Page 57 of Dare To Break

“Lick.”

Her tongue touches the pad of my finger, barely there, the lightest of touches.

I’m taking a risk. A quick glance at my watch shows me the numbers have turned red. That means I have less than two minutes before her alarm goes off. But I can’t help it. I need to see how far I can push.

“Like you mean it, Kitten.” I tap her bottom lip again.

Her tongue finds my finger, licks over the top and I slowly push it into her mouth.

“Suck.”

She swallows, and I’m positive nerves are the reason. I tut beside her ear. “I said suck, not swallow. Swallowing comes later.”

Her sharp intake of breath tells me she understood the innuendo, but her tongue wraps around my finger, and laps at it while her lips seal themselves around it. There’s a slight pressure as she sucks, as though through a straw, and pulls it deeper into her mouth.

I brush my cheek against her hair. “Good girl.”

She trembles. I smile, pull my finger from between her lips until she lets go with an audible pop, and step back.

“One minute to go, Kitten. You’ve done well. Get ready to play again.”

Chapter 37

Arabella

“Good girl.” The voice is a rough whisper. “One minute to go, Kitten. You’ve done well. Get ready to play again.”

The aroma of peppermint teases my nose. Just a hint of it on his breath.

Warmth engulfs me at the praise and the nickname. Swallowing hard, my lips are still tingling from his touch. The sensation of the finger I’d sucked still in my mouth. I shiver, aware of how close he is, even if I can’t see him.

This isn’t just a piece of paper tucked in my locker anymore. There’s a living, breathing person standing in front of me. A voice to go with the dares. The reality of it crashes through me, and I freeze in place. A mass of feelings are in my stomach, a mix of fear and adrenaline. Shifting on the bench, I’m aware of the wetness in my panties and the throbbing in my groin.

He could do anything he wants to me. I’m sitting here blind, away from the school, in the middle of the night. The knowledge is both scary and arousing.

He touched me. Who is he? I don’t recognize the voice. Why am I so turned on? What the hell is wrong with me? I don’t even know what he looks like. I should be running back to the school without looking back.

Yet even knowing all that, I’m held spellbound by his whisper.

I hold my breath and listen closely. A twig snaps to my right, and then everything goes silent.

Is he gone?

My phone alarm chirps, making me jump. “Shit.”

I rip off the blindfold, reach for it and end the sound before it can draw unwanted attention. I scan the darkness but see no signs of anyone.

What now?

My silent question is answered when I spot the small black box next to me on the bench. Using the flashlight function on my phone, I use it to give me a little more light. I take off the lid and examine the inside of the box.

A cheap-looking phone and charger are nestled at the bottom, and a note has been tucked in between them. I take it out and read the message waiting for me.

Turn on the phone.

I lift the device out of the box, it takes me a second to find the on button. As the screen springs to life, a text message appears.

Unknown number: Green to continue. Red to stop. Say your answer out loud now.

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