Page 69 of Dare To Break

Me: Then the game is over, and you won’t hear from me again. Take off your sweats. Show me what you played with last night, then put on the panties. Or choose red, get dressed, put the cell on the bench and walk away.

I’m taking a risk, goading her, but I think I know how her mind works well enough by now to be confident in the choice she’s going to make.

She doesn’t move, doesn’t reply.

Me: Green or red, Kitten. Choose now.

Chapter 45

Arabella

Unknown number: Green or red, Kitten. Choose now.

My brain is frozen, and I can’t think beyond the pounding of my heart. I stare so hard down at the screen that it starts to blur before my eyes. Raising my head, I cast a glance around but see no one in the darkness.

How far away is he? It can’t be that close. How much of me can he see?

The last thought has the crotch of my sweats soaked and my stomach heaves with nerves.

He’s been watching me. Is it someone in my class? Another student or maybe a teacher? Could it be a security guy?

My attention darts back to the message on the screen. He wants an answer now.

Do I continue to play or stop? If I don’t do this, he’s going to walk away from the dares.

My hands feel clammy.

I haven’t been able to stop thinking about him since I heard his voice. Why not do it this once? Feed that little giddy whoosh of excitement that has me shaking. I can do it quickly. He didn’t put a time limit.

Licking my lips, I type my reply.

Me: Green.

Unknown number: Good girl.

My whole body flushes with warmth at the praise, and I almost drop the phone as I put it back on the bench. Biting my lip so hard it hurts, I toe out of my sneakers and peek around. Nothing stirs.

I can do this. I can do this. God, this is so embarrassing. I just have to be fast.

I count silently to ten before shoving my sweats down. Cool air rushes over my skin, sending goosebumps in its wake. There’s no finesse as I strip and tug them off my feet. My cheeks are on fire with embarrassment as the breeze tickles the sensitive flesh between my legs.

I face the direction he asked for a whole forty seconds, exposed and vulnerable, before I turn my back.

I feel around in the box, fist a piece of material and hold it up. In jerky movements, I bend, scrambling into the panties. They feel nice, the fabric caressing my skin, unlike the cheap cotton pairs I usually buy.

My phone vibrates on the bench, and I check it for messages.

Unknown number: That wasn’t much of a show, Kitten. You disappoint me.

Me: I’m sorry. I was nervous.

A lump wedges in my throat at his disapproval. I don’t want him to be angry with me. I’ve done what he asked. I’ve never been naked in front of anyone before. I’m tempted to type that truth to let him know, but I can’t. Miles and I are fake dating. It wouldn’t be right to give away that secret. I’ve made a promise and I need to keep it to my friend.

Unknown number: Next time you’ll do better. Sit down and put your blindfold on.

Sitting back down, I place the phone beside me. The wood of the bench is cold as it presses into the backs of my thighs. I shift at the discomfort and pluck the blindfold up from where I left it. I scan the dark around me again before slipping the material over my eyes. My other senses take over. The panties I’m wearing are already wet with my arousal. I can feel my nipples harden in the snug lace of the bra. Spine straight, I remain still, listening to the sounds around me.

A rustle comes from my left. Moving my head in the same direction, I strain my ears for any more noise. Something brushes against my shoulder, and I jump.

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