Page 24 of Calling Her Bluff

Yes… yes, that was exactly how she felt. She was trapped in this world where her parents dictated most of her life, her manners had to be demure and perfect, and sheappearedfree to do whatever she wanted. Yet she’d never felt freer than when Todd had her tied down to his bed.

* * *

Allison banged her head on the library table. She’d been typing away on her laptop in the secluded Sports Section where she’d once sucked Todd off, but she was having more and more trouble concentrating. It wasn’t that she wasn’t interested in her paper aboutThe Monk, but it was giving her a lot of thoughts she wasn’t sure she wanted to have.

The main character, Ambrosio, started out the book innocent, but he becomes more and more depraved, sinking deeper into temptation, lust, and sin as the book continued. If that wasn’t a metaphor for her life, what was? He had resisted, at first, but was eventually overcome by his lust, and by the time he raped Antonia, he was participating wholeheartedly in the sorcery of Matilda. Was Todd her Matilda? She was being ‘forced,’ so to speak, because it had always been her fantasy. Maybe Ambrosio had had fantasies about being forced out of his virtuous lifestyle and being able to indulge himself the way he’d always wanted to.

That wasn’t what Allison truly wanted. If she had to admit her wildest fantasy to herself now, it was Todd and her as a couple—a couple having wild, rough, depraved sex, but a couple. Monogamy. The outward exterior of normalcy she’d always maintained, while behind closed doors, he’d tie her up, spank her, and fuck her ass. Even just thinking about it made her shiver with excitement. Sometimes, she even thought that Todd might feel the same way, although he was unwilling to admit it.

There had been some jealousy in his eyes when he’d shared her with Chad, although maybe she’d just imagined that out of wishful thinking. It had to be wishful thinking, didn’t it? What was wrong with her that she was falling for a guy that used her for sex?

Allison glanced at her computer screen and groaned. She had wasted another half an hour, doing nothing but fantasizing about Todd, wishing he wanted her for more than sex, and pondering her own depravity. This was not the first time that had happened tonight, and she only had tonight and tomorrow to write ten more pages for her paper. Tonight, she had averaged one half-assed page per hour. Pathetic.

Heat blossomed between her legs as a presence leaned against her back, and Allison’s lips parted automatically.

Oh, God.

“Well, well, Princess,” Todd murmured in her ear, a low sexy murmur that tightened things inside her gut and made her think of ropes, sex, and exquisite pain. “I never thought I’d see you in this part of the library again.” His hand rested on her shoulder and began to drift down to her breast. Allison sat up straighter, helping him reach her more sensitive region faster. When his hand slipped inside the curved neckline of her shirt, his fingers reaching into her bra for her nipple, Allison felt like panting.

He was standing behind her—big, dominant, and everything her body yearned for. Maybe her heart, too? Tilting her head back, she looked up at him and saw lust and possession in his eyes as he stared down at her. The way he looked at her made her feel owned, and she loved it. Was she willing to buck her parent’s disapproval to date him? Not that he’d asked. Damnit. His fingers tightened down on her nipple, and she moaned, squeezing her thighs together as her pussy ached for him.

“Todd,” she said, her voice breathy. He answered her with a low growl. Cupping his hand under her chin, he pulled her head back, and his lips descended roughly on hers, taking away her breath.

Yes, yes, yes, yes!

This was what she wanted—this wanton creature, unleashed and exploring, having her desires fulfilled. Todd’s tongue invaded her mouth, his lips rough. She clutched the seat she was sitting on, giving in to his dominance over her body, allowing him to maneuver her head how he wanted as they kissed.

When he pulled away, Allison wanted to grab him… no, have him grab her, throw her on the ground, and do her right here on the floor of the library. Or maybe throw her across the table and take her from behind. Or... she let out a whimper, crossing her legs as her pussy spasmed. She couldn’t think about anything but sex and the roguish dark eyes boring into her.

“So eager for me, Princess?” He sounded amused, which infuriated her. Even with the bulging tent in his pants, clearly visible as he sidled around her, so he was leaning on the desk, his hips at the perfect height for her to lean forward and… ahem. Enough of that. She was mad, damnit! He should be thinking the same lustful thoughts he inspired, not amused at her desire for him, which was now being consumed by a desire to put him in his place. Instead of answering him, she just glared. At her usual loss for words, Todd said something blatant and not entirely socially appropriate. With him, her good manners weren’t an asset.

“So, Princess,” he said conversationally. “Two more dates? Is there anything, in particular, you’d like to repeat?”

Several things actually—their first dinner together, which had almost felt like a real date, the exquisite burn of anal sex, tied up and vulnerable for him—but that’s not what came out of her mouth.

“Being shared,” she purred, her eyes flashing with challenge. “Isn’t that what you frat boys like to do? Gang up on a girl?”

Todd’s mouth tightened. “If that’s what you want, I can certainly arrange it.”

He walked away stiffly before she could say anything. She couldn’t go running after him or call his name, begging him not to share her with other men. Allison buried her face in her hands. Why had she said that? Partly to piss him off, maybe a little just to see his reaction, to see if he’d be jealous, the way she thought he might have been when he shared her with Chad.

Was he jealous? Or was it just male pride because she’d insinuated he wasn’t man enough for her?

* * *

“So, that’s what happened,” she told Diana, later that night, sighing woefully. She’d had plenty of time to think after Todd had left and sincerely regretted her rash words and request. “I can’t believe I said that to him.”

“I can,” Diana laughed, her voice echoing a little over the phone. “He was kind of asking for it. At least now you know he’s jealous about you wanting to be with other guys.”

“That or I bruised his pride.” Allison made a face at herself in the mirror. Not long ago, she would have never thought of sitting naked, talking to someone on the phone, but it really didn’t matter since it wasn’t as if Diana could see her. She felt so comfortable around Diana, maybe she wouldn’t care about being naked in front of her, either. So many social conventions just didn’t bother her as they should anymore.

Her rebellious side was stirring close to the surface. Thank God for Diana, or she’d go crazy. The two of them were becoming close, texting throughout the day, and this was the second time they’d talked on the phone this week already. There wasn’t anyone else who understood.

“I’m rather envious,” Diana said. “I’ve always wondered what being with two guys would be like. I wonder who Todd will choose.”

“If it’s Chad, feel free to come along,” Allison said dryly.

Diana laughed. “Thanks for the invitation, but I actually have my own date this Friday.”

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