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THIRTEEN
Cash
Seething anger bubbles within my veins, a fury so potent I’m almost blinded by it. Professor Vaughn’s smug grin enrages me and I lunge for him. Shocked at my rebellion, he doesn’t see my fist until it connects with his jaw. He stumbles back as I’m caught by two guards. “You’ll pay for this, Vaughn. Nobody tells me what I can or can’t have. Not even you.”
The professor rubs his chin and checks his fingers for blood, which I’m sad to see there isn’t. “Seems my lessons didn’t sting hard enough. I can fix that, you know.”
“Of course you can,” I fume, spit flying from my lips. “You and four fucking guards, right? Can’t handle me on your own, can you, old man?”
“Just shut your fucking mouth already,” Ben urges as handcuffs are cinched around my wrists once more.
Vaughn saunters back up to me, ignoring Ben and a half-naked Remington who’s clutching a scrap of clothing to her chest. “I could handle you with one hand and no eyes, little boy. Now, put your small cock away before you embarrass yourself.” I attempt to headbutt him but he is ready this time and skirts back before I can strike. Vaughn laughs in my face, grips my chin in his hand, and rests his fingers under my nose. “Smell that, little boy? That’s the sweet scent of victory.”
“Fuck you,” I growl as he pulls his hand away. “This isn’t over—not by a long shot.”
As Professor Vaughn reaches for the office door, he turns back and grins. “It never even began.” Then he gently shuts the door, aggravating me more.
“Move,” a tall, male guard orders, pressing his taser into my back, and I do, even though it goes against everything I stand for. Ben is pulled in front of me. From this view, I can see how badly we were struck with the cane. Ugly red welts line his lower back and legs.
I hear Remington padding behind me and fight the urge to look at her condition. Not because I fucking care if she’s hurt but because my cock wants to learn if she’s still wearing only her short skirt and nothing else.
Fuck.
The vision of her stretched in handcuffs from the ceiling to the floor will forever be burned into my retinas, an image I will jack off to over and over and over again until the day it’s her hand fisting my cock. The soft moans pulled from her lips, the sound of her wetness still rings loud in my ears as the professor fucked her juicy cunt with his fingers.
And the smell of her...
Delectable. A delicacy only found in the most remote parts of the world.
I have to taste her, to know firsthand what it feels like to have her unravel under my own hand when I say and with the things I’ll do to her.
Not Professor Vaughn.
Never again.
He might think Remington is his, but I’ll prove him wrong one way or another. I’ll force her if I have to, just like he did—the little bitch fucking liked it.
With two guards sandwiching me between them, we’re led down a hall lined with closed doors and up a flight of stairs. At the end of the next hall is a white door displaying a sign for the medical wing.
The guard leading Ben presses her finger to the scanner and the door swings open. We head inside and are greeted by a tan man with a manicured mustache and beard dressed in scrubs. He gestures to a wall lined with hospital beds. “Hola. Lie face down on a bed. I will only ask this once.Vamanos.”
Ben chooses a bed first, and I lie on a cot two down from his, struggling to find the right position with my arms still bound behind me. To my surprise, I get an eyeful of Remington’s perfect breasts swaying seductively as she takes the bed between Ben and me. The guards move quickly, tying our ankles down and adjusting Remi’s arms so they are bound in the same fashion. Even from my angle, the whip marks down her back are obvious and bleeding.
Sexy...
Seeing her prone form isn’t doing anything good for my erection, suffocating between my body and the mattress. The smooth lines of her back and the rounded curve of her ass are enticing. The way her skirt is slightly pulled up reveals the bottom of her ass cheeks—that seductive crease that leads to more desired things—wet and warm things.
When I drag my eyes away from her legs, back up her waist, I find her staring at me. Her bright blue eyes glisten with an anger similar to my own, but there’s something else there, an unabashed forwardness that has me wanting her even more.
“Look somewhere else, prick. I’ve had enough of your wandering eyes ogling my body. It makes my skin crawl.”
I chuckle darkly. “Oh, you’ll have much more than my eyes on you, doll. That’s a promise I very much intend to keep.”
She mirrors my sly grin with one of her own. “Why would I ever play with a little boy when I can have a real man?”
There’s a cockiness to her voice that has my balls tightening. “I never said I cared what you want—I will take you when I’m ready—I don’t give a fuck if you want it or not.”
Her smile falters, but only for a moment. “You’ll die before I let you touch me.”
