A Hurt So Sweet Volume Four: A Dark High School Bully Romance (Elite of Eden Falls Prep Book 4)

by Isabella Starling

  I now understand he was right. I was utterly consumed by my desperation. Strangely, it seems as if I needed a distraction to let go of my fixation. I can focus a lot better now.

  Feeling the cool silk sheets against my skin, I close my eyes and exhale. It feels as if I've been holding that breath for days. I allow myself to relax against the pillows and the sheets. Dex won't be back for a while. He'll spend his evening at Father's office, digging deeper, like he does every day.

  The thought that he's away, and Minnie a safe distance away from me, prompts me to start running my hands over my body. I flush as I touch myself, my fingertips trailing along bare skin. I'm getting myself even more frustrated, but I can't bring myself to stop. I have to keep touching.

  My fingers tweak both nipples into hard peaks. If I shut my eyes firmly enough, I can almost pretend it's him touching me...

  I let out the smallest of moans, arching my back as I do just that. My hands travel down, touching the shaved skin between my legs. I rub. It brings me close in an instant. I don't touch myself. I don't crave my own fingers... I crave Dexter and the punishing touch he gives me, the kind I could never replace. I begin working through the built-up orgasm in my body, thinking of all the things Dexter has done to me since we first met. How he took me, fucked me, used every one of my holes. How he shared me... How he humiliated me. Degraded me. Things that should disgust me only make me rub harder.

  The release builds and builds inside my body and I mewl out loud as I start bringing myself even closer.

  Dexter would kill me if he found out I made myself come while he was away.

  He'd never let me forget it.

  But the idea of a punishment is so tempting. He wouldn't hurt me, anyway. He likes me too much... Maybe even...

  I snap my head up at the sound of a noise, but it's gone in an instant. Perhaps I just imagined it. There's no one in the room. The curtains billow in the summer breeze. I'm alone.

  My eyes close again, my fingers working to that forbidden high Dex won't let me have.

  I'm so close. So very close I could just burst any second. Only a little more. A few more flicks, maybe if I turn my wrist just so...

  "Toy."

  My eyes fly open and utter dread fills me as I find Dexter at the foot of my bed.

  His expression is calm, but his eyes are thunderous.

  "Breaking rules, are we?"

  "No, I-"

  "You were trying to," he snaps. "Don't lie."

  I'm rendered speechless, left staring at him with a guilty expression.

  "Come with me, toy."

  "No, I..." I bite my lower lip. "I'm sorry. I'll be good, I promise."

  "Of course you'll be good," he smirks. "That wasn't even a question. Now come on. I'll just have to punish you during what I have planned."

  "But I... I already got ready for bed."

  "So?"

  "So..." I touch my hands to my face self-consciously. "I look awful."

  "Nonsense. Come on." He opens the door. Shadows line the hallway and my heart skips a beat at the promise of something dark and tantalizing. "I've got another distraction for you, toy. I think you might like it..."

  18

  Dexter

  I take her hand and lead her down the hallway.

  Anders is off for the night and the ground floor of the house has been transformed. Minnie is staying with Araminta for the night, and Pandora is clueless to what's going to happen.

  For the first time in a year, I feel myself growing genuinely excited. Of course the pain of Reign being gone is still there. But it feels as if I might be able to think of something else, if only for one night.

  "What's happening?" Pandora whispers as I lead her down the hallway. Dim lighting follows our path. "I'm scared, Dex."

  "Don't worry." I knock on a door and a woman with a wide smile opens. I hand Pandora over to her. "They'll take care of you, get you ready."

  "Dex?" Her bottom lip is trembling and I feel sick pleasure at the sight of fear on her pretty face.

  "You'll be okay." I smirk. "Whatever you think will happen won't, at least not in there."

  That won't come until later, I add in my mind, fighting the self-satisfied smile off my face as she nods with relief. The woman leads her into the salon while I take the stairs to the main hall.

  Before the entrance, a man with a gold masquerade mask hands me one to use myself. It's one I've picked especially for this - a beautiful, hand-painted Venetian mask in shades of blue, white and gold. I put it on, ensuring nobody will recognize me in the room before walking into the hall.

  It looks like it used to in the good old times, when Mom and Dad were still here. They'd host lavish parties for the town's richest inhabitants, and I was allowed to attend with the other kids. Memories of Lily Anna usually sting in this place, but tonight, I'm not thinking about her.

  My mind is focused solely on Pandora. The girl I once thought I hated has firmly cemented herself in the front of my mind.

  I'm always thinking of her. Can't help but.

  I pass through the banquet hall like an unseen shadow. It's easy to get lost amidst the droves of people we've invited. People from Prep, their older siblings. Everyone's here. And everyone's going to see Pandora turned into a toy tonight.

  Of course, it's a gentlemen's event. No women allowed. Not for what we want to do to her.

  I can't fucking wait for it.

  Time passes too slowly, but then the lights finally give me the signal I've been waiting for. They dim even further. Whispers take over the guests, gossip passes around from one ear to the next.

  And then the spotlight goes to the entrance, and there she is.

  My beautiful toy, the only guest without a mask, shimmering in a dress of liquid gold that brings out the amber flecks in Pandora's eyes. She glows brighter than ever, and I need no further confirmation - I know then and there I love her, without shame.

  That's why I have to hurt her.

  My hands form fists as she stares at the crowd gathered in her honor. I don't know whether she'll recognize me. Whether I'm foolish hoping she'll be able to do so in such a big crowd. But fuck, I want her to. I want to know her body craves mine, too. I'll work on convincing her mind later. One way or another, though, she'll be mine.

  I watch her descend the stairs. Half a dozen hands extended, offering to accompany inside the room. She glances warily between their masked faces. All of the guests are men, of course, and she seems to realize this just as she comes to the conclusion we're all wearing black tuxes. There's no telling who's who.

  She looks at the three masked figures before her and I see her swallow before taking one of their hands.

  The song rings out in the room, classical, beautiful, fast. The figure swirls Pandora across the dancefloor, and I step aside along with the rest of our guests to give them room.

  As the classical song echoes through the luxurious room, Pandora's eyes dance over us, trying to pick me out in a sea of people she doesn't recognize. She's passed on to another dancer, and then another one. She allows them to carry her around the dancefloor as if she's a mannequin. She lets them do anything, everything, and my frown transforms into a smirk as she starts to realize this is the night she's feared for a week now.

  The night of her taming. The night she admits she's my toy before all of these people.

  Her dancing partners pass her between them, and soon enough, it's my turn. I take her hand, her gaze focused on the audience as I twirl her on the dance floor. I grip her waist, too tightly. Her eyes scan over my mask. An inkling of recognition sparks in her eyes, but before she can figure it out, I've passed her along to the next masked figure.

  The dance carries on and on, trying to make her as dizzy and disoriented as possible. I have a task waiting for her, but because I'm a sick bastard, I'm going to make it extra difficult for her.

  Once the song nears its end, a chair is put out in the middle of the room. Her dancing partner sits her down and the rest of us
close in around her, crowding her, until we're embarrassingly close. I'm to her left, and I can see her tits tremble with each inhale of breath.

  "First challenge, my toy." Pandora glances up in fear as my voice rings out through the room. The speakers boom with a pre-recorded message, and I watch with sick satisfaction as Pandora's cheeks flush a deep scarlet. "Are you ready? You're going to make someone come. You won't know who it was, so you'd better make peace with that now."

  I watch her face fall, the crowd jeering and laughing at her. She flushes. She's going to cry. My cock demands to be the one she picks, painfully straining against my pants. Pick me. Pick me. Pick me.

  Someone in the crowd spins her chair, and she faces masked people, too fast to know who's who.

  My voice on the speaker tells her she must yell stop, at which point the person in front of her will use her as they please until she makes them come.

  "Stop!" Pandora suddenly screams, holding her hands to her face. I want to groan in anger. She didn't even try to find me. She's frustrated, nearing hysteria. She trembles as she comes face to face with a man the crowd has pushed forward, tall and intimidating, wearing a plague doctor's mask.

  He unbuttons his trousers. A single move of his hand orders Pandora to get on the ground.

  She's trembling as she gets up from the chair. The man laughs as she kneels before him. Jealousy mixes with adrenaline in my veins and I'm the biggest high of my life. Knowing she wants me, that she'll endure this for me, because of me, makes me hard. I love torturing my toy. I'm going to fucking love watching her get passed around.

  Pandora looks up with trusting eyes and the man, whom even I don't recognize, pulls out his cock. It's thick and pierced at the top. Pandora gasps when she sees it.

  "I don't think I can-" she starts, but the man cuts her off by showing his thick cock into her mouth, just like everyone was instructed to do. Pandora spits and sputters but keeps him in her hole. Her eyes stare at his mask. I wonder what I'm doing to her will give her wet dreams or nightmares.

  I watch with fisted hands as the man fucks her mouth. She relaxes soon enough - I taught her well. I watch until the man spurts, pulling out just in time to spray the front of her dress with his seed.

  She cries out, once, twice. I soon realize it's my name she's saying. She needs me.

  This time I step forward. She faces me as I pull off my mask. I click my fingers and the rest of my men step out from the audience. Pandora whimpers, crawling close to me, and I pet her hair as she kneels next to me, looking down into her tear-streaked face.

  "I'm sorry, Master," she whispers. "I didn't want to..."

  "You did exactly what I wanted you to do," I tell her calmly. "I'm proud of you, toy."

  A nervous, uncertain smile pulls her lips upward. She's so pretty like this. Used, almost breaking, desperate.

  "There's one more task ahead of you," I say. "See these men?"

  She looks at the three other figures, nodding.

  "You know who they are?"

  She glances at me before nodding again. I nod for the men to take their masks off. The rest of the audience watches from behind their disguise, but Pandora can see Easton, Julian and Caspian clearly now.

  "Your last challenge is here," I say, tugging on her hair and making her look back at me.

  "What is it, Master?"

  I don't answer. With another click of my fingers, masked figures bring forth a bed. They set it down in the middle of the room. I lift Pandora from the floor and gently lay her down on the sheets. Her trusting eyes don't falter. I know she wants this. I know she'll take it, whatever it is, because she wants to prove something - that she's mine.

  "We're going to fuck you now," I tell her. "The four of us. You get to pick who goes where."

  She pushes herself up on her elbows. I expect fear, but her eyes sparkle with mischief instead. Little fucking slut. She's loving this almost as much as I am.

  "Caspian and Julian in my hands," she speaks up after a moment's thought. "Easton in my mouth. And you, Master. I want you in my pussy."

  I smirk. The audience is watching. They want a show, and I'm more than willing to give it to them.

  I pull out a knife from my boot and approach Pandora. She stares at me defiantly, not frightened at all.

  She keeps her eyes fixated on mine as I slice through her designer dress. I strip her, roughly pulling on her lace panties until they tear. All she has on now is a corset that ends right beneath her breasts. Her tits are free, her nipples deliciously hard, and her waist is tiny.

  "Are you going to fight me this time, toy?" I whisper in her ear, loud enough for just the two of us. "You know I fucking love it when you do."

  We smile at each other as I pull back, and order the guys to take their positions. Just like she wanted - Easton, Caspian and Julian above me, and me watching them all. She knows me so well. My cock swells with pride.

  "Cocks out," I grunt and the guys do as I tell them. My gaze is focused on Pandora until she turns her head to the side. Her mouth is full now, and she's eating up like a good girl while her palms jerk off my best friends.

  I'm stroking my cock too, unable to resist how fucking sexy she looks being used like this. I push my cockhead against her wet pussy lips, making her kick those long legs.

  I grab them by the ankles, placing them on my shoulders as I push inside her. I make sure to go painfully slow, knowing she needs me faster, rougher. But I'm going to make her finish off all the others before me. Because I'm the one who gets to take her home tonight. Her first, and her motherfucking last.

  "Spread your legs, toy," I order her, and her trembling thighs part to allow me deeper into her silky folds. She mewls out in pleasure and I allow her to feel my cock throb from nothing but the sensation of being inside her. "God fucking damn it, Pandora, you feel good."

  I begin to fuck her, keeping my eyes wide open to see everything she'll endure for me. The guys are groaning with pleasure. Half the audience have their dicks out, some have already emptied their loads. It's a fucking orgy. An orgy specifically designed for my toy, so she can admit once and for all what she really is.

  That moment is fast approaching, and I smirk knowing tonight, there are no limits.

  And she asked for this, asked to be broken.

  I'll more than enjoy giving it to her.

  19

  Pandora

  My mind is spinning. My holes are full. I'm so very close to an earth-shattering orgasm I can barely breathe. My body aches and arches for the man controlling my pleasure and my pain. Dexter Booth, my bully, the father of my son, the one I was meant to be with.

  There's no fooling me - I know he's doing this for himself. He wants the sick satisfaction of watching me please all these men. He wants to punish me for sleeping with his friends. He wants to put me in my place, and I'm going to let him. Because at the end, Dexter Booth will be forced to admit the thing he's afraid of most.

  That he loves me.

  I close my eyes tightly, sucking on the cock in my mouth, hands vigorously massaging the two hard dicks in them. Dexter fucks me slowly, building up the tension until it's excruciating.

  "Fuck, baby, I'm close." Caspian groans and I realize that's all the warning I'm going to get as he sprays his seed all over me.

  "Fucking... shit!" Julian's next, pushing my hand away and jerking his cock all over my chest.

  I'm somehow still breathing, somewhere on the verge of tears and an orgasm.

  "Dex," I whisper. "Dex, I want yours now, please."

  "Aren't you forgetting something?" Easton pulls my mouth back to his cock, forcing my lips to close around his thickness. "Fucking suck, you little slut. Suck me until I burst."

  I whimper and cry, but he doesn't let up and Dexter makes no move to stop him. I realize he's going to burst soon, his cock pulsating in my mouth and threatening to spill everything down my throat. With Easton, the only warning I get are his hands on either side of my head, holding me in place with his cock deep i
n me as he shoots rope after rope of cum into my mouth. I want to scream, but my mouth is too full.

  Easton finally pulls out, and his cum spills out of my mouth and on the floor. I sputter before turning to face Dex. He's smirking at me, and everyone else steps back, leaving just the two of us in the center of the room. I hear others starting to come, men cursing and grunting as they bring themselves to an orgasm. But I don't care about any of it. I'm solely focused on Dexter, who's driving himself inside me with punishing, deep thrusts.

  "Come with me, toy," he demands. "On the count of three. One..."

  I cry out loud, unsure how I'll get close enough so fast, when his finger suddenly finds my clit while he fucks me. I'm crying out for a different reason now, and Dex laughs out loud as he listens to my desperate pleas.

  "Two."

  I'm screaming at that point, so close to an orgasm my eyes are rolling back.

  "Three." The word is nothing but a growl, and we come together the second it rolls off Dexter's tongue. He grabs my ass and doesn't let go, holding me on top of his cock, watching my pussy take his load as he brings me to a soul-changing orgasm with both his cock and his fingers.

  It takes me a long moment to realize the moaning I'm hearing is mine. Dex's eyes never left mine, but for a moment, I was totally out of it, lost in a world of pleasure where only we existed.

  He made me forget, I realize with a sharp pang to my chest. I forgot about Reign.

  Not knowing whether I should be ashamed or grateful, I let out a sob. The audience begins to draw back, opening the space for us. Dexter embraces me, holding me on his lap, stroking my hair as I fight back tears. Whether they're happy or sad, I may not ever know.

  "It's not over," he whispers in my ear. "Come on, toy."

  He helps me off the bed and I kneel next to him, expectantly looking up into his eyes.

  "You remember when you first came here, Pandora?" Dex speaks slowly, gently. It's so unlike him I knit my brows together in worry. "How wild you were? How much you resisted me, us? Do you remember how much you hated my nickname for you? How fucking upset you got when I called you toy?"