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“What I want to watch is you doing the things to me that I took the trouble to come here for.” I have no freaking idea where the words came from, but I feel bold. Almost like I could reach out and take what I want. Maybe it’s the slutty outfit that gives me nerve, or my make-up or the blatant refusal to feel ashamed for coming here. I’m done letting myself be embarassed because of the stuff I’m into.
I try to turn around and face him, but his body blocks me. He gathers my hands together on the banister and traps them in one of his, which feels like an iron shackle around my wrists.
“You think you can talk to me on eye level, little spy,” he says in my ear. “After you planned on uploading naked pics of me for the entire world to see?” He laughs low and deep. “As entertaining as that would have been, the internet is forever. You would have fucked up my life, if I cared about stuff like that.”
“You sure didn’t think about that when you destroyed those other girls’ reputations,” I say breathlessly while he rubs his cock against me, my skirt riding up completely in the process until my buttocks are exposed to him, and his denim-clad dick rides between them. I know people in the gallery are watching, but I’m beyond caring.
“I never recorded anyone while fucking them,” he says. “But it’s never too late to start, is it?”
With that, he spins me around by my wrists and, before I know it, we’ve disappeared behind one of those white doors. Inside one of the frat boys’ bedrooms. But after a look around, I realize this is a sex room. Maybe they all use it.
There’s a large mirror facing the four-posted bed, the frame made of iron, and the mattress covered with black silk sheets and cushions. This place looks like a posh sex dungeon, chains hanging from the headboard and bed posts, and leather straps scattered around the bed. A pair of black handcuffs is clasped around the iron bed frame.
Sweat breaks out all over my body as I take in the room, Declan right behind me. I go to turn around, but his fingers clamp on my shoulders, keeping me in place.
“Not so fast, little spy.” His hands run down my naked arms, his skin deliciously calloused. “I need to make sure I can trust you.”
He hums appreciatively as he brushes my long ponytail over my shoulder, his hands moving down my back, running over the laces of my corset. It takes a few moments for me to realize that he’s searching for hidden cameras. I scoff inwardly. I wish I were as devious as he believes me to be.
“Hmmm, I think we’re gonna keep this on. For starters.” His hands travel lower, his rough knuckles brushing over my exposed ass cheeks. “I like the goth girl look. Even though I have to admit I have a metalhead kink.”
Liar. “You sure know how to mess with a girl’s head,” I say. “No wonder so many girls can’t wait for a chance to suck your dick.”
He laughs, the sound deep like the growl of a cave wolf. I expect him to turn all cocky and argue it’s because of his looks, his money and his being a badass boxing champion that could shatter a man’s face with a single punch, but what he says is something way more refined. “And I expect you won’t be one of them, am I right? You refuse to. You’re better than that.” He comes even closer, his hard cock resting against my naked buttocks. “You look down on those girls.”
I push my chin up, staring ahead at the large arched window, grateful that I don’t see him. It makes it easier to stand my ground, hang on to my wits. I try to focus on the black curtains that flap in the slight draft, the ghosts of the window panes visible through them.
“I don’t think I’m better than them. Just more clear-headed about what I’m doing.”
“Mhm, yes, I suppose that makes sense. You’re here knowing well and good what’s gonna happen. You showed up dressed no less slutty than all the other girls out there who have no idea what they’re doing,” he mocks. His lips brush the edge of my ear, sending a shudder all through my body. He hums with satisfaction at how my body reacts to him while I try to ignore the sting of his mockery.
“So, should I take your outfit as an indication of how you clear-headedly want to be taken tonight?”
I don’t reply, but I brace myself for the effort it’s gonna take not to crumble in front of him. He already knows I want this, I just can’t let him see how badly.
His knuckles disappear from my ass as his hand moves to my front, his fingers brushing over my panties. I hold my breath. He taunts me with those fingers over the seam of my pussy lips, and my hips push instinctively against him.
“No devices here,” he murmurs. “Maybe we’ll correct that someday.”
His breath tingles my neck as his hand slides rhythmically over my panties before it moves up towards my corset. My hips jerk forward in protest, wanting to follow his touch.
“Ah, don’t worry, little spy. You’re gonna get what you came here for.” His palm spreads over my stomach, so large that it encompasses almost all of my width. I wonder if Timothy told him the story of how I came to be so skinny. If he told Declan how he bullied me for being overweight in high school, and how he incited others to do it too. Especially the girls, who were eager for the approval of a popular guy like him.
I wonder if he told Declan how he tried to fuck me in the restroom when I showed up at prom with my neighbor Namira, who’d also failed to get a date. Now every time I stumble over the asshole, he gives me that grin that tells me he’s not done hounding me yet.
“Oh, take your time,” I say, the goth girl taking over completely. I’ve always felt more confident in her skin than in my own, which is why I spent my teenage years wearing such outfits in the privacy of my room. Letting the bad girl out. But sharing a dorm with other girls has made that difficult lately, which is why I take extra pleasure in it now. “I didn’t take all the trouble for nothing.”
His hand disappears from my body and he steps in front of me. I swallow hard, trying to keep staring past him, but that still means I have to look up, over his shoulder. All he has to do is slip a finger under my chin to prompt my gaze to meet his.
The bastard is so freaking handsome I have to stifle a whimper.
Declan Santori has never been one for flashy clothes. Though always expensive, his outfits never expose the brands, and tonight is no exception. He’s got style, I have to give him that, and his plain white shirt, black cargo pants and boots offset his natural attractiveness. He’s everything you’d expect a real life anime toy boy to be, and everything I dreamed of in high school.
When he wouldn’t have wasted a single glance on me.
His mouth curls up in that breathtaking smile before he says, “Kind reminder that you’re here to make up for something you did to me, not the other way around. I’m the one who gets to decide how quickly something begins or ends.” He bends down to my ear, his cheek brushing mine. “How dirty it gets.” He makes space between us again, and my body begs me to follow. It’s all I can do to keep myself back. “But you can record it, if you like.”
Of course the checking for devices was just a game.
