Page 42 of Dare To Break

“I’ll be back.”

Kellan dashes to the window. “She did it?”

“She did. Keep watch. Flash the lights if someone is coming.”

I slip on my sneakers and leave the room.

The panties hang on the door handle to the gymnasium, and I laugh softly. White cotton, plain, no-nonsense. Just like the appearance she likes to give off. My fingers close around them and tug them off the door. I’m turning back to the dorm when the lights in our window flash.

Fuck.

Someone, probably security, is coming. If I’m caught out here, she might question it. I reach behind me for the door handle and push it down. There’s a soft click as the lock releases, and I step inside the room beyond.

The gymnasium is cool, quiet, and dark. That doesn’t bother me. The dark isn’t something to fear. I move deeper into the room and press against the wall beside one of the running machines. Security should only glance inside and then move on. Unless they shine their flashlight inside, they shouldn’t see me.

It doesn’t stop my heart from racing when the door opens, though, and I hold my breath and duck down. Sure enough, security doesn’t enter, and the door closes almost as quickly as it opened. I wait for another ten minutes before I leave, and, even then, I’m cautious as I open the door before slipping out and running across to the dorm building.

Kellan is pacing the floor when I finally walk back inside.

“What the fuck happened? I saw security and they stood outside for a couple of minutes before moving on.”

“They didn’t see me. It’s fine.” I pull the panties out of my pocket. “Little Ms. Perfect likes to do as she’s told.”

“Are they worn?”

I roll my eyes and toss them at him. He lifts them to his face and makes a display of sniffing at the crotch. “All I can smell is detergent.”

“Don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll get to smell her soon enough … direct from the source. Have you seen the way she’s all over Jace and his friends? Only a matter of time before she opens her legs in an all-access invitation.”

He tucks the panties beneath his pillow. I’m pretty sure I can guess what he’ll be doing with them once I’m out of the room. “What’s next?”

I grin. “Next, we reward her for being a good girl.”

“How?”

“You’ll see. Get some sleep. We have a busy day tomorrow.”

***

I wake from my dream with a start, one hand wrapped around my dick. A quick glance to the side tells me Kellan is still asleep, so I let my head fall back against the pillow and slowly pump up and down. My eyes slide closed, and I let my mind drift back to the dream that had woken me.

Arabella was on her knees, her mouth open and her tongue out. Her arms were behind her back, I wasn’t sure if they were bound or not, but the position pushed her breasts out. She wore the cotton panties that she’d left on the gymnasium door, but her legs were parted, and I could see the wet patch forming on them. I was standing in front of her, fisting my dick, stroking it while she waited patiently, her eyes following my every move.

I groan and throw my free arm over my face to muffle the sound. My grip tightens as I pump harder, faster, imagining my fingers are her mouth.

Will she swallow? Gag? Spit?

Maybe all three, but one thing is for certain, she’ll want to please. Her need to please is written all over her diary. Her excitement whenever anyone acknowledges something she’s done, praises her, compliments her.

I can use that. Twist the need until it burns like a compulsion through her veins. She’ll beg for praise, get wet for it, do anything for it by the time I’m done.

My nerves tighten, and my dick swells.

Was she wet when she did the dare last night? Did she go back to her room and slip her fingers beneath her panties? Did she make herself come reliving it? Was she expecting to find her underwear still hanging on the door for the school to see this morning? Did the thought of that excite her?

My orgasm hits, my hips jerking in time with my hand as I come, and I melt, almost boneless, against the mattress.

“That must have been some dream.” Kellan’s voice is amused.

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