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“No one can see you but me. No one gets to see you like this but me, got it?” I growled at her, my hand working her cunt faster and faster, the wetness making a soft squelching noise as she rose quickly.
She swallowed hard, her eyes hazy and lost, and nodded. She tilted her head back, her hips moving against my hand of their own accord now, chasing her own pleasure. I gripped the back of her neck with my free hand and pulled her forward, bending her in two, my hand buried deep between her legs.
“You keep your eyes open and on me when you come. Those are the rules, Your Majesty,” I ground out.
Her wetness was streaming across my hand, dripping into my palm. Her muscles were tensing, so close now, I could feel it.
“Those are my rules, and you already know what happens when you break them…or at least your ass does.”
She moaned, and I leaned up and kissed her to capture the sound. The sound was mine, and only mine. My tongue slid along hers and thrust into her mouth, her head locked in my captive hold, just as she came. Her cunt tightened, her body shook, and she moaned into my mouth again. I stole her breath and the sound of her pleasure, drinking it all down. It was hot as hell, the way she gave over control. Her trust. The way she shivered in my hands. Her cunt was pulsing like mad under my fingers. Whatever experience she’d had at home with her gold-plated vibrator clearly hadn’t cut it, because this girl was ripe with unleashed pleasure, her body begging for release.
She kissed me back, harshly and without mercy. She bit my lip, and I bit hers back, all while finger-fucking her through her orgasm.
When she’d stopped shaking and gripping onto me like her life depended on it, I took my hand out of her wet panties and let the elastic snap back against her sensitive cunt. She gasped, biting her lip, her eyes locked on mine. She looked undone, her hair rumpled around her shoulders, her mouth red and bitten, her face flushed.
She was truly beautiful, for the very first time. She was real, in that moment.
I ghosted my hand down her thigh, easing back. I didn’t bother glancing around to see who was watching. They couldn’t have seen anything but her back, and I didn’t need to give anyone a black eye tonight for daring to watch us.
Instead, I raised my fingers to my mouth and sucked off the flavor of her pleasure.
This girl was trouble, and fuck me, if I wasn’t already in deep.
Winter
“What the hell?” I muttered, turning around in the mirror to see my underwear. I was changing in the bathroom after my morning shower and had just slipped on my panties. They felt different. Weird. I pulled them back down and stared.
Motherfucker.
Yesterday morning, I’d dropped my keys outside the house, or so I’d thought. One of the other girls had picked them up and left them inside. Now, I knew just how naïve I’d been.
Asher had been in my room and messed with my stuff. My French lace panties had a crude hole cut in the crotch. That asshole. My body was still on high alert from that game he’d played with me, and now, I had fresh air whistling over my pussy because of him.
I wrapped my towel around myself, trepidation growing in my gut as I stormed back to our room. If he’d messed with that pair of panties, what had he done to the rest?
A quick look in my drawer confirmed it — he’d cut the crotch out of all of them. Outraged, I went through my bras next. There were nipple holes in every single cup. I sank onto the bed, speechless for once. I had no idea what to wear or do. I glanced at the rest of my clothes hanging silently in the wardrobe.
No…he wouldn’t.
Flipping through the hangers, I was relieved not to see huge dicks drawn across the front of my shirts, before smaller, more discreet black writing caught my eye.
Can I call you daddy?
Call me princess and I’ll sit on your face.
Insert dick here.
This cunt needs filling.
The small sentences, written in neat, artistic handwriting, scrolled around the clothes — shirts, shorts, skirts, and everything in between. They weren’t in the most obvious places, so it was tough to track them all down.
“Motherfucker!” I all but screamed, sinking to the clothes-littered floor in front of my wardrobe.
That psycho had been in my room, fucked with all my stuff, and defaced it to the point where I couldn’t wear it. On top of my underwear drawer sat a folded piece of paper. A pencil sketch. I opened it slowly, feeling hot with rage and something else I couldn’t name. It was me in Eve’s too-small dress.
Asher’s drawing had only gotten better. He was talented, though I was sure it was a skill that would only ever be a hobby, seeing how committed he was to hockey. Still, it was beautiful.
I was beautiful through his eyes.
