by Beck, J. L.
“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 more. 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.
Shaking my head, I purse my lips and place my hands on my hips. “No, I’m not wearing that. I might as well go naked.”
“That’s an option too,” Parker winks at me. “Try it on, I want to see it on you.” I feel compelled to yell at him, throw the dress in his face, and tell him to wear it himself if he likes it so much, but I bite the inside of my cheek instead. I still need that invite to the gala, and that means playing whatever stupid game this is.
“Fine,” I growl. Walking by him, I reach for the dress, but he holds it up in the air out of reach, and because I’m much shorter than him, I either have to jump like a dog and try to snatch it, or I do nothing. I chose to do nothing.
“I’ll help you put it on.”
“I can do it myself,” I argue.
“I’ll help you put it on,” Parker repeats, but his tone is much sharper this time. He’s not going to let this go, so I either do this or walk out without a dress, and that’s also not an option. With dress in hand, he turns and heads toward the fitting rooms. Like a lost puppy, I follow him, ignoring the questioning look Alice gives me when I pass her.
He walks into the dressing rooms like he owns the place, holding the door open for me to follow. As soon as I get inside, he pins me with his gaze. His eyes gleaming with excitement. I hope he isn’t thinking about having sex in here, ’cause that’s not going to happen.
“Take your clothes off,” he orders roughly. When I don’t start to move right away, he adds, “Let’s go, I’m hungry.” I have
to stop myself from rolling my eyes.
Huffing, I start undressing. He’s already seen me naked and been all up in my lady parts, so what the hell. No point in trying to hide now. Stripping in the least sexy way I can think of, I let my clothes fall to the floor in a heap.
I can feel his eyes on me, blazing a path of heat over my bare flesh. When I’m down to my panties, he hands me the piece of fabric that’s trying to be a dress.
I slip into the canary red number. It’s a mini dress and barely covers my ass. Looking in the mirror, I stare at my reflection. The dress is completely backless, and the front has a flowy fabric that dips all the way down to my belly button. The little bit of fabric is held up by a thin gold chain that goes around my neck, only adding to the cheap look of this dress.
Hookers look more flattering than me right now.
My gaze meets Parker’s in the mirror. “Perfect. That’s the one.”
“I’m not wearing this. Everyone will look at me. I’m basically naked.”
“Wear it or don’t go at all,” he gives me an ultimatum. “You said I can do what I want with you. That includes dressing you as I see fit.”
His remark stings even though I know it shouldn’t. Is that all he sees me as? A doll he can do whatever he wants with?
“What about that whole I’m yours, speech. You’re telling me you’re okay if people look at what’s yours?” I know I’m walking on thin ice here, but I’m desperate. I really don’t want to wear this… like ever.
Parker’s nostrils flare, his eyes darken, and his chest puffs up. I know then that I’ve hit a nerve, but apparently not the right one. “They can look all they want, but I’m the only one who gets to touch.”
I’m losing hope with each second, so I decide to try a different tactic. “Please, Parker…” I plead, batting my eyelashes, but it seems the tiny break in my resolve does nothing to help. In fact, it only encourages the beast inside him.
