“Your filthy pussy is dirtying my belt.”
“My filthy pussy is dirtying your pants,” I shot back.
Thwap!
“What’s this?” Legend traipsed into the living room. “A snack before breakfast.”
He dropped down next to me. “Don’t mind me. Continue with what you’re doing.”
Before I comprehended what was happening, Legend slipped my boob free and sucked my nipple between his teeth.
My mouth froze in an “o,” shock trapping the moan just short of freedom.
For years, I hitched a ride on Gran’s trips to the factory to sneak glances at Legend St. James. A face from a magazine. The kind of affable charm that came from something more than confidence. Not for a second did I delude myself that I had a chance with a guy who couldn’t be bothered to remember my face or name.
I was quite content with those stolen glances, and then just my fantasies when it became clear Legend was someone I needed to stay far away from.
And now here we are, and the guy who didn’t give a shit about my existence a week ago is tormenting me with an expert tongue.
“Legend, wait. I can’t.”
Thwap!
“Oh,” Legend said. “How rude of me. How’s that?”
Legend found my clit. He rolled it between fingers more calloused than a rich boy’s should be. The deceptive bastard ripped a moan from me that ended in a scream with my eleventh slap.
Another strike of the belt knocked me to the edge. Any more of this and my humiliation would be crowned for the enjoyment of all witnesses.
I burned with shame. I was on my freaking hands and knees, collared and chained, while one enemy milked me like a cow and the other whipped me like a horse. I was, in every single sense of the word, their pet. Used, abused, and—
My heart shot in my throat.
—destined to be discarded.
“Was that what you were looking for?” Legend asked, the smirk plain in his voice. He sharply flicked my helpless bundle of nerves, sending a jolt that lifted me off my knees.
“No, you twisted, sadist fucks, that wasn’t what I was looking for. This is what you want and when are you going to have enough.” I spun on Jacques. “How many lessons will it take to train me? How long till you get bored of your little game?”
“Reason dictates you’ll soon find out.”
“Fuck you,” I hissed. “I hate you. All of you. I was willing to confess. I still am! That should be enough for you.”
“It’s not.”
Thwap!
My arms buckled. A wave of pain and pleasure bowling me over.
“You wait, Stone. Reason dictates consequences are coming for you too.”
He raised a single, dark brow. “Is that a threat?”
I burned a hole in his skull. “I don’t make threats anymore. False bravado is against the rules.”
The genius he was, he caught on to my meaning almost immediately.
The belt rose high to deliver its judgment. Defiant down to the last, I arched my back to meet it.
“Jacques.” Cairo strolled in dressed in the same clothes he made me take off the night before. “What did you do that’s got our pet so upset? I can hear her bitching you out from upstairs.”
“Whatever he did.” Jacques hadn’t stopped indulging his treat for a minute. “He should keep it up. I’m digging this delicious irony of her swearing she hates us, while her pussy’s so wet she’s got me drowning down here.”
Cairo paused, pouring his coffee. “Hates us, does she?”
A dangerous edge poisoned his tone. Shuddering, I almost broke and said I didn’t mean it.
Almost.
Why should he get assurances of my feelings for him when I’d get none in return? If Cairo, Jacques, Arsenio, Roan, and Legend did throw me out after getting their fill, I for fuck sure hated them.
“That’s right,” Legend crowed. He slipped two fingers inside me, finding that spot with expert precision. “Go on, de Souza. Tell me how we’re all going to pay for bringing the cowgirl out of the farm girl.”
“No.”
Legend’s fingers disappeared and his mouth followed. Jacques slid him out from under me.
“No, you don’t get to come, and don’t you dare touch yourself. Good pets get treats. Bad ones mouth off to the hand that beats them.”
“Shove a pineapple up your ass, Stone. If there’s room in there with the stick.”
His laugh was deep and throaty music. It made me want to curl up and purr, then kill him for having that effect on me.
Jacques slipped his belt on, denying me in every way.
“One,” he replied, and left me on the floor.
Shutting my eyes, I rested my forehead on the wood-mimicked plastic, sucking slow lungfuls to steady my heart. I don’t know why I kept goading Jacques. I’d been butting heads with the guy since he sat down next to me in class.
Something about him ignited a rarely used side of me. Watching him push around Professor Valdez and calling the first sorta friends I made clucking cattle, made me want to show the genius he wasn’t as smart as he thought. He certainly didn’t, and never would, know enough to break me.