Page 71 of Dare To Break

“Such a good girl for us,” I whisper and rise to my feet. “Go back to your dorm, Kitten. Stay exactly how you are. Come back for your clothes in the morning. Don’t cover yourself. When you get back to your room, check your messages. I have one more thing for you to do tonight.”

I bend to take her nipple into my mouth once more, licking and sucking at it until her fingers clutch at my arm. My lips kiss a path to the soft underside of her breast, and I suck hard until I am certain I’ve left a mark, then I let her go.

Kellan does the same to her other breast, only his mark is higher, above her nipple.

“Something to remember us by.” I take another photograph. “Count to thirty, then take off your blindfold and leave.”

“What if someone sees me?”

“Let them. You’re a good girl, remember, and you want to please me … don’t you?”

Her throat moves as she swallows, but then she nods. I squeeze her breast.

“Good girl.”

Part of me, the part that wants to punish her for coming into my family, hopes security sees her and reports her to the principal. But there’s another part that wants to keep this going, that wants to bend her over the bench and fuck her. And I’m not sure which side of me I want to win.

Chapter 47

Arabella

My stomach flips as the fingers around my breast squeeze. I can still feel the heat of their wet mouths on my nipples, against my pussy through the lace of my panties. My legs are weak, and my head spins with overwhelming sensations.

He’s not alone.

There’s someone else with him.

Why am I standing here letting them touch me?

Memories stir at the back of my mind. Dreams in the dark that left me sweat soaked and panting. Fantasies I’ve admitted to no one.

A hand gently pushes me back, forcing me to let go of his arm. The sudden loss has a needy little whimper escaping from my throat.

Someone chuckles.

I can’t stop shaking, and it’s not entirely because of the cold. My body is buzzing and tingling. I remain still, trapped in a daze, my arms feel heavy at my sides.

I’m not sure how long I stand there, breasts bare, breathing raggedly, when I hear the phone vibrate on the bench. I hesitate for a second, before I slip off the blindfold, and pull up the straps of the bra. Once I’m covered, I pick up the phone.

Unknown number: Time’s up, Kitten. Remember to leave your clothes there and go back to the dorm as you are.

The sudden weight in my chest is so heavy it almost hurts to breathe as I reply to his instructions.

Me: I’ll need my bag as it has my key and my shoes.

A second later, he gives me his answer.

Unknown number: Take the bag and go barefoot.

My pulse picks up again.

Me: That’s not fair.

Unknown number: Obeying is part of the dare. You want to obey, don’t you, Kitten? You like doing as you’re told. Are you going to continue being my good girl?

My head swims, and a flare of anxiety fades as eagerness to please zips through my veins. Folding my clothes, I leave them in a pile on top of my sneakers under the bench. I clip the fanny pack around my waist and stash the phone in the pouch with the blindfold and zip it up.

Arms wrapped around my upper half for protection against the breeze, I move slowly onto the path. I have to concentrate on where I’m going, my bare feet finding twigs and rocks.

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