The rope on my neck goes slack, and I cough loudly as air fills my lungs again. “What… What the fuck?” I demand between breaths.
Pandora tugs lightly on the rope. “This is an intervention! We’re here to set you straight, Blaze. Or less straight. Whatever.” She lets out a manic giggle.
“On the bed,” Asch says, directing my attention to it as he flips the light to my room on. “Go on.” His voice is still detached. “Unless you’re afraid.”
Pandora moves toward the bed, still holding both ends of the rope. I glare at her, but I follow anyway.
This is all her fault. She’s doing this somehow.
When I’m through with him, he’s going tohateyou.
I growl and rush to tackle Pandora, but before I make contact, Asch yanks me back.
“No,” he says. “You’ve been in control long enough. Time to let someone else take a turn.” His smile has a mocking edge to it. “Pity you don’t have someone around to protect you, isn’t it?”
Pandora starts giggling. “That’s a good line, boyfriend.”
Boyfriend.
“Asch isn’t your boyfriend,” I snap at Pandora. “You don’t get to touch him. You don’t get to eventalkto him.”
Pandora looks me in the eyes, and very pointedly walks over to Asch. She touches his bicep, then gets on her toes to kiss his jaw.
She watches me the entire time, and when she’s done, she licks her lips. “Oops. I touched him.”
He wraps an arm around her, drawing a clear line in the sand.
I knew he was pissed at me, but I didn’t think it went this deep.
I don’t do anything as Asch shoves me onto the bed.
I don’t struggle as Pandora lifts my arms and uses the rope to tie the cuffs to the bars of my headboard.
All I feel is numb betrayal.
Asch is done with me.
The anger that should be boiling inside me is something else, something unfamiliar. Not fear; I’m notafraid. It’s worse, because it’s making my stomach roil and my heart squeeze tightly.
Pandora stretches out on the bed next to me and rests her head on my chest. “I was thinking: bottles. And if you don’t have bottles, beer cans will do.”
I stare at her, trying to figure out what she’s talking about.
Then it hits me: bottles, like how the Kappa Alpha brothers had used on her. She wants to fuck me with a bottle—and if not that, a beer can.
I grin at Pandora. “You figure that’ll actually hurt me, right? Not like Asch’s dinky little cock.”
“You want to find out how this dinky little cock feels up your ass?” Asch retorts. “Because that can be arranged.”
Pandora bursts out laughing. “Dinky? Don’t sell yourself short, Asch.”
She sits up and undoes my fly, pushing my jeans and underwear down to reveal my cock. Pandora gives it one stroke, and I swallow hard to resist the pleasure.
Then Pandora goes to sit in front of Asch. He gives her a cold look, but Pandora ignores it to unbuckle his belt and undo his fly. She pulls his cock out, and with me watching, she licks her tongue along its length.
I’ve seen it before.
Of course I know it’s notlittle.
