Page 104 of Redeemed

That sensation on my pussy isn’t from cool air blowing on it, nor is it from how cold it is in here. It’s because somehow, some sick, stupid part of me is enjoying this.

My bully for the past three years has me naked, collared, and with my legs forced apart for his viewing pleasure, andI’m getting wet from it.

I blink back tears of shame as Colton resumes his typing. I can’t cry, goddammit. If I do, he’ll notice me sniffling, and he’ll make fun of me. Or worse, he’ll scold me for it and think it’s a good enough excuse to punish me.

Desperately, I grasp for anything to distract myself with. My mind lands on the first happy memory it can find—a movie marathon weekend with Athelia during our freshman year. She found out I’d never heard of the Disney princesses—because of course I hadn’t—so we spent a whole Saturday and Sunday watching through their movies.

No. No, wait.

My heart breaks as I remember we’d decided to spend the weekend holed up in our dorm together to escape our bullies. It was a fun time, but it’s tainted by my fear of Colton, Lucas, and Xander. To be honest, most things that have to do with Pemberton are.

Any time we went out, no matter how hard we tried to hide, one of them always found us. Sticking together helped some—they were much more tame if they had a witness—but it was still humiliating. The only thing that kept us going was knowing that the second we graduated, we’d be free of them.

“Open your mouth,” Colton orders without looking up from his laptop.

His voice startles me, and I stare at him silently.What?Open my mouth? For what purpose?

Colton glances at me—to make sure I obeyed, I realize—and raises an eyebrow. “Now, slut.”

Hesitantly, I open my mouth. My mind spirals into thoughts of disgust, not just at Colton, but at myself. Because I’m letting this happen. I’m letting him degrade me. Letting him treat me like athinginstead of a human.

“Stick your tongue out, too.”

I groan. “Isn’t this already humiliating enough?”

“I decide that, not you. Now stick your fucking tongue out and keep it there.”

As I do, I go back to the only thing that’s given me hope over the years.

It’s only temporary.

It’s only temporary.

It’s only temporary.

Colton resumes typing away on his laptop. It feels stupid to have me standing here like this when he’s barely even looking at me, but I don’t dare move. I have my tongue out as far as it can go, too terrified of what Colton will do if he looks up and finds my mouth closed.

It doesn’t take long for my jaw to begin to ache, or for drool to drip down my chin and onto my chest. It only makes me more cold, but my mind is going numb, anyway. It’s the only way I can get through the humiliation.

By the time Colton closes his laptop, I don’t think I’m even feeling the pain anymore. It’s like my body has shut down to its most basic functions in a futile effort to protect whatever shred of dignity I still have left.

When I feel Colton’s hand on my calf, I look down in surprise. I remember him standing, but not him walking over to me. He’s gently undoing the straps on the spreader bar, and when he’s done, he sets it aside and stands.

“You’re dripping onto my floor,” he whispers before placing a lingering kiss right below my ear.

What?

I glance down to realize that a clear, glistening thread of my desire is dangling from in between my legs. There’s a spot on the floor where some of it has gathered, and my cheeks burn at the sight. There’s no denying the reaction my body had to this.

“Look at me.”

There’s something especially horrifying about making eye contact with Colton while drool is falling from my open mouth, but I find the strength to do it. His smile is one of victory. I’ve seen it before, but never when he had this much power over me. Now, his intentions are clear in the dark way he’s staring down at me.

He wants to devastate me so thoroughly that when he’s finished, there’s nothing of me left.

Colton hasn’t given me permission to close my mouth yet, and I’m too scared to ask if I can. So when he pulls me out of the corner, I stumble forward wordlessly.

“On your knees.”

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