“Don’t talk to her like that,” Dex snaps at the girl. “You know your place. Don’t embarrass yourself.”
“Yes, I’m sorry.” She’s instantly sheepish, and it makes me feel smug as hell.
“Here’s what we’re going to do,” Dexter drawls out. “You’re going to come and sit on your knees right here, next to me.”
He taps his foot against the classroom floor.
“And my good friend Audra…”
At this, he points to the stunning blonde. She returns my gaze defiantly, turning her nose up at me as if she’s smelled something bad.
“She is going to be right next to you. She’s got some lessons to teach you.”
“Lessons?” I ask. “I doubt she could teach me anything. Unless the class is called Slut 101?”
Audra grimaces at me and I mentally high-five myself. But Dexter merely laughs out loud, tapping his fingers on his chin and getting comfortable in the throne-like chair.
“You think you’re funny, don’t you, toy? You don’t know how right you are. Now come here.”
He taps his knee and I glare at him.
“Get over here, Pandora. Right the fuck now.”
His words compel me, and my feet move of their own accord. His voice is my weakness. Something about that low growl of his turns me helpless. I don’t stop moving until I’m standing inches away from the throne. His fingers go to my thigh, touching the skin there gently. He’s examining me, searching me for…
My eyes snap to his when I realize what he’s doing. He’s trying to find out if my father’s hurt me again. He already told me he’s going to be the only one to do that. Guess he wasn’t fucking kidding.
“Kneel,” he mutters, his eyes going to mine as he beckons me to my knees. “Now, toy.”
My knees buckle and I drop to the floor, trying not to wince when I hit the hard surface. I’m desperate already. This boy turns me into a whimpering, desperate mess, and he knows it. Even if I hadn’t made him that promise at my party, I’d still be doing anything he wanted. And his leering smile tells me he knows just what I’ve finally figured out for myself.
“Oh, look at you, little toy.”
His voice is soft as he reaches out to caress my cheek.
“You’re not as stupid as I thought, are you?”
I look away, feeling defeated, and he laughs at me.
“Audra, get the fuck over here. And pull your dress up. I want to see that pussy first.”
His words send jolts of electricity through my body, and I hate him for what he’s capable of doing to me. I look back at Audra, who has now sauntered closer and is pulling up the skintight excuse she calls a dress. No panties. Of-fucking-course.
Her pussy is waxed. There’s not a hair in sight – she’s smooth, silky and beautiful. Dex groans at the sight of her, and a wave of jealousy washes over me. I try not to acknowledge it, but I have the sinking feeling he sees everything that’s going on in my head, like some twisted mind-reader.
"See how well she takes care of herself?" Dexter mutters, extending a hand and running his fingertips over Audra's exposed pussy.
"I want yours like this at all times. I like them shaved so I can see exactly what I'm doing to you. You want to be a good girl, don't you?"
I just stare at him with contempt, refusing to give him an answer, and it makes him laugh in my face.
"You're going to get trained," he tells me. "You may be an ungrateful little bitch now, but I'll make sure you know how to act for me sooner or later, little toy. Now come sit by me, both of you."
She approaches with slow measured footsteps, and Audra sinks to her knees in front of my fiancé, her adoring eyes glued to his.
When I see her following his orders like that, I decide to rebel. Not because I’m a glutton for punishment, but because I like to fuck with him, I cross my legs, and I can tell how much it pisses Dex off.
"Is that the proper way to sit around me?" he grits out. "On your knees, right the fuck now. Don't make me tell you twice."