"Remember," I remind her cruelly. "There will be no orgasms for you."
"W-What about you?" Her eyes meet mine over her shoulder, sending shivers down my spine. "Are you going to come?"
"Yes," I reply instantly, mentally reprimanding myself for letting that slip. But goddamn, I don't know anyone who would've been able to resist her. There's something so fucking irresistible about Pandora Oakes, I firmly believe she could have any man she wanted. The problem is, she's too fucking independent for her own good. She says she doesn't want anyone, but her pussy always manages to convince me that's a lie. "Feel me stretching you, Pandora? Try squeezing for me. Like you're milking me with that sweet little cunt. Go on, do it."
She moans, but follows my instructions, just like she always does. Her pussy muscles contract around my hard shaft and it takes everything in me not to bust in her right then and there.
"Holy fuck, toy," I breathe out with some trouble. "Fucking ride it now. I want you to do all the work like a good toy should, let me watch you fucking ride."
She whimpers, shyly bouncing her ass on me.
"That's it," I rasp. "Fucking harder, toy. Get that cock. Get what you need. Ride me. Milk me. Take it."
With every word that falls from my lips, she pushes down harder. My cock is fucking dripping with precome and Pandora's moaning at an unstoppable speed now, so very eager to be filled it makes me want to deny her for longer. I wish I could bottle up that sweet desperation, but now that she's officially my property, there's no need. I can have it whenever I want... and I don't see myself getting sick of it.
Ever.
"Such a good slut," I mutter in her ear. I keep her hair in my hand, twisted around my palm, and tug her head back so she's forced to look at me while arching her back. "Like that, fuck, yes, toy. Keep riding. Keep looking at me. Be a good toy for Sir."
She arches her back and keeps her eyes trained on mine as her pussy pumps around my cock and she eagerly awaits her prize.
"I know you can't resist me, Dex," she mutters.
"Sir," I hiss.
"Does it matter? All that matters is I'm the only one you're fucking these days..." She smirks, so deliciously evil. "You can't help yourself, Sir. You're fucking addicted..."
I growl and grab her by the throat with my other hand, beginning to drive into her deep and fast. She starts moaning, then whispering my name, then moaning for me to let her come. Her eyes are starting to roll back and she looks utterly helpless as I continue my assault on her willing body.
"Don't you dare come," I hiss in her ear. "Because I'll punish you so hard if you do..."
"Please!" The words is a broken whisper on her lips, making me drive into her even harder. "Let me, Dex, let me..."
"No. Fucking. Way." I punctuate each word with a thrust and Pandora screams, the sound the only push I need. I come inside her, flooding her warm pussy with my sticky juice and pulling out in time to spurt some onto her ass as well. I keep coming, spreading my fingers in the warm wetness and forcing them inside her ass. "You were such a good girl, toy... That tight little asshole deserves some too, don't you think?"
She cries in frustration. The sound is so fucking hot I could go again then and there, but I force myself to put my dick back in my pants, but not before ordering her to stay in her position. I grab my phone and snap some photos of her, making her turn to me with an enraged expression.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
"Making memories," I mutter, getting one with her come-covered ass and outraged, flushed face in the same shot. "You look pretty, don't worry."
"Fuck you." She gets up, grabbing her dress off the floor and covering herself up. "Get me a towel."
I laugh, motioning to her dress. "Wipe it with that, then put it back on. I want you smelling like me."
She looks horrified, but when she realizes I'm not about to help her out of her predicament, she finally does as she's told.
"Good toy." I kiss her on the lips then, gentle and sweet, like she deserves after that torture. "Looks like you earned your spot next to me tonight... As for tomorrow, I'll just have to think of a new way to torture you. You know what the best part is about that?"
I take a step forward, making her back up against the wall and caging her body beneath mine. Pandora lifts her eyes to mine expectantly, but I stop just inches away from her lips, taunting her with my answer.
"You can never run again..."
14
Pandora
That night, Dexter and I lie in bed together. I'm tempted to move closer. Maybe put my head on his chest. But his body language is closed-off, and he seems deep in thought. I flip through the pages of the book he picked out for me, my heart beating nervously with each page I turn.
"I wanted to show you something." The words slip from my lips before I can stop myself. Fuck. I'd hoped I would've been able to keep the secret for longer, but I need to talk to him, can't stand the silence, need his attention with such eagerness and desperation it thoroughly embarrasses me. Dex turns to face me, and I pull out my most prized possession from the handbag I've left on the nightstand.
Dex's eyes widen at the sight, and he asks, "Is that what I think it is?"
"It's a diary." I open the front page where the owner's name is proudly displayed in my predecessor's pretty handwriting. "Lily Anna's diary."
"I always knew she kept one," Dex mutters. "But I never found it after she... Can I see?"
Something fiercely protective takes over then, and I snap it shut, shaking my head.
"You know I could just take it from you, right?"
"But you won't," I say firmly. "Minnie gave it to me, not you, for a reason. And it has a lot of dirt on everyone, Dex... Like, a lot. There's stuff in here that could ruin some of the people of Eden Falls."
"What does it say about me?"
"Are you really so self-involved that's your first thought?" I can't help but laugh. "Weirdly, you're not in it. I think she ripped your page out."
"No," Dex mutters. "I did."
I watch, fascinated, as he gets up and picks up a book from the bookshelf in his room. He flips it open and reveals a page that perfectly matches the ones in the diary I'm holding. Dex hesitates, as if he isn't sure whether or not to show me the page. It makes me wonder just how damning the words are.
"Show me," I say lamely, and he ponders my words, then, surprisingly, offers me the page.
I take it.
The paper is covered from top to bottom, both sides scribbled on furiously. A drawing of a boy takes up most of the page. I didn't know Lily Anna was an artist, but it shows talent, and my fingertips glide over the pen lines, Dexter's name on top, a cigarette dangling from his full lips on the page.
"She was talented," I mutter.
"Very." His answer is matter-of-fact, devoid of emotion. "Aren't you going to read it?"
There isn't much text on the page. There are a bunch of lines of Lilly Anna writing her name down as Mrs. Oakes though, and the sight of them sends a jolt through my spine. I'm jealous, I realize. I'm jealous of the dead girl again.