A Hurt So Sweet Volume One: A Dark High School Bully Romance

by Rosewood, Betti

  "Your pussy?"

  An uncomfortable silence follows as I realize what I've just said. I need to recover from my slip-up.

  "Goddamn right it's mine," I growl. "My property, just like the rest of you. And don't you dare forget it."

  She pouts on the screen, moving her fingers away from that dripping cunt.

  "Don't you fucking stop," I hiss at her. "I want you to count. Fingers back on your pussy and count down from thirty."

  "What happens when I finish counting?"

  "What do you think?" I rub my leaking cock. "We're going to come together."

  "I don't even know how... or if I can even... I don't..."

  "Trust me," I grind out. "Touch it. Count. Every five numbers slap my pussy. Hard enough to sting."

  She bites her bottom lip, hesitating for a split second.

  "Actually, start with a slap," I demand. "For hesitating, and not following through with my orders. Bad toy."

  She pouts again, raising her palm over her exposed pussy.

  "Now!" I demand, and she brings her hand down on that cunt, the slap echoing into the phone.

  She gasps, then moans, and my cock fucking strains, aching to be inside her, desperate to feel her tight, wet walls clenching around it.

  "Count!"

  "Thirty," she whispers, her voice so sweet it makes me want to show her every shade of darkness there is when the sun disappears.

  I want to spoil her. Ruin her. I want to be the one who shows her every fucked-up thing I can do with her, with or without her consent.

  "Keep going."

  "Twenty-nine. Twenty-eight. Twenty-seven. Twenty-six."

  She hesitates, but I don't need to remind her of the slap this time. She hits herself, harder this time.

  "Good girl," I mutter, and she whimpers at the magic words I've already discovered affect her in more ways than one. "More."

  She keeps counting and keeps hitting herself until my dick is so painfully hard I'm convinced I'm just going to fucking burst. I want nothing more than have her wrap that sweet little mouth around me, take my tip deep into her throat and caress it with her mouth. I want to fill her. I want to own her. I want to make her kneel.

  She's down to ten and I don't know if I'll manage to last throughout the countdown.

  "Count faster," I grit out, and she picks up the speed like a sex-crazed maniac, the words blending together as she slaps, counts, and slaps some more.

  "Three," she whispers.

  "Are you fucking ready for it, toy?"

  "Yes," she moans. "Two..."

  "Pinch that clit for me," I demand. "Real nice and tight."

  She does as she's told, and I spurt my first rope of cum despite wanting to wait. I grip my cock, too painfully for comfort and force myself to close my eyes before the image of her on the screen makes me blow my whole load before she's allowed to.

  "One."

  Her voice is barely above a whisper.

  "Come," I order, and she dissolves in a fit of moans, whispers of my name and barely audible pleases.

  My cock just starts fucking leaking, thick, creamy cum running down my shaft and pooling on my belly. It's been a long time since I came this much or this hard, and the intensity of the orgasm hits me like a goddamn slap to the face, making me take a sharp breath as Pandora withers on the screen.

  "Thank you, toy," I mutter. "See you at school."

  "What?" She's out of breath and adorably outraged. "You can't just leave now! What about what we just-"

  I cut the call, tossing my phone to the side as I pull my shirt of and clean up the mess I've made, my eyes still glued to the screen where her image is flickering in full color, realtime.

  She looks so pissed off as she gets up, but her feet won't hold her up, not after that fucking orgasm. She wobbles and grips the bed for support, collapsing on the sheets. I smirk to myself as I watch her attempt to gather herself. My eyes stay glued to the screen for precious minutes.

  I have to force myself to look away when the knock on the door comes.

  "Come in."

  "Mr. Booth," Anders says, not acknowledging the fact that I'm half naked and glancing guiltily at the computer screen. "Will you need a ride to the party tonight?"

  "Shit." I get up, clicking out of the camera feed. "That's tonight?"

  "It is indeed."

  "Is... Is Pandora coming?"

  "I can find out for you," Anders replies without conveying his emotions. "If you'd like."

  "No." I ball up my shirt. "Don’t just find out. Make sure she’s there. Tell Araminta to arrange it.”

  Ten

  Pandora

  After Dexter ends the call, I lie on my bed trying to catch my breath for several minutes. I clutch my phone, knowing it’s my best kept secret now. Why is Dexter showing me kindness? There’s got to be some ulterior motive.

  My new phone is ringing. An unknown number flashes across the screen, and I furrow my brows in confusion before finally picking up the call. “Hello?”

  “Hey, girl.” The voice on the other side of the line sounds familiar. “It’s Araminta Fox. From school?”

  “Oh, hi.” I smile to myself. “How did you get my number?”

  “From Dexter. So, you coming to Julian’s party tonight?”

  I hesitate before answering. I want to ask her what her relationship is with Dexter, but I’m too scared of knowing the truth. It makes me so jealous my skin crawls.

  “Yes, with my sister,” I finally mutter.

  “Awesome. If you come at around nine, that would be perfect. Fashionably late, you know?”

  She laughs melodically. Her good mood is contagious, and I find myself smiling despite everything that’s happened that day.

  “But I was thinking of hitting up the salon before the party. You wanna come with me?”

  “Yes, that would be amazing.”

  “Great! I’ll pick you up in like, twenty? And remember, bring the card with the highest limit. We’re giving you a full-on makeover.”

  While I’m not so convinced I need a full-on makeover, I find myself agreeing.

  Once we end the call, I sit down in front of the large mirror in my bedroom, crossing my legs and scrutinizing my appearance. Besides the wax that I need desperately, I could also do with getting my brows done. My nails have seen my better times. I inspect my cuticles. Awful. I haven’t really made my looks a priority lately. I didn’t want to look good for these people. That is, until Dexter wormed his way under my skin.

  I know before I meet up with Araminta, I still need to sort out the credit card with my father. I'm dreading asking him for it, but there is no other way, so I take a deep breath before ringing the bell for my maid.

  The door unlocks a couple moments later, and Belle stands on the doorstep, scowling at me.

  "Where's Minnie?" I ask.

  "Busy," she replies firmly. "What do you need, Miss Lily Anna?"

  "I need to speak to my father," I explain. "I'll only be a minute."

  "He's busy."

  She crosses her arms and I furrow my brows at her.

  "Belle, do I need to remind you who you work for?" I ask her sweetly. "It seems to me like you're forgetting your place. I'm sure my father wouldn't be very happy to hear about this."

  She sneers at me, and I raise an eyebrow, demanding she answer me.

  "I'll see if he's free," she mutters, sounding displeased.

  "I'll come with you," I purr.

  She hesitates, then practically runs out of my room and attempts to lock the door behind her. I let out an outraged cry and burst through the door before she can lock me back in.

  I half-walk, half-sprint down the hallway until I reach my father's office. The door is closed, but I can hear voices coming from inside. He's talking to someone.

  Belle catches up with me, trying to catch her breath. Her eyes are panicked as they meet mine.

  "Please, Miss Lily Anna," she begs, but I interrupt her by holding up my hand.

  "I t
old you not to call me that," I hiss at her. "It seems like you can't even follow simple instructions. Just leave me to speak to him alone."

  "I can't do that," she admits, biting her bottom lip, her eyes darting around the hallway. "Please, Miss, don't go in there."

  "Why not?"

  I don't get why she's so fucking worried. Even if my father's in there with someone, it's probably just one of his business associates. And I have every right to talk to him. Some maid can't order me around. Nobody can.

  I knock on the door twice to the sound of Belle's groan, then open the door and walk inside my father's office.

  What I see makes me recoil in disgust.

  "What... what are you doing?" I ask, my voice shaking with terror as I take in the scene unfolding before me. "What are you doing to her?"

  My father looks up at me, and I barely recognize him anymore. He's changed into a different person. His gaze is crazed, his pupils incredibly dilated. His body is vibrating, and the veins are standing out on his forehead and forearms. The sleeves of his oxford shirt have been pushed up, exposing inches of toned flesh.

  Before him, my new friend, Mignonette, is splayed out on his desk. She's leaning against it on her belly, her arms held behind her back at the wrists. Her maid uniform is pulled up, exposing her naked butt which is blooming with bruises and redness as far as I can see.

  "What the fuck?" I cry out again when nobody answers me. "What is happening?"

  My father smirks, giving Minnie's ass a firm slap that makes her yelp out in pain.

  "Get yourself together, girl."

  She shoots up, and I realize her mother is watching this. I turn over my shoulder while a burning-up Minnie smoothes her dress and fixes her hair.

  "You knew about this?" I ask her, feeling outraged. "What he's... making her do?"

  She stares at me with a cold, unyielding gaze.

  "She's my daughter," she bites back, defensive. "And he pays us well. I know what's best for her."

  "She's seven-fucking-teen!" I cry out, rushing to Minnie's side and taking her trembling hand. "Are you okay, Minnie? Do you want me to do something?"

  I wonder whether Brazen knows about this.

  "What now?" my father finally speaks up, his voice bored. "I'm busy.”

  His nonchalant attitude is making me gape at him. He doesn’t even care that I caught him.

  "I... I..." I'm struggling to find the words, adrenaline pumping through my veins and threatening to punch my father square in the face. "You can't do that to her. She's so young. And what about Bryony?"

  "What about her?" Father stares at me blankly. "She's fucking the pool boy, and I pay for that too. So what's the problem here?"

  "She's..." I close my eyes firmly, squeezing Minnie's hand. "She's seventeen, father."

  "It's not like I'm fucking her," he says cruelly. "Just giving her some much needed discipline. Besides, who are you to question me? You’re getting too friendly with the staff, daughter.”

  He slaps Minnie’s ass, and she pales.

  “Get up, daughter.”

  A deathly silence falls upon the room and I glance between Minnie and my father with an outraged expression. Why the hell did he just call her that?

  "Out," father barks next. "Both of you. Pandora, you stay."

  I'm shocked that he used the wrong name with Minnie, but suddenly cares enough about me to use the one I prefer. The maid and her daughter scramble out of the room, and I watch them go with tear-filled eyes.

  My father is a twisted man. Not that many of the others in this stupid town are much better. But this... this is sick.

  "I can't believe you... I just can't..." I start, but he cuts me off, pulling out his wallet from the pocket of his jeans and counting out some cash.

  "How much do you want?" he asks calmly, and I balk at him.

  "What do you mean?"

  "To keep this quiet," he mutters. "How much money?"

  I struggle to understand him. A part of me has already realized he's a monster, but I'm a far way off from accepting it. And I know I need to help Minnie. She doesn't deserve this.

  "I want three grand," I say. "And your credit card. I'm going shopping."

  "Three?" He counts out the money, making my eyes widen. "Here. And use the gold American Express. Get whatever you want."

  He hands me a card next, and I just stand there, feeling like I've sold my soul to the devil.

  "Are you going to keep doing this?" I ask him in a small voice. "Hurting Minnie?"

  "Are you going to try and stop me?" he asks with an amused expression. "Because you can't. I might as well tell you that now."

  "You're evil," I whisper. "You're just..."

  "Did I ask for your opinion?"

  His gaze is like a cold burn on my skin and I shake my head wordlessly. I need to find a way to help Minnie. The money will be a good start.

  "I'll see you later," I mutter, still feeling shaken up by what I've seen.

  He waves me off without saying goodbye, already focused on some paperwork on his desk. I leave his study, leaning against the door and taking several deep breaths as I attempt to come to terms with what's happened in there.

  I take the next few minutes to catch my breath and try to think of something that would help Minnie out of her horrible situation. I can't help but feel responsible. It's my father who's doing this to her, after all... and I need to get her out of this mess.

  By the time I'm done contemplating a solution, it's already five minutes past the hour Araminta said she'd be there by. I'm half-convinced she's decided to blow me off while I wait in the hall, but after a couple more minutes pass, I see a car pulling into the driveway.

  I run out the front door, grinning and waving when I see Araminta getting out of a black limo with tinted windows. God, these people really do travel in style.

  "Hey," I call out. "I'm ready to go."

  She smiles, then surprises me by giving me a quick hug, and we get into the car. Once again, she looks like a freaking movie star, and I start getting excited about my promised makeover. She's scrolling through her phone as the driver pulls away from Oakes Estate, and I nervously fiddle with the hem of my dress.

  “Are your siblings going to the party?” Araminta asks without looking up from her phone.

  “Just Tianna,” I say. “My father’s driver is taking her. Brazen isn’t allowed to go out.”

  “Uh-oh,” she mutters, pocketing the phone. “Drama at home?”

  “Always.” I roll my eyes. “Hey, thanks again for doing this with me. I’m not so good at this… girl stuff.”

  “Really?” She laughs out loud as if it’s the funniest thing she’s ever heard. “Well, I have a feeling things are going to change for you soon, girl. Come on, we need to go. You don’t want some other chick making her moves on Dexter before we get there, and we still need to stop at the salon.”

  I’m trying to ignore the pangs of jealousy I feel when she mentions Dexter hooking up with someone else.

  If he’s forcing me to be loyal, he better do the same for me. At least until I can run away from him…

  Eleven

  Pandora

  When Tianna mentioned the party the previous day at dinner, I didn’t expect… well, this.

  The bash is held in a fucking crypt, first of all. It’s Julian’s family home, but his parents are away. Everyone is gathered below the ground in the family mausoleum, which gives me the creeps. The spacious room is filled with marble sculptures and stone graves, and it makes me wonder how the dead would respond to being disturbed this way. I have a feeling there’s some bad juju coming my way just for disrespecting those who have been laid to rest here.

  As Araminta and I enter, the crowd parts to let us through. The party looks about as sordid as any college get together, although the red solo cups are missing, replaced by glasses of Crystal and thousand-dollar bottles of wine. I’ve never felt more out of place, and even though Araminta gave me a pep-talk about confidence in the car
on the way over, I feel myself shrinking back, away from the watchful eyes of the other partygoers.

  A low whistle emanates from the crowd before us, and Araminta smirks, pushing me forward. The people gathered in front of us step aside, a sign of respect before two Firstborns. They open the view, and I come face-to-face with Dexter, sitting on a marble throne, with an older-looking honey-blonde sitting on his lap. She smirks at me, and I find myself blushing at the sight of her.

  “Boys, I brought you a little plaything,” Araminta he calls out, and I look over my shoulder at her. She’s wearing a smirk, and she shrugs at me as if to say, Sorry, but you had this coming. “Don’t go too hard on her. She spent a fortune to look presentable for you.”

  “What the fuck?” I hiss at her as the crowd laughs. “This was a fucking set-up? I trusted you!”

  “Never trust a Firstborn,” she says innocently, blowing me a kiss before disappearing in the crowd. Now I’m left standing alone in front of my fiancé, who obviously doesn’t give a shit that I’ve just caught him with another girl.

  “Well well well,” Dexter says slowly, getting up from the marble throne. The girl slides off his lap and steps to the side. Good. At least she knows her fucking place. “What do we have here? Did you have a little makeover, toy?”

  He walks up to me, touching his fingers to my smooth hair and leaning down to whisper in my ear. “I’m going to be checking to see if you did as you were told.”

  I blush, knowing he’s talking about the waxing that made me feel numb all over. I’m about to snap back, tell him he doesn’t own me and that he has no right to check up on me like that, but he doesn’t let me speak. Instead, he spins around and sits back on the throne, his dark grey eyes still on mine as he taps his knee.

  “Why don’t you come sit down,” he suggests over the sound of electronic music. “I want to have a nice catch-up with my betrothed. I bet you have a lot to tell me.”

  I only hesitate for a second, but someone shoves me from the back when I don’t immediately follow his orders. I look over my shoulder, coming face-to-face with the handsome Julian – the boy whose party I’m at. He laughs in my face.