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Athena
If you come, you’re going to regret it.
It shouldn’t be a problem. What the fuck is wrong with me, I wonder again, that I’m shivery with need after being brutally spanked in front of a crowd, and that I’m worried now that I’ll have an orgasm in front of them when the belt comes down on my pussy? But I remember clearly what happened in the study, and I’m terrified that I won’t be able to stop myself.
I can hear a few of the girls whispering anxiously. I imagine they’re thinking about what it would be like to be in my position, waiting for that slap of the leather against my most sensitive flesh. That thought sends another shudder through my already aching body.
When I turn my head sideways to look at Dean, I catch a glimpse of Winter on the edge of the crowd. Her face is slightly pale, her expression twisted as if she doesn’t know whether to be triumphant or horrified, and I know her enjoyment of my punishment is tempered by her remembering what I said to her in the kitchen. She’s definitely picturing herself spread-eagled over this table right now, held down by Cayde and Jaxon while Dean gets ready to whip her pussy. I’d bet all the money I don’t have access to anymore that she doesn’t know whether to be terrified or aroused.
The first strike comes down, and I scream.
A gasp goes through the crowd. My thigh muscles are shaking, tears streaming down my face, Cayde’s hands gripping my wrists so hard it hurts. I writhe on the table, a mess of arousal and pain. When Dean brings the strap down again, I can feel that arousal on my thighs, my pussy so wet I know it’s on the table underneath me. My clit is throbbing as Dean laughs above me, deep and satisfied.
“Spread your legs wide, little pet,” he says. “I want to make sure I get that clit on the last stroke.”
I obey. My legs feel like jelly, and I can’t think clearly enough to try to fight him. Besides, that dark part of me wants it, wants to feel the pain and the pleasure of the leather slapping my wet, swollen flesh, feel the sting of it hitting my clit. Don’t come, don’t come, I tell myself, because I can feel my clit throbbing, my body gearing up to climax without ever having been touched by anything other than Dean’s belt.
The sound that comes out of me when the third strike comes is something between a scream and a helpless moan, my body twitching as the leather comes down squarely on my clit, a wet sound filling the room as the belt hits me.
“Fuck, she’s soaking wet,” I hear someone mutter.
“What a fucking whore. She loves that shit.”
“She’s going to come before it’s over. I bet you anything.”
“I fucking hope she does. I want to bust all over that pretty face.”
I can hear the conversations all around me dimly, and Dean steps back. It’s over, I think. It’s over, and now I just have to get my thoughts together enough to focus on my plan.
But then, Dean speaks again.
“It’s not over, Athena,” he says, his voice cold and harsh. “Remember what I said. Don’t you dare fucking come. Cayde, hold onto her wrists. Jaxon?” He turns towards where Jaxon’s hand is on my belly, holding up my skirt so that Dean could whip my pussy. “Get down there and eat her out until I tell you to stop. Do a good job, too. Make her want to come so badly she cries.”
Oh no.Fuck. No, no, no. My chest tightens as I see something rebellious flicker across Jaxon’s face, and then his shoulders slump as he moves to obey. I know what Dean’s doing, showing off his power, showing everyone that I’m his to use as he pleases, give as he pleases. And he’s torturing me, too, because he knows I want Jaxon. He’s punishing me for initially choosing Jaxon over him. He knows I want Jaxon’s mouth on me. He knows I’d fight to keep from coming with him or Cayde, but that it’s going to be fucking hard not to come with Jaxon going down on me.
It tears my heart in two because this isn’t how I want this to happen. If Jaxon ever touched me again, I didn’t want it to be like this. I wanted it to be how it was that night when he took me on his bike. Good. Sweet. Both of us choosing it.
Not in front of a room full of frat boys and sorority girls as they cheer on my debasement.
But neither of us has a choice.
“Fuck,” I hear Jaxon mutter as he kneels down, and a bolt of pleasure rushes through me as he slides his hands up my inner thighs, spreading them wider. He knows he’s supposed to put on a show, and I don’t know how the fuck I’m supposed to keep from having an orgasm. Just his hot breath on my skin makes me want to come, my entire body shivery and aroused, every nerve ending on high alert.
“I’m sorry, Athena,” I think I hear him say, but it’s so quiet that I can’t be sure. And I feel tears burn at the back of my eyelids. I’m not crying, not yet. But by the end of this, I know I will be.
When he gently spreads my abused folds with his fingers, I suck in a breath. And when his tongue drags lightly over my swollen, bruised clit, I let out a helpless, anguished moan of pleasure. His tongue feels soothing and arousing all at once, massaging the pain away, licking at my spanked pussy like a balm. I can feel my muscles tightening, my body begging to orgasm already, and it’s only been a few seconds. No one other than Jaxon has ever eaten my pussy. Still, I can’t imagine anyone else doing it as well as he does. It feels so fucking good.
When I look around, I can see that the party is joining in. Guys who were previously rubbing the front of their pants have their hands shoved down their jeans now or in their pockets. One guy has his hand up his girlfriend’s skirt as she clings to his shoulder, her hips rolling as she rides his hand. Another girl is on her knees, her boyfriend’s cock in her mouth in front of everyone, and he’s groaning loudly, his eyes glued to my pussy and Jaxon’s tongue sliding over it. Another girl is pressed tightly against her boyfriend behind her, her skirt flipped up, and I know he’s inside of her from the way he’s moving.
They’re all drunk, past caring if they’re fucking in front of everyone else, past caring what anyone will say Monday in class, all of them just horny and desperate for a release. There was a time, what feels like ages ago now when I would have been horrified at what they’re doing, but now I understand it. Every cell in my body is screaming for me to come, desperate for an orgasm. Jaxon’s tongue sliding over my pussy, teasing my folds and swirling around my clit, his cool, strong hands on my heated skin, holding my thighs apart, it all feels better than anything I’ve felt in my entire fucking life, and I want more. The noises of the crowd all around me have dimmed to a dull roar. I’m fighting off my climax actively now because it’s one thing for the boys to use me—my three boys, I think dimly, and I don’t know where the thought comes from—but something else entirely for Dean to give me to strangers, for some douche from English class to shoot his load all over my face, and I’ll do anything to keep that from happening. Anything, even if it means fighting off the desperate urge to ride Jaxon’s tongue to a climax, to come hard on his face, because it would feel so fucking good, the best orgasm of my life, made even better by Cayde’s hands holding me down and Jaxon’s hands squeezing my thighs and the fact that I’m trying so hard not to have it—
“Please!” I gasp aloud, and I hear laughter, but I don’t even care. “Please, Dean, please let me come, please, please, please, I want it so bad, it feels so good, please—”
Dean grins triumphantly. “You must be fucking good at that, Jaxon. Shame I’m not into men; I’d try that mouth out myself. Maybe I will one day, if you ever fucking disobey me. I’ll shove my cock down your throat until you choke and make you swallow my cum. Or maybe I’ll make you lick it off of her if you forget your place.” He looks around the room, his face set in those arrogant, lordly lines that tell me that he’s fully into his role and loving every second of it. “Remember this! Remember what happens when you cross me! I will be the lord of this town, and I will do whatever the fuck I want.” He turns back to me, that cruel smile etched across his face.
“Don’t you dare fucking come, Athena.”
“No, come!” one of the guys yells. “I want to splatter mine all over your face! Come for us, Athena!”
