“Nine. Ten.”
Luke’s hand and someone else’s massage my sore ass cheeks, and they keep moving closer and closer to my entrance. I’m starting to question whether I can hold back any longer. The sparks gather beneath my skin, mocking my efforts.
“Eleven. Twelve.”
The spanks aren’t the hard part. The touching afterwards is. I want to part my legs and rejoice in the feeling swelling within me, but not with these guys. Never these guys.
Fuck, I can feel the wetness practically trickle out of me.
“Thirteen. Fourteen.”
I can’t fight it anymore. A moan escapes me as they touch my ass. It’s sensitive, and the skin feels like it’s on fire. I can’t control my arousal. What these guys do to me. I wish I could tell them to all go back to hell, but I can’t do any more punishment.
I have to go back to being the willing victim for now. But I don’t have to show I like it.
“One more, princess.”
I brace myself, but his hand doesn’t come down on my ass cheek. He smacks me straight on my pussy. I cry out. A burst of pleasure sweeps through me. Not what I think an orgasm would feel like, but something not so nice and nice at the same time.
“What the fuck?” I screech out.
“Count or you’ll get another.”
“Fifteen.”
I wait to see if he’s going to rub away the hurt. Almost afraid he will. Instead, they all press a hand to the warmth of my ass while I hang like a broken doll over Luke’s lap.
They step back and my panties are drawn up. My skirt is righted and Caden lifts me to stand.
My ass and my pussy are now sore. Wonderful way to start Monday morning.
Luke stands and hovers over me until I look up. He takes his palm and licks his fingertips. “I knew you’d taste good, princess. Go wash your mouth and pick something that won’t smear or go without.”
“And if I don’t?” I don’t say it defiantly, even though every bone in my body wants me to. I’m not sure I’m controlling the daggers in my eyes though.
“Then you’ll go without panties for the day. As always,yourchoice, princess.” The words are mockery and I feel them in my core.
I want to rail and cry and kick them all in the balls. Instead, I shrug off Caden’s hold and go into the bathroom and closethe door. I let out a ragged breath and take a quick moment to breathe.
After cleaning myself up and straightening my clothes, I choose a dark red lip stain. It’s not as dark, but it won’t smear all over Luke either. Not that I want to kiss any of them right now. The dark red still suits my mood.
I wish I knew how much I could get away with. Maybe they like the fight and me giving in to them. If I stop responding to their little games, will they grow bored with me? It’s something to try at least. Better than willingly playing along and hoping at some point they’ll decide to stop.
Be meek, hiding Harper. I meet my eyes in the mirror and they burn. I don’t think I can hide anymore. For years, I did it without a second thought, but I was never as pissed off as I am now.
I shrug it off and leave the safety of my bathroom. The guys are downstairs. I can hear them talking in hushed tones. Fuck them.
I wish there was a way I could do to them what they do to me. Humiliate them. Make them squirm. Without giving any more of myself to them.
With my backpack on my shoulder, I march downstairs past the guys and outside to stand next to Luke’s car. I wait there patiently while they file out of my house and head to their cars.
I swear if any of them try to kiss me, I’ll bite their fucking lip and I’m sure it shows on my face.
Luke unlocks his doors. I slide into the seat and pull on the seatbelt.
He gets in and his super peppy EDM plays. I keep my gaze out the window, not wanting to engage.
By the time he pulls into the school lot, I’ve calmed down a little. I’m still going with the plan to stop reacting to them. It willbe hard to not respond to their kisses, but at least I’m more used to kissing now.
