Page 23 of Unspoken Truths

Five minutes of silence is enough for me to begin to lose my patience. However, the best way to get what you want is to let them fill the silence. Never bend, ever.

“What… how am I supposed to slap my pussy?” she asks so softly I almost don’t hear her.

“Find your ruler,” I purr, smirking. “Spread those thighs wide, heels up on your desk. Five slaps and then we’ll talk.”

She hits herself hard, making my chest heavy as I fuck my hand. I wish I was watching her, her breathy little half screams ambrosia to my ears. Biting down hard on my bottom lip, my vision almost whites out completely as I come, making a mess of my hand and stomach.

Ropes of cum even make it to my chest, my body shuddering with the force of my orgasm.

Breathing hard, I mute the phone as I grab tissues to clean myself up with. Miss Hailey is lost to the feelings of punishment, whimpering and moaning as she continues. She follows directions so well.

Unmuting myself, I say, “Bad girls aren’t supposed to enjoy their punishment quite so much. This is obviously not working. You have three seconds to agree to what I want or I’m sending out that video. The full one where you beg me to fuck your ass and fill you full of cum.”

She’s a nasty little slut, which works for my purposes just fine. I bet she’ll still let me fuck her even after all of this. The woman is gagging for my dick.

“No, Theo,” she cries. “I could lose my job!”

“You’re definitely losing it if you don’t do this,” I remind her. “I already have someone to pin this on, anyway. You’re perfectly safe. All you have to do is say yes, and I’ll send you the file you’ll need. Are you ready to be my good girl?”

I can hear her crying, but I’d bet her pussy is as wet as the crocodile tears currently sliding down her cheeks. I wait her out as the waterworks begin to slow down, knowing she’ll make the correct decision.

“Send it,” she whispers.

“That’s my good girl,” I say, hanging up and I send her the file.

Feeling a bubble of elation, I text Jared back.

Me:

I got it. School is going to be really interesting tomorrow.

Jared:

Is it tomorrow yet?

God,I wish. I can’t fucking wait.

CHAPTER5

RACHELLE

Liliana is singing as we drive to school today, and the windows are cracked open. She seems in high spirits, hyped about the release of the newspaper. It releases every other Thursday, and typically has news stories about what is happening around school.

It’s clear that this is her baby, and she manages everything about it.

TheDarkest Nightsis playing on her playlist, and Lennon is singing her heart out. These songs get me through the really rough spots in my life, playing when the world is so dark that all I can do is cut until things get quiet and peaceful.

I’ve been marked safe from cutting for four months, I haven’t needed it, but I keep my supplies hidden in my bathroom. There’s gauze, tape, and cohesive bandage tape now hiding in a pocket of my backpack again, something I didn’t think I’d need to have at school.

The noise has been loud in my head, the stares intense, and it’s only my third day of school. My emotional support kit has made it back into my life, which doesn’t bode well for the rest of the year. I refused to pack the razors because that seemed like too much of a temptation.

The knife is in its place around my thigh, my stun gun in its hidden pocket. I’m as ready as I possibly can be today.

As Liliana and I get out of the car once we arrive at school, I bite my lip as I look around.

It’s just another day. It only feels as if they’re all looking at me.

“Ignore them,” Liliana says, grabbing my hand. “If we had more new students, you wouldn’t garner so much attention.”

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