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These parties are overrated.
And I'm a fucking liar.
IT'S AN ODD FEELING,to know you're not in control the way you thought you were. The way I let Carter touch me on Friday night taught me more than I thought it would. It showed me that I haven't been nearly as strong as I need to be. It also made me see that if I want to get to him, the best way to do it is through his pants. After all, he is a guy. Most of the time, they think with their dicks.
It takes a couple days for me to come up with the perfect plan, and another one for me to get the supplies I need to make it happen. Reading a couple entries of Davi's diary and how much she felt for him definitely helps to harden me over.
Once I feel prepared enough, and I know Jace is at class for at least the next two hours, I head out the door and over to Carter's dorm.
He doesn’t know what’s about to hit him.
I WALK IN THEdoor and slam it behind me. Sure, I could have knocked. No part of me doubts the fact that he would have let me in, but this feels more impactful.
Carter is sitting on the couch playing video games, and when he turns around and sees me, his eyes widen. He gets up and rushes over to me, his gaze scanning for any injuries.
"What's wrong? Are you okay?" he barks out.
I shake my head. "No. I'm not okay."
My chest heaves with every breath I take, really playing it up. I step closer and drag my hand down the front of him. His Adam's apple bobs with a harsh swallow. As I grip the waistband of his sweatpants, I look up at him through my lashes.
"You were right, Carter," I murmur. "You were right. I want you."
He looks like he's fighting something inside himself and trying to read me at the same time. "This is a trap, isn't it?"
I run my tongue over my bottom lip before pulling it between my teeth. "Is it, though? I mean, you said it yourself. You can feel how bad I want you. Want this."
As I arch up on my tippy-toes and press a soft kiss to his neck, his breathing stutters. "Fuck, Tye."
"That's exactly what I'm trying to do."
I grab his wrist and drag him to his bedroom. Once we're in there, I shut the door and push him on the bed. He watches me with wonder in his eyes as I put my purse down on his nightstand. I pull my shirt over my head and drop it onto the floor, then slide my pants down my legs, leaving me in only my bra and panties.
"You're wearing too many clothes."
He scrambles to pull his sweatpants off and lays in front of me in only his boxers. I'm not going to lie, it's a sight to see. But it's not the one I'm here for.
"Is this really fucking happening?" he asks.
Pulling a pair of handcuffs out of my bag, I hide them behind my back and straddle his lap. His cock is already beneath me, straining against the thin material that separates us, and a small part of me wants to damn this plan to hell.
"It is, but only on my terms." I show the handcuffs and reach for his wrist.
"You're not going to let me touch you?"
"Oh, you will." I drop my head down until I'm right by his ear. "With your tongue."
As he becomes putty in my hands, I grab his wrists and handcuff him to the headboard. Then I pull the bandana out of my hair and use it to blindfold him. He whimpers, but with one grind of my hips, that quickly changes to a moan. When he's fully bound and blindfolded, I chuckle.
"You know, baby," I tease, "you're pretty helpless like this."
He exhales slowly, his jaw locked. "I fucking knew it."
I reach over and grab my bag, pulling a tube of red lipstick out—the same shade Davi used to wear. "You really should never trust a girl with a hidden agenda."
"Your agenda isn't hidden," he counters.
My smile widens. "I know. All the more reason you shouldn't think with your dick when it comes to me."
Carter strains against the cuffs as I write things all over his body, but it's no use. He's stuck and he knows it. When I'm done creating my masterpiece, I climb off and use my phone to take a picture. It's a beautiful masterpiece of revenge, and even if it doesn't piss him off, I'm proud of this one regardless. I pull my clothes back on and open up the door.
"You're seriously going to just leave me here," he asks, the cuffs clanging against the wood of his headboard.
"Feel it, Carter," I quip. "Give into it."
As I shut the door behind me and his shouts for me to come back fade into the distance, I can practically feel Davi smiling down at me.
This is what I came here for.
