Hurting You

by Beck, J. L.

  “Tell him what you need,” Cam encourages. His hand squeezing my throat, but never enough to freak me out or to make it hard to breathe.

  “I…” My chest rises and falls rapidly, but it barely feels like I’m breathing. “I… make me…” I’m ashamed to even say it or be asking for them to make me come. It feels wrong and dirty, and somehow, I know the only way to end this is to let them bring me to the cliff’s edge and push me off.

  “Say it,” Easton growls, his fingers trailing over my pussy, this time closer to my entrance. Yes, that’s where I need him, want him.

  I grapple for control, wanting a release but not wanting to admit it.

  Cam pinches my nipple again, a current of heat ripples through me, zinging like lightning to my core. “Say it, tell him what you need.”

  The want is consuming me, drowning out the rational side of my mind. All I can think about is finding a way to make the ache go away. And that’s through these two men.

  Defeated, I answer, “Please, make me come.”

  The second the words leave my lips, Easton is pushing a thick finger inside of me. There is a sting of pain, but I’m so wet and ready for him that it’s easily forgotten after the second thrust. Spreading my legs wider, I let him own me, finger fucking me with a darkness that blankets the goodness that I ooze.

  “Fuck, she’s tight. Perfect,” Easton hisses, but I can’t focus on his words. Only the pleasure he’s awakening inside of me. Cam sucks at my throat, his teeth sliding across the skin.

  “Mhm,” I moan, my impending orgasm just on the horizon.

  “Soon, sweetheart, soon.” Easton’s voice holds promise, but I ignore him and focus on nothing more than the unbridled pleasure consuming me. Like lightning rippling across the sky, I start to come, my eyes flutter closed, and my pussy pulses, clenching around his finger.

  My back arches as my body contours on its own. I’m vaguely aware of Cam’s erection pressing into my butt cheek, but in this moment, I don’t care. If they wanted to fuck me all night, I would let them. I would do whatever they want, and not because I’m scared. In this moment, I just want them, want them to make me feel good, to touch me, hold me, fuck me.

  Slowly, I start to come down from the biggest orgasm of my life. I’d made myself come before, but nothing ever felt as all-consuming as this. Like a leaf falling from a tree, I gradually come down to earth.

  My body is still limp when Cam moves me around on his lap like I’m a doll and stands up. My eyes fly open, and my arms move to stop him, or at least hold onto him, but I’m already lifted up in the air. He cradles my naked body to his chest as the fog of hormones slowly clears out of my brain, and I’m left with the stark reality of my situation.

  With my brain returning to its normal, less endorphin swamped state, my thoughts about letting them do what they want are suddenly gone. Fear replaces them yet again. What are they going to do next?

  “Where is your bedroom?” Cam growls, looking around like he is searching for another door… one he won’t find.

  “You’re standing in it,” I whisper.

  “You sleep on the couch?”

  “It pulls out,” I defend my sleeping arrangements.

  “You have fun with that,” Cam tells me, right before he drops me back down on the couch. My body bounces once, the old rusty springs underneath squeaking. “Let’s go, Easton.”

  “I think I’ve changed my mind. I want to fuck her,” Easton announces, looking at my body like he is about to devour me.

  “Not today,” Cam shakes his head. “Come on, I’ll take you to the dorm. You can get some pussy there.”

  “I’ve already fucked all the girl at the dorms. I want a shiny new toy… and this one looks fun to play with,” Easton says like I’m not here at all. Talking about me like I’m a thing.

  The entire time they are having a conversation, I’m just lying there on the couch completely nude. I think about covering up, but it’s not like they haven’t seen me naked yet.

  “Not today,” Cam repeats, a little more insistent this time. “She’s been a good girl for us, so we’ll leave her alone for now.”

  “Fine, let’s go then,” Easton huffs, before adjusting his pants.

  “Goodnight, sweets. We’ll see you tomorrow,” Cam winks at me. “Lock the door after us, this seems like a bad neighborhood. Wouldn’t want someone to break in and take advantage of you.”

  I don’t say anything back, just watch as both turn away from me and walk out the front door like nothing happened.

  6

  Cameron

  Like a total creep, I sit in the corner of the cafeteria by myself, nursing a soda. I normally go home in between classes or find some girl to fuck in the dorms, but today all my thoughts are with Stella. The way her naked little body squirmed around on my lap, her ass grinding into my crotch. Her moans as she came all over Easton’s fingers. Fuck, that was so hot. I’ve been with a lot of girls and done a lot of shit, but that simple little act was one I’ll never be able to forget.

  I know she is somewhere back there in the kitchen; unfortunately, that's where she usually stays. So far, I’ve only caught sight of her once. She was getting something from behind the counter, and she didn’t see me sitting here while she did.

  Frustrated, I’m about to call it a day when she appears in the doorway. In her hand, a rag and a small bucket filled with water. She walks over to the table, furthest away from me, and starts cleaning off the table. Her back is turned to me, and she bends slightly, giving me a great view of her ass. The same ass I had naked on my lap last night. My dick stirs in my jeans, and all I can think of is fucking her, worshipping her little body. It would be the perfect way to keep her mouth shut.

  I wanted to fuck her last night, and maybe we should have, but I felt weird having her grandma in the next room. When we fuck her, I want to make her scream without worrying her grams is going to burst through the door.

  Watching her move to the next table, I’m ready to adjust my pants to accommodate my growing cock. She moves gracefully like a dancer or some shit. The image of her dancing naked in front of me pops into my head, only pumping more blood to my dick. Shit, I gotta stop unless I want to walk out of here with a raging hard-on and blue balls for days.

  When she moves on to the next table, she finally looks up and spots me in the corner. Immediately, her face turns ashen. Her eyes scanning the room like she is looking for someone to help her. Oh, sweetheart, no one can help you.

  There are some other students here, but none of them are paying her any attention, and even if they were, nobody would stand up to Easton or me. Just like Parker and Warren, we’re pretty much untouchable at this school. We could, and do get away with everything, which now includes murder. There is no way to hide from us here, no place we can’t get to her.

  She must come to the same conclusion because a moment later, she resumes wiping down the tables. Her movements are a little less fluent now, her fear noticeable, making her jumpy and tense. Moving from table to table, she continues wiping the tables down. Glancing over to make sure I’m still sitting here and haven’t moved.

  When she is only two tables away, she stops, staring at the table between us. I can see her pretty head thinking about it. She doesn’t want to come any closer, thinking she could just leave. Lifting my finger, I curl it toward me, beckoning her closer. Even from a distance, I can see her swallow hard, her delicate throat working. She stares at my finger like it’s going to give her all the answers. Then she closes her eyes, her lips press into a thin line, and she shakes her head at me. Big mistake, Stella… big mistake.

  When she opens her eyes again, she takes the bucket and rag, spins around and runs off. Well, she tries to at least. Both of us were trapped in our little bubble, neither of us seeing the three girls approaching my table. Stella bumps into the frontrunner of the girl squad, dumping out the entire bucket of dirty water on the floor, which splashes everywhere and spreads outward like an ice cube against hot a
sphalt.

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” The girl that got splashed with most of the water yells. I quickly realize that I know her. Carla, Cerry, Cami, or some shit like that. Like I said before, names don’t matter when you’re balls deep inside of them, and I don’t make it a common thing to remember their names.

  “Oh, my god, I’m so sorry,” Stella gasp.

  “What a fucking clutz,” one of the other girls says. “You better pay for her dress, it’s ruined now.”

  I almost roll my eyes, it’s fucking water, the same shit you use to wash your clothes, but these bimbos wouldn’t know that.

  “Like she could ever afford to buy something like that,” Cami says, scrolling Stella.

  “I’m sorry, I’ll pay for the dry cleaning,” Stella offers.

  “Don’t fucking bother, clean up the floor before someone slips and breaks their neck because of your stupidity.”

  “Yes, I’m sorry,” Stella apologizes again before turning away.

  Cami looks over to me. “Oh, my god, Cameron. Did you see that?”

  “I did,” I nod and watch as Cami and her two friends take a seat at my table.

  “I’ll have my daddy call here and tell the manager what happened. I’m sure he can get her fired.”

  “Don’t you think you’re overreacting a little. It’s not like she did it on purpose.” I can’t believe I’m defending her, but of course, I don’t want her to get fired either. How are we going to keep an eye on her if she isn’t here?

  Cami looks shocked that I would even say something like that, but I really don’t give a shit what she thinks.

  “Anyway, I was looking for you. I know it’s been a while since we hung out, but I got invited to this thing. It’s like a fundraiser gala…” Cami keeps rambling on, but I drown out her words. Instead, I concentrate on Stella, who has returned with a mop and a bigger bucket now. She reminds me of a princess that doesn’t know she is one.

  She starts to mop up the floor, and even watching her do that simple task has me enthralled. I imagine what I’m going to do to her next time I get her alone. After all, she needs to be taught a lesson since she didn’t listen to my command earlier. All of this is about having her keep her mouth shut and follow our orders.

  “So, what do you think?” Cami asks, tapping my arm with her well-manicured finger.

  Blinking from my thoughts, I ask, “Think about what?”

  Cami’s eyes just about blow out of her head. “Are you coming to the gala with me? As my plus one?”

  “Listen, Cami—”

  “It’s Carly,” she interrupts me, a hardness to her voice. Close enough.

  “I don’t do dates, or dances, or any of the likes. I mean, I didn’t even remember your name. What makes you think I would go out with you?” Carly’s cheeks turn bright red, either with embarrassment or anger, or maybe both. Either way, I don’t care. I can be a smooth-talker when I need to be, but since I can barely remember her, I know she wasn’t a good lay, so no reason to keep her around.

  “You’re an asshole,” she says like that’s going to hurt my feelings. “Let’s go, girls.”

  “You got that right,” I murmur.

  Carly and her crew get up and walk away, but not before one of her goons kicks over Stella’s water bucket. The three hyenas giggle and leave. I lean back and watch the whole scene unfold, wishing Stella would grow a spine and hit that chick upside the head with the mop.

  Stella tries her best to ignore me while she starts the cleaning progress all over again.

  “Stella!” Some guy calls for her, and I’m pretty sure it’s the same guy from the other night. She flinches at the sound of her name but still takes her cleaning supplies and heads toward the guy. I watch her scurry behind the register where a heavy-set guy with slicked-back gray hair is waiting for her.

  I can’t make out what he is saying to her, but he is yelling at her for something. Her head is lowered, and she just stands there, taking it. Doesn’t she know how to stand up for herself? And doesn’t he know only Easton and I get to mess with her?

  My phone vibrates in my pocket, interrupting my thoughts. I fish it out of my pocket and find a message from Parker lit up on the screen.

  PARKER: NOT COMING TO CLASS TODAY?

  Shit. I’m late for class.

  7

  Stella

  Opening and closing the cupboards, I realize it’s time to go grocery shopping, which is a shame since I don’t have much money left over from paying bills this past week. I make a quick list of the absolute essentials and head out the door.

  As I’m walking out to my car, there is a woman standing on the sidewalk, stapling something to a nearby light post. She’s dressed far nicer than most in this neighborhood, so I know right away that whatever reason she’s here isn’t good. People like her wouldn’t come here unless they have to.

  The nameless woman locks eyes with me and walks over to the car carrying a stack of papers in her hand. Her heels clack against the concrete loudly. My eyes dart down to the stack of papers, and the air in my lungs evaporates.

  Oh, god.

  “Hi, have you seen this man?” The woman asks a crack in her voice as she shoves a flyer into my face. I can barely breathe, and my response to her question lodges in my throat. “Please, have you seen him?”

  All I can do is shake my head and unlock my car and climb inside of it.

  Before I can shut the door, she continues, “If you see him, please call the police. He is missing. He is a good kid, but he gets into trouble sometimes. Are you sure you haven’t seen him?” The hope in this woman’s eyes makes me think she must be his mom or sister.

  “No, I’m sorry,” I say, finally managing to close the door. I start the car and slam it into drive, pulling away from the curb, watching while the woman stares at my taillights in horror as I drive away without helping her.

  It doesn’t matter though. Even if I did want to tell her, I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. Grams’ life, hell, my own depends on my silence, and I can’t risk that, so forcing myself to calm down, I push the lady’s face from my mind and head to the store. I can’t change what’s already happened, only where I’m going now.

  * * *

  “Can you please try one more time? I don’t know why it would be declined. I’m sure I still have thirty bucks on this card.”

  “Ma’am, I already tried four times. It keeps saying the same thing… insufficient funds.” She whispers the last thing as if the three people behind me in line didn’t already get what’s going on.

  Looking down at the bags full of groceries I can’t buy, it takes a lot not to cry. I really need this stuff, but I’m not about to beg. Nodding to the lady behind the register, I put my useless debit card back in my otherwise empty wallet.

  I feel someone’s presence behind me before I see his arm come around me. He slides his shiny black credit card in the machine in front of me, and the word approved comes up on the screen a moment later. I don’t have to turn around to know who it is. He stands so close I can feel his body warmth on my backside, the smell of his cool aftershave surrounds me in seconds. A scent I won’t ever be able to forget.

  “Awe, thank you,” the lady behind the register beams. “That was so nice of you.”

  “No problem,” Cameron’s smooth voice meets my ear. He’s chocolate dipped in poison. Tempting to the eye, but if you take a bite, it might just kill you.

  I’m sure everybody who is seeing this thinks I’m being incredibly rude by not thanking him or even turning around to look at him, but they don’t know who he is or what he is capable of.

  “What an ungrateful bitch,” the guy who has been waiting in line behind me mumbles under his breath.

  “Oh, don’t worry, she is going to be very grateful,” Cam responds his voice gravelly, as he places his hand on the back of my neck. His touch is nothing but a reminder of the power he holds over me, of the secret that connects us. A shiver runs through my body as I suck in a shaky breath.
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  I catch the concerned look the cashier gives me right before she asks, “Are you okay, miss?”

  “She’s fine,” Cameron answers for me, giving the back of my neck a light squeeze. It’s a warning. “Isn’t that right, Stella?”

  “Yes, I’m fine,” I murmur as I grab my bags and turn around to face him. His hand falls away then, but he doesn’t move his body. Because he is standing so close and the register is right behind me, I have nowhere to go. As always, there is no escaping him.

  Since he is much taller than me, I have to tip my head back to look into his eyes. The moment our gazes collide, I wish I hadn’t looked at him at all.

  The look he gives me sends an icy shiver down my spine. The corners of his mouth twitch as if he’s enjoying seeing me scared which only makes me more scared. Who enjoys instilling fear in others? A crazy person, that’s who.

  Finally stepping to the side, he nods his head toward the door, signaling for me to go ahead. I move past him and out the door, refusing to look back at him, though I know he is there, following me like a shadow that refuses to disappear.

  Once outside, I feel tempted to turn around and run back into the store. Apparently, I’m not safe anywhere. I make it all of five feet before Cameron has his hand wrapped around my wrist. He walks me to my car but only to put the two grocery bags inside. Of course, he has other plans. I shouldn’t be surprised. He closes the door and tugs me to what I assume is his car, which happens to be a sleek sports car that looks like it cost more than a year’s tuition at Blackthorn.

  “Get in,” he orders, opening the backseat door for me. I hesitate for about two seconds, but then force myself to move and listen to him, grinding my teeth together the entire time.

  I slide into the back of his sleek looking car. The leather feels soft and cool under my fingers, reminding me all over again how, as a rich asshole, he can do whatever he wants. Instead of closing the door behind me like I expect him to, he climbs into the car after me.