Page 79 of Plaything

Letting the devil on my shoulder win, I rolled my hips into him, pushing him impossibly closer to me. To my satisfaction, a quiet, deep groan escaped him. He pulled away from my lips and gazed down at me, “That teasing is going to get you in trouble one day,” he cautioned.

I thought long and hard—inspired by Wyatt’s dick—about my following words. It wasn’t a secret to anyone what I wanted. I hadn’t been shy about my intentions; Dominic even felt the need to warn me about sliding him into me last night. The sooner they fuck me, the sooner they’d stop teasing me. Also, being a virgin when I didn’t want to be a virgin really bites.

Putting on false confidence and rehearsing my words before saying them, I smirked. “But that day isn’t today, is it, Wyatt?” I provoked. Intrigued, he tilted his head and watched me with darkening eyes. “It would be so easy for you to push my dress up and take me against the truck right now, wouldn’t it?” I continued, my heart hammering in my chest.

I watched as his eye-line dropped to my dress. His fingertips ran across the bottom of the dress as if he were about to test that theory. The desperation behind his eyes was evident, and I knew that I had won.

“But you won’t,” I said softly. “You four think you’re the ones torturing me by waiting.” My hand traveled down until I felt the hard bulge on his jeans, making his eyes snap back up to meet mine. “I’m clearly not the one struggling,” I finished.

Wyatt stared at me for a few seconds, a small smile slowly growing on his lips. A metaphorical red light flashed, telling me to retreat as fast as possible. Why was he smiling? He wasn’t supposed to smile at that. This was supposed to be a moment where he gave in and had a talk with the others about how their efforts to tease me were also teasing them, and in the end, they’d fuck me. He was supposed to look shocked, not smile.

I took a side step, getting out from between him and the truck. “Let’s go back inside before people get the wrong idea,” I suggested.

When I turned my back to him, I got as far as three steps away before his hand was wrapped around my throat, pulling me back.

I was pushed against the truck, the noise much louder than the actual impact of my body on it. His hand was firm—not painful as his face got close to mine.

“Baby, Baby, Baby,” he smirked, his tone noticeably darker. Hyde. “Who do you think you’re talking to?” He questioned, his free hand pulling the bottom of my dress over my hips without warning.

My eyes widened, my plan failing miserably. Every part of my body lit up in anticipation, not knowing how he was going to react.

His eyes roamed my features, enjoying the shock in my eyes. “Where’d that bravery go, huh?” He tilted his head. His hands weren’t gentle as he pushed my panties to the side, leaving me uncovered and bare to the night. “Let this be your first lesson, Baby. Don’t fuck with me,” he ordered.

His finger poked at my entrance, rubbing along it for a moment before he pushed the digit into me. He chuckled, “You’re drenched. Tell me again about how you’re not the one struggling,” he taunted.

I gasped as he added another finger, pushing both of them into me quickly. Pleasure rippled through me, quickly building inside me.

“Awe, Baby, look how easily you crumble,” he shook his head. “If you wanted to get off, all you have to do is ask. There’s no need to get bratty with me,” he smirked.

I closed my eyes, resting my head against the truck, his hand still around my throat, keeping me from moving. My teeth bit my lower lip, muffling my moans. The truck was blocking us from the view of the house, and music was playing, but I didn’t want to face the embarrassment of anyone witnessing this.

Wyatt clicked his tongue, “Look down,” he ordered. I opened my eyes, slowly looking between us, where his hand was moving between my legs. Two of his fingers were moving in and out of me, glistening in the moonlight. “Look at your little pussy, barely able to fit two fingers.”

I pressed my lips together, feeling an orgasm build every time he curled his fingers. I could feel myself squeezing him, but I felt no pain—the river between my legs was to thank for that.

My gaze flickered back to him as he spoke. “Next time you try to manipulate and tease your way into getting fucked, I want you to remember this,” he moved his fingers faster, gently squeezing my throat. “I don’t need my dick to fuck you, and I sure as shit don’t need it to teach you a lesson, do I?”

I shook my head as best as I could, “No,” I moaned my agreement, grinding my hips down on his hand.

He smirked, “You wanna cum, Baby?” He placed a gentle kiss on my lips.

I nodded, “Please,” I begged, feeling myself begin to unravel.

He sped up his movements, making my thighs clench around his hand. “That’s too bad,” he whispered against my lips before he pulled his hand away.

I cried out, my pussy throbbing, aching for a release. My mouth dropped open at the smugness on his expression. “Wyatt—”

He took his hand off my throat and carefully pulled my panties back in place and my dress down. The only evidence of what had happened was the pool between my legs, the aching in my core, and his wet fingers.

An innocent, Jekyll-esque smile replaced his evil one. “Let’s get back inside, Baby. We don’t want people getting the wrong idea,” he repeated my earlier words.

Defeated, I could only stare at my professor. He was supposed to be the easygoing one out of the four. Either I was wrong, or I was in for a shock with the other three.

The unsatisfied ache between my legs was almost painful. I knew I would think of little else for the rest of the night—and I was sure he was counting on it.

Wanting to keep the sliver of my dignity that remained, I straightened my dress, giving him a nod. Lesson learned. Don’t fuck with Wyatt.

“You’re evil,” I said honestly, but gave him a small smile. I tried playing checkers when he was playing chess; I could accept this loss.

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