Page 25 of Darkened Truths
My nipples pebble in my bra and my face flames at his request. I pant, blinking back unshed tears. My throat burns from holding them in. His green eyes have darkened, and his menacing stare sends a ripple of shivers down my spine. I break eye contact with him and stare down at the ground, thoughts warring in my mind. If I do this, it means nothing. I’m only trying to protect someone who’s innocent in a fucked up game. This whole thing is so messed up. Why isn’t anyone from the school stepping in? I can tell someone, though, after this is over. I could do this to save Derek, and then I can voice my concernswith the administration. It’s not the best plan, but it’s all I can do right now.
“If I do this, will you leave him alone?” I risk a glance up at him. His fists, clenched at his sides, remain still. His face is stoic, but the subtle twitch of his jaw and his flared nostrils are the only signs of his impatience.
He gives a barely noticeable shake of his head. “You’re in no position to make demands.”
I sigh, releasing a shaky breath, and swallow hard. “You’ll leave him alone, Julien. You’re mad at me. Not him.” I pause, knowing I’m going to regret this. “Use me instead.”
“Take me out and suck it,” he says through clenched teeth.
I inch closer on my knees, the twigs under the dried leaves biting into my skin. My hands shake as I reach out and pull him free of his trousers. His cock is hard, heavy and thick in my hand. My stomach flips, nerves and arousal pinging back and forth as I mentally prepare myself to do this. It’s so wrong to be turned on like this. I give him a few test strokes before I lick the tip teasingly. He sucks in a sharp breath and reaches down to put his hands on my head, lacing his fingers through my hair, gripping me firmly. My scalp tingles from his manhandling and I wince. I part my lips, taking a few inches of him deep in my throat before pulling off and stroking downward with my hand. He tastes salty and some precum leaks from the tip. I lick it off before sucking him deep again.
Arousal wins over anxiety, and my panties dampen as I keep going. Even with his fingers in my hair, he allows me control. I close my eyes, breathing deeply through my nose as I pull him to the back of my throat and try to swallow around him. I cough and gag as my eyes water and I pull off him, stoking him with my hand. In the back of my mind, I register how screwed up this is; him forcing me to suck him off. But for some messed up reason, Idon’t mind as much as I should. My body responds to him. Each suck and thrust makes me want him more.
“Fuuuck,” he groans, gripping my hair, and bats my hand off him. He holds me still as he rocks his hips forward, forcing me to take all of him. He’s big, so big, and each time he hits the back of my throat, I gag more, the tears running freely down my face now. I haven’t given many blow jobs, and definitely not like this. I’ve never allowed someone to use me without regard for what I want. And let’s be honest, Julien always had the upper hand, and he knew it. I put my hands on his thighs and dig my fingers into the hard muscles, concentrating on keeping the contents in my stomach as he controls my head. I lick all around him as he fucks my mouth with abandon.
“I’m gonna come, and you’re gonna swallow. Do you understand?”
I shake my head the best I can as I moan around him. Wanting to taste his salty essence. He’s like an aphrodisiac, made just for me. My nipples are painful under my shirt and bra, and tingles run through my body like I’ve been zapped. I suck harder as he holds me in place. I want this—need this.
He bucks into me two more times before he stills and empties himself down my throat. Trying to swallow around him and start coughing instead. I shove him away; the force causing him to take a few steps back, and gasp for breath, my chest heaving. I’m aware enough to know he’s tucking himself back in, but he makes no move to check if I’m okay or to help me stand. When I blink my watery eyes up at him, he glares down at me. There’s no hint of remorse on his features.
“Get to class.”
“Wait.” I reach out to him in a desperate attempt for answers. “Will you leave Derek alone now?”
He offers that dark smile of his again, and his eyes glint with mischief. “I already sent him on his way.”
His words are like a blow to the gut. They knock me down, and I sink lower on my knees as my chin trembles and my breathing hitches. I fight down a sob that wants to break free and quickly rub the water under my eyes as a frown settles deep on my face.
He tricked me.
Julien had no intention of hurting Derek more; and I played right into his hand. This was another way to knock me down, to show me he’s more powerful, better at playing this wretched game than I am. How could I be such an idiot? He pulls his phone out and turns the volume up, my breathy moans filling the space between us. Then turns it around and I see myself on video sucking him deep, lost in the moment. Tiny moans of pleasure come through the speaker and his groan of pleasure makes my face flame.
He squats down into my line of sight and grabs my face roughly between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing enough to pucker my lips. “Love my souvenir. Step out of line again and I’ll send it to the fucking school with a note about the services you offer. You’ll have men lined up around the block to get a piece of you.” He drops his hand like I’m a piece of trash and stands straight, towering over my petite frame. “And I’ll charge a fee. You’ll be a true whore in no time.”
And then he walks away, leaving me dirty, on my knees, and sick to my stomach.
I’m not sure how long I stay like that, tears dripping on my legs as I try to keep quiet. The panic attack passed a few minutes ago, but I can’t seem to get myself to move. I have my knees pulledup to my chest and my arms wrapped tightly around them. How long could I stay here until someone comes looking for me? Would anyone actually care if I went missing? IF I go back to my room, I can bury my head under my covers. I’m such a fucking fool to take them on. I should have tucked my tail and kept my head down like my plan was from the start.
After a while, I hear leaves crunching behind me, the unmistakable sound of footfalls. I don’t have the will to move, so I just keep my chin tucked on my knees and pretend I don’t hear him. It’s not Julien. There’s no way he would stick around. And Derek is long gone. I don’t think he would be chivalrous enough to come find me after the crap I put him through. So that leaves Wesley.
“Riley, let me help you.” Wesley says as he extends his hand in front of me.
THIRTEEN
WESLEY
She glances at my hand but ignores me and stays on the ground, looking anywhere but at me. I need to get her to class, or Julien is going to wonder what the hell happened to us. I waited and watched from a distance as she broke quietly. Her silent screams twisted my gut into knots. But I let her suffer through it alone. Riley is as messed up as the rest of us. Where we suppress everything, she lets it out in the most agonizing way. Painfully, and on full display. I wait patiently, but she doesn’t move.
“Are you the start of the line?” she asks, defeated, keeping her eyes trained on the ground.
Start of the line?What’s that about?“What are you talking about, Hellcat?”
She scoffs and shakes her head in disbelief. “Like you don’t know.”
“Pretend I don’t,” I deadpan, staring down at her.
“Julien made me suck his dick, and he filmed it. Said he’ll release the video to the school if I don’t toe the line.”
