out the other’s color.” Lifting my hands, I bring them to her knees and push them apart. “Will it be me, or you?”
A whimper escapes her mouth as I stare down at her pink folds. Her pussy calls to me, and I want to worship it, suck it, lick it, fuck it. I want to own it like she owns a piece of me. Wrapping my hand around her ankle, I pull her until her ass is at the edge of the bed.
“If you were just going to take it from me, then why strike a deal?” For a moment, I stand there, staring down at my snow white beauty. Did she think I was going to rape her? The thought shocks me and at the same time, makes me want to laugh.
“I could have anyone I want at this school, Willow. If I wanted pussy, I wouldn’t have to rape someone.” It’s then that she almost visibly sinks into the mattress, her chest not rising and falling as rapidly as it was a minute ago. She thought I was going to hurt her… really hurt her. What the fuck? Is that what she thinks of me?
“I’m an asshole, a crazy bastard who you should definitely stay away from, but I’m not going to take something you aren’t willing to give me.”
Her thick lashes brush against her cheek as she watches me with caution, “What are you going to take, then?”
With a honeyed voice, I reply, “Whatever you give me.”
Using both hands, I slide them under her thighs and then lift, bending her, so her knees come back toward her chest. A tiny gasp meets my ears, but there isn’t a stop or no that follows the action, so I continue.
“Use your hands and hold your legs back against your chest. If you move, I stop and trust me, you don’t want me to stop, I mean it.”
Like the good girl she is, she moves one of her arms and wraps it around her knees. With both hands to use, I smile, and gently spread her folds, exposing her tiny little diamond of a clit. My tongue darts out over my bottom lip, and I feel my cock harden to the point of pain.
“Has anyone ever eaten you out?” I ask, even though I’m certain I already know the answer.
“N-no…” She stutters, her voice like silk wrapping around me. The fact that she’s so untouched, so perfect, it drives my obsession for her home. It makes me want to possess every inch of her, destroy all the good. Take and take until there is nothing left.
“Good, I’ll be your first and your last. No one touches this pussy, no one. Not even you. Not without permission. Do you understand?”
When she doesn’t reply right away, I pinch her clit between two fingers, forcing her attention to me.
“Y-yesss… I understand.”
“Good,” I whisper hoarsely watching as wetness drips down her thighs. She likes this, likes my control.
Rein it in. Calm down.
Exhaling, I let go of her clit and replace my fingers with my tongue. I flick it against the bud instead and listen as Willow lets out a hitched breath at the contact. It’s music to my fucking ears, and I do it again, just for safe measure savoring the salty tang of her on my lips, and tongue.
I’m consumed, completely fucking consumed by her, and I’m afraid of what’s going to happen when all of this is over.
“What are you going to do?” she asks her voice piercing through the heavy lustful fog around my head.
“Eat,” I answer, and drop down to my knees. Giving her no warning of what’s to come. I dive right in like a starved fucking man. Using my fingers, I spread her and start working her clit.
I suck on the tiny nub until Willow starts to squirm, and I feel her juices coat my lips more rapidly. Delicious. Without realizing it, she starts to buck her hips, and I flatten my tongue against her clit, letting her fuck my face with her inexperienced humps. I never want this to end, never, and that’s a fucking problem because eventually, it will.
Bringing a finger to her entrance, I test the resistance before slipping inside with ease. So goddamn wet and warm. She squeezes around my digit like it’s a cock, and I let out an animalistic groan against her clit.
Slowly, I start to finger her cunt, listening as she squirms against the sheets, her other hand thrusts into my hair, and she holds me in place as if she knows exactly what she wants and how to get it. Fuck yes. This Willow I can handle, this one that wants me as badly as I want her. In this moment, it’s no longer about the hate we share but the pleasure.
Knowing she’s close, I pull back and place just enough pressure against her clit with my thumb to hold her at the edge. Then, I add a second finger to the first and start to move again, watching as she stretches to take both of them. It’s a tight fit, and I can’t fucking wait for my cock to be where my fingers are.
“Parker…” She moans my name, and I look up at her. Rosy cheeks, chest rising and falling as if she’s just run a mile. She’s beautiful, so beautiful it’s fucking tragic.
“Come on my fingers. Gush all that hate you have for me, all over them, show me how much you hate me, baby…” I order, my jaw aching as I grit my teeth and watch as she bows off the bed, arching her chest and pushing her puckered nipples into the air.
“I hate you… I hate you so…” The words cut off, and all I hear is a heady gasp.
Like the end to a symphony, she comes apart, her pussy convulses, and a shudder runs through me at the pleasure. Mine. Selfishly, I don’t wait for her to come down before I remove my fingers and unbutton my pants.
Standing to my full height, I shove my jeans down and pull my cock out. Fisting it in my hands, I start to stroke, envisioning my hand to be Willow’s tight little cunt. I want to fill her with my cock so badly, but she’s not ready, I know it.
“Let go of your legs,” I order, as my strokes grow faster. Pleasure builds in my balls, each determined stroke getting me closer and closer to the finish line. Willow stares at me innocently, a sleepy look in her eyes as she does as she’s told.
Mark her. Claim her. Something screams, and I know if I don’t, I’ll lose my fucking mind.
“I’m going to come all over you, mark your skin, claim your body. You’re mine, Willow. Mine to torment.” Stroke. “Mine to hate.” Stroke. “Mine to break.” Stroke. The pleasure becomes so blinding that I rock off my feet, and like a volcano, I erupt.
Ropes of sticky white come spurt from my cock and onto her snowy skin. Perfection. I grit my teeth, squeezing the tip of my cock, becoming mesmerized with each drop of come that lands.
Mine. The word echoes in my mind, playing on repeat. My heartbeat soars into my throat, and as the pleasure inside of me simmers, I’m left reeling.
I know I shouldn’t want her like this. I can’t want her, but I do. I want all of her. A low rising anger replaces the pleasure, and I release my cock and pull my pants back up.
“Congratulations, you’ve more than earned your invitation to the charity ball.”
Something like relief flickers in her features. “Thank you,” she whispers, and I almost feel bad for what I’m about to say next.
“However, there is a catch…”
Brows furrowing, she sits up and reaches for the sheet beside her. The action infuriates me, but I don’t say anything.
“What do you mean there is a catch? You said you would get me an invite?” Tears start to form in her obsidian green eyes, the color almost like you’re looking through water to see it.
“And I did.” I button my pants back up and shove my hands into the front of my jeans. “You can go, but you have to go with me.”
“But… my father wants to go with me, and I don’t…” The second the words leave her mouth, I find that I’m back to hating her again.
“Your father?” I spit, “You were going to bring your father?” I
blink, trying to calm my anger down. I should’ve seen this coming. I should’ve known that she had ulterior motives, and I guess, in a way, I did know. I asked her why she needed the invite, and she didn’t tell me. My mistake. Shaking my head, I whirl around and head for the door. I’ve been careless when it comes to her, and I’m not sure when this behavior is going to stop.
If my father knew, if anyone here suspected I was weak for her, the enemy. I don’t even want to think about the disappointment.
“Parker…” She calls out to me, but I’m too far gone. I have to get away from her. Everything about her is fucking with my head. Unlocking the door, I walk out, not even bothering to close it behind me.
When will I learn that in this game, every action has a repercussion?
11
Willow
I don’t know why, but I feel bad. I have no reason to feel this way, he has been using me. Using my body, my image for his psychotic pleasure. I try and maintain the goodness that’s left inside me. I’m doing this for Ashton, not for my father, not for Parker, or even myself, everything is for my sister. I can’t lose her. She is the only family I have left. I don’t count my dad, because there is no love between us. I can’t count that relationship as family.
The reminder of my sister makes me feel a little better as I head into the coffee shop just off-campus. Blackthorn is a quaint little town, and there are a bunch of tiny little stores all nestled together like a little village at this shopping center.
Now that I’ve got the official invite to the fundraiser, I have to go dress shopping, which sucks. I didn’t want to go, to begin with, and part of that is because I need to be dressed to my father’s specifications.
Walking into Java, the door chimes. The smell of coffee permeates the air and fills my nostrils, and for the first time in a long time, I smile.
My entire world might be falling apart, but at least I still have coffee. As I move through the tiny building, I make my way toward the menu board. I don’t realize the girl in front of me is Alice, my now ex-roommate until she turns around.
A frown clouds her face when she sees me. “Hey,” she greets, sounding a bit unsure what to say.
“Hey,” I respond and try to give a tiny smile. I don’t hate her for what she did. I’m not stupid; I know she didn’t leave out of her own free will.
“Mhm, I’m sorry, Willow… about leaving, ditching you. I...” She stumbles over her words. “I don’t know what to say besides I’m sorr—”
“Let me order my coffee, and we can sit down and talk, okay?” I interrupt her. She gives me a tiny nod and heads to a nearby table while I walk up to order my drink. Five minutes later, I have an iced caramel latte in my hands.
Meandering to the table, I sit in the seat across from her. I don’t need her to tell me what happened because I had already assumed that Parker had something to do with it, the day she’d disappeared, but I did think she was a friend. And when she left without even a word, it hurt.
“I’m sorry, Willow.” She starts, “I didn’t want to leave, but I didn’t know what to do. Like I told you, Parker’s dad owns the school, and if I went against him.” A visible shiver ripples through her. “He threatened me. Parker, I mean. I just—”
“Stop, it’s okay. You don’t have to apologize. I already assumed that it was him, and I’m not mad that you left.”
“You aren’t?” Alice perks up, her eyes shining a little brighter now.
“No, I was only upset because it felt like I lost my only friend here. You left, and I had no heads up. Then you’ve avoided me at all cost, making it impossible for me to talk to you about anything. I was worried…” I take a sip of my drink and try to gather my emotions. I didn’t think I would have a chance to talk to her, not after she left.
“I was too, but I knew I couldn’t say or do anything, and I was afraid if I talked to you…”
“Look, it’s okay. It’s done and over with. Do you maybe want to hang out?” I give her a cheerful smile hoping that will ease the tension of this conversation.
“Yeah, I’m just studying, but I miss hanging out with you. What do you want to do?”
I make a sour face. “Well, I have to go dress shopping for that stupid charity ball that Parker’s dad is putting on. My father is coming to town for it, and since I hate dress shopping, having you tag along might lessen my hate of it. That is if you want to go?”
Alice’s eyes light up at the suggestion. “Did you say shopping? I love shopping. You know what? You just follow along, and I’ll find the perfect dress and shoes for you.”
Oh boy.
We finish our coffee and talk about the classes we are planning to take together next semester. I don’t tell her that I don’t even know if I’ll be here then, simply because I’m not ready to tell her about the deal I made with Parker. I wonder what she would think of me if she knew that I’m basically whoring myself out to the devil.
I push the thought away before it can take root. I’m not a whore, not considering I’m still a virgin, but what I’m doing makes me feel like one. Plus, with Parker’s appetite for me, I don’t think I’ll be a virgin much longer.
“Should we start shopping?” Alice questions and I realize as I glimpse at the screen of my phone, that we’ve been sitting here for almost an hour talking.
“Shit, yeah, let’s go.” I drag myself out of the chair and toward the door.
Alice giggles and follows after me, “It’ll be fine, with me by your side, it won’t take long to find the perfect dress.”
“I know, that’s not the problem. I just hate shopping and dresses.”
With a sigh, we leave the coffee shop together in search of the perfect dress.
* * *
We spend about an hour in the first store alone. Alice made me try on a million dresses, but none of those were the one, as she put it. And she wasn’t lying, she really does love shopping.
As we enter the second store, I have this horrible feeling deep in my gut. I don’t know why, but it feels like something bad is going to happen. I do my best to swallow the feeling down as I go through the racks, but then I see him.
Warren appears out of thin air like a ghost haunting me. My stomach starts to twist into tight knots. Hiding behind the rack, I peek up over it. I’m half tempted to run out of the store, but then I remember I’m here with Alice, and she’s somewhere at the back of the store.
Shit. I’m just going to have to sneak past him and pray that he doesn’t see me. Moving slowly, I casually walk behind the racks toward the back. When I’m about twenty feet away, I spot Alice, but she isn’t alone. Parker. Like a damn cancer, that devil of a man has entered my life, eating and taking every single good thing with him. I’m drowning in all his evil, and I don’t know how to swim.
Stopping in my tracks, he smiles at something Alice says, and then as if he can sense me watching him, he locks eyes on me. Dark and piercing, I find it hard to breathe being trapped in his steely gaze. My chest rises and falls, but no air enters my lungs. Why can’t I breathe? Why does he have such an effect on me?
Knowing I’m watching him, he leans in closer and whisper’s something into her ear, and though his eyes and attention are on me, something that I can only describe as burning jealousy forms in my gut. Why? Why am I jealous? It’s obvious that’s what he wants, but I shouldn’t care in the first place. I shouldn’t care who he sleeps with or flirts with. But you do. A voice nags at the back of my brain. Alice laughs once more and responds to whatever it is that he said.
Fuck him. Fuck this. Sneering at him, I let jealousy guide my next move. Turning on my feet, I’m ready to stomp out of the store, but my steps are cut short because right behind me is Warren. Like an all-American golden boy, he stares at me, his muscular arms crossed over his chest.
“Jealous?” He grins, cocking his head to the side to inspect me.
“No,” I lie through my teeth. “I was just leaving.” I try to push past him, but he steps in front of me once mor
e. All over again, I feel trapped.
Warren shakes his head, disappointment marring his features, “Aren’t you here with Alice? It wouldn’t make you a very good friend to just leave her here, now would it?”
Before I can come up with a response, I can hear Parker’s voice coming closer. When I look over my shoulder, I find him and Alice walking our way.
“Fancy meeting you here,” Parker smiles mischievously. I wouldn’t be surprised if this were planned. He probably followed us here, trying to ruin my day with the one friend I have. I want to pull him into the back of the store, wrap my hands around his neck, and strangle him.
“Parker invited us to dinner,” Alice announces, and suddenly I wish I had told her the whole story. She probably thinks she is doing me a favor, getting me in Parker’s good graces or something. She has no idea that what she’s done is lead us straight into hell.
“Oh, great,” I say, trying my best to sound sarcastic, I put a smile on my face. It’s best not to let him know how much I’m loathing this. This is not part of the deal, but I still need that invite and looking at Alice beaming at me, I’m pretty sure she wants to go anyway.
“We just need to find Willow a dress for the fundraiser gala. Maybe we can meet you after we are done here?”
Please, say yes…
“We can wait,” Parker answers right away, his gaze burning into mine. “I’d love to see Willow try on some dresses. Maybe she needs some help zipping up.”
“Oh… umm yeah… okay. Let me find some for her to try on,” Alice stumbles over her words, clearly confused by Parker’s interest in me.
“I guess I’ll look too.” I go to the closest rack and start picking through them, selecting two that I like.
“You can all stop,” Parker suddenly calls out. “I found the perfect one.”
Sweet baby Jesus. Turning, I find Parker holding up a bright red dress if you can even call the piece of fabric a dress. It looks like it’ll barely cover my asshole.
