“I can’t fucking wait to feel your tongue on me,” he tells me, pulling out his cock and unceremoniously burying his massive length inside my mouth.
I choke and sputter on him, the girth making me roll my eyes as it takes up my mouth, threatening to stop me from breathing. But Dexter doesn’t care. He begins to fuck my mouth, letting out a groan as he fills up my throat to the very brim.
“Goddamn, I needed that,” he mutters, grabbing me by the hair and holding me down firmly as he takes more and more of my mouth.
My eyes water. I wish I could fight him, but there’s a part deep within me that wants this. Wants his cruel touch, relishes the feeling of his dick in my throat. I live for it. I breathe for it. I exist for it.
He pulls out of my mouth with a pop just as Lai curses out loud and Julian calls out, “Someone’s coming. We need to get the hell out of here.”
“Well, looks like our little reunion’s been cut short,” Dex tells me, putting his cock back in his trousers. “Such a shame for you, little toy, because I was really going to have some fun with you today. But worry not, there will be other chances
.”
I hate myself for feeling the loss of him like a punch to my stomach. I wanted more. I needed more. So much fucking more.
The boys gather in front of the door leading out of the classroom, and I somehow manage to pick myself up, breathing heavily with my face flushing bright red as I fix my uniform.
The door flies open, professor Rogers appearing before us. He regards us with something between trepidation and fear.
“Alright there, professor?” Dex taunts him, and I look away, unable to handle the weight of the man’s stare. “Heard you had some fun with one of my girls the other day.”
“You… I…” The guy flushes, refusing to look Dexter in the eye and instead focusing on me. “Are you okay, Miss Oakes?”
I wonder whether I should tell him the truth – that my ex-fiancé just forced his dick into my mouth, forcing me to take him despite my hesitation. I wonder whether he’d even believe me, and before I open my mouth, I know I’ve already made my choice.
“Yes, everything’s fine,” I tell him, my voice quivering. “Just… a study group meeting.”
He narrows his eyes at me but doesn’t say another word. Instead, a curt nod follows, and he motions for us to get out of the classroom just as the school bell sounds off above our heads.
Whatever upper hand I had on Lai and Julian is long gone, and we all know it. With Dexter being back, we’re back to the hierarchy set in place for us by our parents.
“I’ll see you soon, toy,” Dexter whispers in my ear before moving past me and joining his friends. “Sooner than you think.”
His words make goosebumps erupt all over my skin, and I quickly look away before he can see the effect he’s having on me. Though I have a feeling it wouldn’t come to a surprise to him at all.
I’m starting to fall for my bully, and the worst part is, he knows it.
Twelve
Pandora
The next time they find me, it’s lunchtime and I’m trying to hide from them desperately. They told me it wasn’t over, but I didn’t want them to have the satisfaction of getting to torture me yet again. I’ll admit the bathroom wasn’t the best place to hide, but I did my best, putting my bag on the hook on the door and pulling my legs up so they wouldn’t see I’m in here.
Every time the door opens though, my heart nearly stops in fear. Could it be them? Have they figured out my hiding place already?
So far, so good. Apart from a few people coming in and out to use the bathroom, I’ve been okay. But it is only ten minutes into the hour-long lunch break.
The door opens again, and I glance up from my seat on the toilet, my heart hammering yet again. I’m hungry, but I’m too scared to head to the cafeteria, knowing the boys will find me if I show my face there. I don’t want to know what they have in store for me today, especially with Dexter being back here. I have a feeling he’s not nearly done with his lessons.
The door handle of my cubicle starts moving, and I freeze on the spot, terrified that I’ve been found out. But the person gives up when they realize the door is locked, and I hear another cubicle being occupied as a huge weight falls off my shoulders.
Minutes after the first person has left, I head the door opening again.
“Check every stall, make sure she’s not in here. I’m going to the bathrooms on the second floor. Call me if you see anything, yeah?”
“Yeah, got it.”
Those are Caspian and Dexter’s voices.