by Beck, J. L.
“Slide over,” he nudges me forward, but I’m already scooting away from him doing whatever I can to put some distance between us. “Not that far,” he coaxes, his hand wrapping around my thigh as he settles into his seat. As soon as he closes the door behind us, I feel like I’m suffocating. The space is much too small for both of us.
“I need to go home, my grandma—”
“I can send Easton to go spend some time with Grams while we’re busy.”
“No!” That would be even worse than Grams on her own.
Cameron just chuckles. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. This won’t take long. I’ve been dreaming of your lips wrapped around my cock all day.”
My breath hitches at the word cock. Obviously, I’ve heard it before, but suddenly I feel like I’m twelve hearing some boy say it for the first time. My cheeks heat in embarrassment. I’m half tempted to tell him I’ve never given a blowjob, but I wonder if that would make things worse.
“B-but…wait...” I start, peering around us. We’re inside a car parked at the side of the store, but there still might be people that can walk past us and see inside.
“Windows are tinted, so if you’re worried about someone seeing us, rest assured no one will.” Cameron reads my mind. But it’s not just the fear of being caught, it’s not wanting to be in this car with him, trapped and completely at his mercy.
“Why are you doing this? You can get any girl you want, why can’t you just leave me alone?” I know mouthing off right now is not my best bet, but at least there is only one of them now, and we are in a semi-public place. If I scream loud enough, someone would help me… maybe. Cameron’s features turn dark.
“We told you, already. We need to make sure you’re going to listen and can follow directions. How else are we going to trust that you’ll keep our secret?”
Fed up, I twist around in my seat. I need to reason with him, to figure out what is making them so obsessed with me. If they wanted to kill me, they would. That’s not the case though. “You know, I will, so please don’t lie to me. Why are you really doing this to me?”
Cameron’s lips twitch into a grin. “You’re a smart girl, and I suppose you deserve the truth. So here it is. Now, we simply want you, and we always get what we want.” He pauses, his eyes scanning my face. Of course, they do. No one can tell them no. “We both want to fuck you. But the best part is that we know we can just take it and there is nothing you can do about it.”
There it is. The real reason. Of course, I already knew this. They like the power of it all, they like knowing they can control me and that I’m utterly powerless against them. I’m the prey, and they’re the big bad wolves. Now the only question is, am I going to let them control me? Or am I going to fight back?
They’ll use whatever they can to keep me in line. I’m their puppet now, and they’re my puppet masters. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Cameron unbuttoning his pants and unzipping his zipper, his already erect cock springs free. Like a deer caught in the headlights of a car, the air in my lungs stills, and I take in the smooth mushroom head and the veiny shaft.
“I want your mouth, now,” Cam tells me, an edge in his tone I haven’t heard before. “Earlier, you didn’t listen to me. This is going to be your punishment.”
“I was working…” I try to defend myself, but Cameron isn’t having it.
“Stop talking,” he orders and grabs me by the back of my neck. “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you. Now be a good girl and open your mouth.”
He tugs me toward him, and because I don’t know what else to do, I open my mouth and let him guide me to his cock. He groans loudly when my tongue makes contact with the smooth head of his length. There are about a million butterflies taking flight in my stomach right now, and I don’t know yet if they’re going to result in a good feeling or bad one.
With his grasp still firm on the back of my neck, he pushes me down, filling my mouth with his length until he hits the back of my throat. I gag at the intrusion, and try and pull away, but he holds me there for a second before he lets me come back up. But my relief is short-lived because as soon as I get a gasp of air into my lungs, he pushes me right back down. His other hand weaving its way into my hair, where he grabs a fist full of the strands.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growls, his hold on me tightening. He pushes my head down a few more times, making it hard to breathe, but I don’t hate it as much as his hand on my neck, where he is squeezing painfully. His other hand tightens, pulling on the thick strands of my hair, making my scalp scream for relief.
Yelping with pain, I try to push away. For a second, I don’t think he’s going to let me come up, but then he releases his hold on my hair and pulls me up by the neck. I suck in a quick sharp breath; my eyes are watering, and my lungs burn.
“You’re hurting me. You said you wouldn’t hurt me,” I whimper, my voice wrapped up in panic, but I still manage to sit up straight anyway.
“I got carried away,” he admits breathlessly, a possessiveness that I’m drawn to appears in his eyes. “And most girls like a little bit of pain.”
“I’m not most girls.”
“Oh, I’ve noticed… Now come here and finish what you’ve started.” He releases the hold on my neck and lets his arms fall to the side, giving me an invitation to take control. Deciding that this is better than the alternative, I lower my head again and take him into my mouth. I take my time, running my tongue along the underside, feeling the small slit there. My touch is exploratory, and he seems to like having my hands and mouth on him.
Again, his hand finds its way into my hair, but this time he is gentler, cradling my head instead of grabbing it. His other hand comes around my back, caressing my shoulder as I keep taking his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth on my own.
He grunts in appreciation, the noise vibrating through me, edging me on to take him deeper. I know he’s making me do this, and I shouldn’t feel turned on or joyful, but some fucked up part of me wants to please him. I want to show him that I can do this on my own. That I can take command and follow directions.
“I hope you’re enjoying yourself because Easton won’t give up control like this.” I want to ask him what he means by that, but that’s hard to do with a dick in my mouth. “Yeah, keep doing it, just like that. It feels amazing…” He encourages and my pussy clenches, my own arousal mounting.
I continue sucking him off, letting the world around me fade away. Forgetting why I’m here and why I am doing this. Forgetting that I have no money left for the month. Letting every single worry and fear disappear from my mind and forcing my concentration onto Cameron instead. On his manly scent, on his hands that map out my body. On his huge cock in my mouth.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come…” He groans. “I’m gonna come down your throat. You’re going to swallow every drop and prove to me that you can be a good girl.”
I nod my head as much as I can. His hands land on the back of my head, holding me still while he thrusts his length into my mouth three more times. I gag as he goes all the way down my throat, but I manage to remain calm, knowing that he is close and that the moment is almost over. Then, with one final thrust, I feel his warm release shoot down my throat.
His whole body tenses, and a loud groan fills the car. When he releases me, I lift my head, his cock sliding out and over my tongue, leaving behind a salty taste.
Sitting up, I move back a hair. With my hands in my lap, I just stare at him, taking in his body. He’s breathing heavy, his face and body are relaxed though, and I remember how I felt after they made me come. Like I was a feather floating down from heaven. Cameron’s eyes lift to mine, a euphoric fog clouding them. He looks so beautiful, so perfect, and less like the cruel evil monster I know he is.
Lifting his hand, I almost flinch away, but then realize he doesn’t intend to hurt me, he just wants to touch me, and so I let him cradle my face in the palm of his hand. Our eyes lock together, and he runs his thumb over my lip, wiping most likely his rele
ase away.
“Do you get it now?” he asks, his voice sleepy. “As long as you do as we say, we’ll give you pleasure. Fuck up, and don’t follow directions, and we will take from you. You do for us; we do for you.”
I nod because saying no won’t change anything. I’m at their mercy now. The best thing for me to do is do as they say, and hope Grams and I come out of this okay. Eventually, they’ll get tired of harassing me, right?
Then I remember what I saw earlier today.
“Someone was hanging up flyers about that guy. You know the guy…”
“Yes, we know. You don’t have to worry about that though,” Cam brushes it off, but I don’t believe him. How can I not worry about that? People are looking for him, people who clearly loved him and I have answers.
“Now, off you go, Grams is waiting.” He shoos me away while tucking himself back into his pants. “Oh, and one more thing…” Darkness flickers in his eyes, “Don’t you dare go home and make yourself come. Only we get to make you come. Pleasure yourself, and you’ll regret it.”
“I wasn’t going to,” I lie.
I was definitely going to, and I still just might.
8
Easton
“You did what?” I can’t believe this fucker.
“Calm down, it was just a blowjob,” Cameron tells me like it’s not a big deal. We’ve shared countless times before, but for some reason, the fact that he got his dick sucked by her without me being their speaks of betrayal, which makes zero sense to me because the girl means nothing to either of us.
“Just a blowjob?” I almost laugh, “One that I wasn’t part of. And after you gave me that big huge speech about her being a good girl and not being ready.” I can’t believe this fool.
“She wasn’t ready that night, not for both of us, plus, she didn’t listen to me, which is grounds for punishment to begin with. Also, I’m not gonna fuck her at her grams’ place. I’m kinky, but that shit is even too much for me.”
“At least tell me how it was, asshole.”
“It was… heaven. She is so… innocent.” He licks his lips, his eyes unfocused like he is remembering everything. I’ve never wanted to punch my friend in the face as much as I do right now.
“I’m popping her cherry,” I announce, “you got her mouth first, so I get to fuck her cunt first.” Maybe that’s the better deal anyway. I’ll get to make her bleed, feel her slick heat squeeze around me, be the first man to give her an orgasm with a cock.
“Fine, I’ll get her ass then,” Cam grins. Fuck, I want that too.
“I guess,” I reluctantly agree because I know I can’t have both even though I want both. I’m a greedy fucker when it comes to this girl. I look for her as we sit in the cafeteria, our trays of food sitting in front of us remain untouched. Though the food here is pretty good, I don’t often eat it. I usually come into the cafeteria to socialize and pick up girls, but as of recently, to keep an eye on Stella.
“Hey, dude,” Parker Rothschild king of Blackthorn greets as he takes a seat in front of us, his girlfriend, Willow in tow. Though he’s more Warren’s friend then ours, we’ve all grown a little closer over the last couple of months.
“Hey,” Cam replies, while I just give him a head nod.
“What’s up?” Parker questions. Willow gives both Cam and I a soft smile as she takes the seat next to him. Sometimes I wonder how an asshole like Parker got a pretty, sweet girl like her. They seem like complete opposites in every way.
“Nothing, what’s up with you?” I counter, reaching for my soda, the only thing I’ve opened on my tray.
Warren takes that moment to walk up and slap my shoulder, almost knocking the soda out of my hand. “Watch it, asshole.”
“Well, hello to you too,” Warren says, all cheerful as he sits down. Warren, Parker, and Willow break into small talk while Cam and I sit in silence, both watching the kitchen door for any movement.
A few moments later, Harper, Warren’s girlfriend, joins the table.
“Hey, babe,” he greets her. We all look up and find Harper, who looks to be anything but happy standing beside the table. Matter of fact, she looks like she’s in shock as she sits down next to him. “What’s going on? Why do you look like you’re going to be sick?” he asks, concern etched into his features. Warren doesn’t care about anyone, but if I had to guess, I would say he cares about Harper, even if he denies it.
“Did you do it?” she asks.
Warren’s face morphs into confusion, “What are you talking about?”
She points to the nearest flyer, and I immediately know what she is talking about. James.
“I don’t know what that’s about. Parker took care of him.” Warren looks over to Parker, giving him a hard stare.
“If this is about James going missing, I don’t know what the hell happened. I waited until he woke up, and then I told him to go home. He was disoriented and could barely walk but he got up and started walking away.” He is only half lying. Yes, James was still alive when Parker left. But he also called us to make sure James got home and kept his mouth shut, which didn’t end the way it was supposed to.
“You think you can just rape Warren’s girl? Harassing her? Drug her?” Cam punches James in the stomach, and he doubles over. A gargled response passes his lips, but neither of us care about his answer.
Cam’s dad has been looking for a reason to jail this fucker forever. Today’s his lucky day, I guess. I watch as he tetters on his feet like a skyscraper that’s ready to topple over.
“It’s time someone taught you a lesson,” I growl and flex my hand, opening and closing it before forming a perfect fist. He continues to stumble away from us, but we’ve already smelt his blood, and like lions cornering a wounded animal, we won’t stop until we’ve had our share.
Pulling my hand back, I punch the bastard in the face one last time. He sways unsteadily, and as if time slows down, I watch him fall backward. My eyes move to the large metal dumpster that he’s headed toward, and before I can make a move to stop him, the side of his head cracks against the edge of it.
I know without question, there is no coming back from that. His entire body slumps to the ground, the essence of life leaving his body. I look to Cam, who is just staring at James’s unmoving body. Deep down, I know I should feel something, but I don’t. I don’t feel anything for him, not remorse, not anger, or even fear.
“Are you sure?” Harper whispers so only our table can hear. Her soft voice drags me out of the memory from that night.
Parker leans across the table, “Yes, I’m sure.”
“Well, forgive me if I jump to conclusions,” she rolls her eyes at him.
“I’m an asshole, sweetheart, but not a killer,” Warren whispers into Harper’s ear. “Plus, I was with you all night, tending to your hands and knees.”
“What happened to him then?” Harper questions once more.
Why can’t she just let this go?
“Maybe he got eaten by wolves,” I suggest, trying to make light of the situation.
“Doubtful,” Warren replies, rubbing at his chin.
“I can have someone check the video surveillance and see what happened after he walked off? But I’m pretty sure the police already took a look at it, so if they didn’t find anything, I doubt we will,” Parker suggests.
They won’t find any video surveillance. Cameron’s dad made sure it got destroyed. Perks of being the chief of police.
“Yeah, let’s do that. I would still feel better if I knew,” Harper says, and I almost shake my head at her. Stupid girl. She shouldn’t care about James, not after what he did to her.
“What you mean is, you would rather make sure I’m not lying to you?” Warren snaps.
“I didn’t mean it like that,” Harper starts to defend herself. I choose to make my opinion known.
“Why do you even care, Harper? I heard what he did to you. Warren told us. If anyone should want him to disappear, it should be you.” I pipe up, saying
out loud what I was thinking myself.
“I’m just worried. I thought maybe you guys did something, but now that I know you didn’t, I wonder if something else happened to him. I know what he did was fucked up, but that doesn’t mean we have to be as ruthless as he was.”
That’s where she is wrong. We need to be more ruthless than the real evil in the world because they are not playing by the rules either, and someone needs to keep them in line.
“If there is anything to be found, the police will find it. No point in worrying over nothing.” Parker shrugs, ending the conversation.
Warren, Parker, and their girls sit and talk with us for a little bit longer before they all leave. Cam and I, of course, stay behind until we are the last people in the cafeteria.
“I’m tired of waiting, let’s go back there,” Cam nudges me in the side, and I couldn’t agree more. Patience isn’t really my strongest asset, and I’ve been hungry for Stella all day. Together we get up and head for the door behind the counter.
As soon as we enter the kitchen, we can hear voices carrying through the large space.
“But I need this job,” Stella pleads, desperation coating her voice. Immediately my blood starts to boil. The only people she should be pleading with is Cam and me.
“Maybe you should have been better at your job then. You’ve been fucking up daily, and you’ve been late multiple times now.” An accusing voice meets my ear. It’s the same fucker who yelled at her before. Her boss. I clench my hands into tight fists as I walk deeper into the kitchen with Cameron right behind me.
“Please, I’ve only been late twice, and I made up that time on the same day, and I’m sorry about making all the mistakes and leaving the garbage outside the dumpster. I promise it won’t happen again.”
We step around the corner, and I spot Stella, who is in the far right corner of the room. The guy she is talking to looms over her, and it takes everything inside of me not to fucking walk right over there and shove him backward.