She doesn't reply because she can't, but her eyes shoot daggers at me, making me chuckle.
"Alright, toy. How about a reward if you do as you're told?" This makes those pretty eyes sparkle. "You get one orgasm per five minutes of keeping your mouth open."
She mumbles something, blushing when it comes out muffled, but I understand her perfectly.
"Yes, you'll get to come with me. Now stay like this." I let go of her and take a step back to admire her. "That's right, toy. Put your palms on your thighs. Drip for me."
She lets out a moan and a drops of spit drips from her tongue to her hands. She gives me a horrified look and I smirk at her.
"Forgot that would happen? I didn't... and I'm going to enjoy looking at you being a dripping, wet little mess for me. I know you love it too, toy... Not that you can admit it right now." I pull out my cock with one hand and twirl her hair around my finger with the other. "Such a pretty toy. Perfect for abusing... That's what you want, isn't it, Pandora? You just want to be abused."
Her eyes may look at me with hate, but the blush in her cheeks doesn't lie, and neither does the fact that her mouth is still open. I start stroking my cock painfully slowly, gliding along the shaft.
"Fuck, you look so good like that. I could stare at you for hours." She drips more, the drool sliding down her chest. "Such a good girl."
I keep her like that, admiring her as I massage my cock from the tip to the base. I groan at the sight of her, at the idea of filling her up again with my seed. My cock twitches at the thought, and it gets even harder as I watch a lone, silent tear slide down Pandora's cheek. A sign that I'm winning. A sign that she's mine.
"Look at my cock," I instruct her, and her eyes become glued to my engorged dick. There's precome bubbling on the tip. Am I imagining it or is Pandora dripping even more now? "You like that, toy? I bet you do."
I take a step closer until my cock is right under her mouth. Pandora cries out, making spit dribble down her chin and down to my cock. I moan, massaging my shaft with her juices and burying my other hand in her hair.
"Look how wet you're making it, you little slut... I love it when you let me treat you like nothing but a slut. You do too, right?" My voice is gentle, almost sweet, and I'm surprised when she responds readily, nodding with eagerness I hadn't expected. "Good toy... You want to know how long it's been?"
She nods again and I look at the watch on my wrist, smirking.
"Guess, toy." She holds up all ten fingers and I laugh out loud. "Try three minutes..."
She cries out with frustration. She's a mess. Her tits are covered in spit, and there's an endless stream dribbling down her chin onto her decolletage. I've never been more turned on. Fighting the desire to fill her mouth, I sigh.
"I'll let you off the hook... We can stop now, toy, and you can still have an orgasm. Just one, though. Okay?"
Her wide eyes stare back, contemplating my offer before finally nodding.
"Good toy. Close your mouth."
She does, whimpering as she's finally allowed to swallow again. I take her hands in mine, placing them on her drenched skin.
"Get it all over yourself," I order her. "I want to fuck those pretty tits tonight."
"B-But," she stutters. "I want you in my..."
"I said you'd come," I reply with a vicious smirk. "I didn't say how."
She pouts, but I pay it no mind, instead watching her lube her tits with her own spit.
"Reach down between your legs, too," I suggest.
"What?"
"You want to please me, don't you?" Her eyes burn, but she nods anyway. "Good toy. Then get those tits as wet as possible for me."
She reaches between her legs, and I smirk when I see the insides of her thighs glistening with her juices. She smears it all over herself. A real live sex doll, one that doesn't know the word no.
I make her kneel at the edge of the bed and start to fuck her pretty tits. She moans every time my cock slides between them, and I allow her a single lick every time I thrust. She's a moaning mess in seconds, my name a dying wish on her lips.
"You love this, don't you?" I ask. "You love being treated like an object."
"Please, Dex..."
"Please fucking what? How many times do I have to remind you?"
"Please, I..." She chews her bottom lip. "I want to get fucked..."
"You are getting fucked."
"Not like this!" she cries out, suddenly turning around on the bed until her pussy's right in front of me. I groan, not wanting to be distracted by the temptation of her dripping cunt, but unsure how anyone's supposed to resist the tight little hole she's taunting me with now. "Fuck me in my pussy, Dex... I want you in my pussy, I want you to come inside me..."
I run a hand through my hair. She's playing the game alright, and she keeps trying to take reins away. But I'll be damned if I let her.
"I give you that," I tell her, gathering her hair into my fist. "You can kiss that orgasm goodbye. Got it?"
"But I... but..."
"What?"
"I don't know if I can... hold it," she whispers. "Not with you inside me."
"No?" I tease her entrance with my tip, making her mewl out loud. "You'll just have to try extra had for me, won't you, toy?"
She whimpers again but I ignore it, sliding my cock into her with surprising ease. She lets out a guttural moan as my tip kisses a wall inside her. I don't thrust - I'm not trying to hurt her, just remind her who calls the shots here.
"Remember," I remind her cruelly. "There will be no orgasms for you."
"W-What about you?" Her eyes meet mine over her shoulder, sending shivers down my spine. "Are you going to come?"
"Yes," I reply instantly, mentally reprimanding myself for letting that slip. But goddamn, I don't know anyone who would've been able to resist her. There's something so fucking irresistible about Pandora Oakes, I firmly believe she could have any man she wanted. The problem is, she's too fucking independent for her own good. She says she doesn't want anyone, but her pussy always manages to convince me that's a lie. "Feel me stretching you, Pandora? Try squeezing for me. Like you're milking me with that sweet little cunt. Go on, do it."
She moans, but follows my instructions, just like she always does. Her pussy muscles contract around my hard shaft and it takes everything in me not to bust in her right then and there.
"Holy fuck, toy," I breathe out with some trouble. "Fucking ride it now. I want you to do all the work like a good toy should, let me watch you fucking ride."
She whimpers, shyly bouncing her ass on me.
"That's it," I rasp. "Fucking harder, toy. Get that cock. Get what you need. Ride me. Milk me. Take it."
With every word that falls from my lips, she pushes down harder. My cock is fucking dripping with precome and Pandora's moaning at an unstoppable speed now, so very eager to be filled it makes me want to deny her for longer. I wish I could bottle up that sweet desperation, but now that she's officially my property, there's no need. I can have it whenever I want... and I don't see myself getting sick of it.
Ever.
"Such a good slut," I mutter in her ear. I keep her hair in my hand, twisted around my palm, and tug her head back so she's forced to look at me while arching her back. "Like that, fuck, yes, toy. Keep riding. Keep looking at me. Be a good toy for Sir."
She arches her back and keeps her eyes trained on mine as her pussy pumps around my cock and she eagerly awaits her prize.
"I know you can't resist me, Dex," she mutters.
"Sir," I hiss.
"Does it matter? All that matters is I'm the only one you're fucking these days..." She smirks, so deliciously evil. "You can't help yourself, Sir. You're fucking addicted..."
I growl and grab her by the throat with my other hand, beginning to drive into her deep and fast. She starts moaning, then whispering my name, then moaning for me to let her come. Her eyes are starting to roll back and she looks utterly helpless as I continue my assault on her willing body.
> "Don't you dare come," I hiss in her ear. "Because I'll punish you so hard if you do..."
"Please!" The words is a broken whisper on her lips, making me drive into her even harder. "Let me, Dex, let me..."
"No. Fucking. Way." I punctuate each word with a thrust and Pandora screams, the sound the only push I need. I come inside her, flooding her warm pussy with my sticky juice and pulling out in time to spurt some onto her ass as well. I keep coming, spreading my fingers in the warm wetness and forcing them inside her ass. "You were such a good girl, toy... That tight little asshole deserves some too, don't you think?"
She cries in frustration. The sound is so fucking hot I could go again then and there, but I force myself to put my dick back in my pants, but not before ordering her to stay in her position. I grab my phone and snap some photos of her, making her turn to me with an enraged expression.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
"Making memories," I mutter, getting one with her come-covered ass and outraged, flushed face in the same shot. "You look pretty, don't worry."
"Fuck you." She gets up, grabbing her dress off the floor and covering herself up. "Get me a towel."
I laugh, motioning to her dress. "Wipe it with that, then put it back on. I want you smelling like me."
She looks horrified, but when she realizes I'm not about to help her out of her predicament, she finally does as she's told.
"Good toy." I kiss her on the lips then, gentle and sweet, like she deserves after that torture. "Looks like you earned your spot next to me tonight... As for tomorrow, I'll just have to think of a new way to torture you. You know what the best part is about that?"
I take a step forward, making her back up against the wall and caging her body beneath mine. Pandora lifts her eyes to mine expectantly, but I stop just inches away from her lips, taunting her with my answer.
"You can never run again..."
Chapter Fourteen
Pandora
That night, Dexter and I lie in bed together. I'm tempted to move closer. Maybe put my head on his chest. But his body language is closed-off, and he seems deep in thought. I flip through the pages of the book he picked out for me, my heart beating nervously with each page I turn.
"I wanted to show you something." The words slip from my lips before I can stop myself. Fuck. I'd hoped I would've been able to keep the secret for longer, but I need to talk to him, can't stand the silence, need his attention with such eagerness and desperation it thoroughly embarrasses me. Dex turns to face me, and I pull out my most prized possession from the handbag I've left on the nightstand.
Dex's eyes widen at the sight, and he asks, "Is that what I think it is?"
"It's a diary." I open the front page where the owner's name is proudly displayed in my predecessor's pretty handwriting. "Lily Anna's diary."
"I always knew she kept one," Dex mutters. "But I never found it after she... Can I see?"
Something fiercely protective takes over then, and I snap it shut, shaking my head.
"You know I could just take it from you, right?"
"But you won't," I say firmly. "Minnie gave it to me, not you, for a reason. And it has a lot of dirt on everyone, Dex... Like, a lot. There's stuff in here that could ruin some of the people of Eden Falls."
"What does it say about me?"
"Are you really so self-involved that's your first thought?" I can't help but laugh. "Weirdly, you're not in it. I think she ripped your page out."
"No," Dex mutters. "I did."
I watch, fascinated, as he gets up and picks up a book from the bookshelf in his room. He flips it open and reveals a page that perfectly matches the ones in the diary I'm holding. Dex hesitates, as if he isn't sure whether or not to show me the page. It makes me wonder just how damning the words are.
"Show me," I say lamely, and he ponders my words, then, surprisingly, offers me the page.
I take it.
The paper is covered from top to bottom, both sides scribbled on furiously. A drawing of a boy takes up most of the page. I didn't know Lily Anna was an artist, but it shows talent, and my fingertips glide over the pen lines, Dexter's name on top, a cigarette dangling from his full lips on the page.
"She was talented," I mutter.
"Very." His answer is matter-of-fact, devoid of emotion. "Aren't you going to read it?"
There isn't much text on the page. There are a bunch of lines of Lilly Anna writing her name down as Mrs. Oakes though, and the sight of them sends a jolt through my spine. I'm jealous, I realize. I'm jealous of the dead girl again.
Then, finally, I see the words. I don't know how I hadn't noticed them before. Right there, in the upper left corner.
Dex's best kept secret is... that he killed his parents.
I pass the page back to Dex, unable to comment on what I just read. He takes it, and our fingers meet for a split second, sending sparks flying.
"How could she say that about you?" I finally whisper. "Did she actually believe it?"
He shrugs. "I saw her writing here one day... Couldn't resist the urge to go through it when she wasn't looking. We got into a huge fight about it."
"That's horrible," I whisper. "You're not responsible for their deaths, Dex."
His mouth sets in a thin line and he refuses to reply. I want to reassure him, tell him that the lie is vicious and horrible, but he shuts me out with his body posture, refusing to let me in an inch closer. I don't know how to help. It gets me thinking about my own situation, about finally being free from Father. On an impulse, I reach for Dex's hand, and his eyes find mine.
"You're free from her now," I say softly. "Just like I'm free from my father. They can't hurt us anymore."
Dex smiles, but it's rigid, and I wonder whether there's anything else he's hiding from me. I don't dare ask, too afraid of his answer.
We settle on the bed together again, and I find my way into the crook of Dexter's arm. He holds me close. Neither of us speaks. The silence is companionable, though, and I find myself relaxing into his embrace, slowly drifting deeper and deeper into slumber with the thought of revenge playing on my mind, over and over again.
***
The next morning, Dex and I get ready for school together. We put on our uniforms, and my heart rate accelerates as Dex drives us to school himself. He parks one of his cars, an Audi A8, in the school parking lot, and we head up the steps to the ivy-covered school building together. He doesn't hold my hand, and I don't ask him too, though I want it badly - just as a sign of reassurance.
I know we'll get teased to hell and back, and I'm right. The moment we step on the school courtyard, the stares begin to follow us all the way into the classroom. The sound of snickering is ever-present, and Dex must sense my unease, because he does take my hand then, holding it firmly in his. I glance at his face, but his expression is troubled, unreadable.
We find desks next to one another just as Caspian strolls into the room, a shit-eating grin on his face when he spots us.
"Well well well," he drawls. "If it isn't Eden Falls' happiest couple."
"Fuck off, Caspian," Dex growls, getting up and standing in front of my desk protectively.
"Or else what?" His former friend scoffs. "You're going to fight me? Doesn't seem like you can do much else, does it? Not when you're broke as a fucking church mouse. All that money, Dex, all gone straight down the drain. And for what? Her?"
I feel his eyes on me, making me blush deeply as he stares me down. I refuse to give him the satisfaction of a reaction.
"Keep moving," Dex grunts. "Nothing to see here."
Caspian smirks. "Damn right there isn't. Just a little slut and the guy she's got twirled around her little finger. How long before she gets sick of you, Dex?"
Dexter glares him down, but Cas doesn't take the hint. I'm worried, the tension in the room palpable as the two guys face off. Everybody's looking.
"Don't talk about her like that," Dex finally orders him.
"It's not like you can sto
p me," Caspian laughs. "What, you really think she'll stick with you now that you're fucking broke? Just watch. She'll go back to one of us in no time. She just used you to get out of her father's prison."
"Why don't you say that to my face?" I speak up, surprising everyone by standing up for myself. "You think so badly of me and yet you can't look me in the eye to insult me. I wonder who the weak one is here?"
"Pandora." Dex's tone carries a warning I choose to ignore. Cas and I glare at one another, and I dare him to say something else. Just then, the school bell rings, and the professor strolls into the room, telling us to take our seats.
"This isn't over," Cas mutters and I smile sweetly in response.
"Damn right it's not," I say in return.
The lesson is tense, the promise of more trouble hanging heavy in the air. But I'm not afraid of the boys anymore. Let them fucking come atme. I can take it, and I can fight them off and make them regret ever crossing me in the first place.
I barely pay attention to the professor. My thoughts are spinning with ideas on how to get back at the inhabitants of this awful, prestigious little town. I'm going to make them all pay. Even Dexter.
After the class is over, we make our way to the gym together. We don't share any other lessons together, and I can tell Dex is hesitant to leave me by myself. I take his hand in the hallway, and his troubled expression meets my determined one.
"I'll be fine," I say. "They can't get to me anymore."
"I won't let them." His voice is fiercely protective, and it makes me shake my head.
"I don't want you to do it. I can take care of myself."
"But..."
"No." I press a finger against his lips. "Don't worry."
I stroll away, throwing him one last smile over my shoulder as I add, "They can't hurt me anymore."
I come to realize just how untrue that is during PE class. Audra is still just as determined to make my life a living hell, and she spends the better part of the lesson making me her bitch. Even the professor is afraid of her, so he doesn't stop her - nobody does. They throw basketballs at me, they push me so I stumble, they treat me like a punching bag for the next hour, and I take it all, because I know when revenge comes, it'll be so very sweet.
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