Page 101 of Corrupt Me

Her face pales, terror striking her expression.

“Alice,” she says, disdain clinging to each letter, avenging me and trusting me completely.

After I realized what was happening, Alice insisted that no one would believe me, that it was consensual, and I had gotten hard, so of course I wanted it.

I squeeze my eyes shut for a moment. Reliving her fingers digging into my skin as she blew me makes me fucking nauseous. I can barely keep the bile from climbing up my throat. “I was sixteen the first time it happened.”

She swallows, her face contorted in shock. “Sixteen?”

I offer a small nod, letting out a dejected sound.

“That’s why you stiffened when I touched you the first time. I am so sorry.”

She sobs, and I wrap her in my arms. I don’t care about my anguish but wanting to mend hers.

“How can you even touch me?”

I grip her wrist, palming her hand on my cheek. “Don’t you ever say that. Never think that. Your touch has been the only one I’ve ever desired. I’ve never wanted anyone but you, Bailey.”

She calms down, and I brush her tears away with my thumb, continuing. “There were touches here and there long before that, playful innuendos and teasing. A horny teenager who found it hot that his mother’s best friend had a thing for him. I didn’t think much of it. She has been there for me since I can remember.”

“She groomed you.”

“I didn’t know it then. When I showed interest in girls, she said, ‘Let me teach you. I want only the best for you.’”

She cups her mouth. “Oh my god.”

“Then she called me to her house, telling me she needed me for something. I went, not thinking much of it. She had this black kimono on when she opened her door with nothing underneath. And before I could even think of protesting, she palmed my dick.” Bugs crawl up my skin, eating at my flesh. “I got an erection, but I pulled away and told her that we couldn’t do that. It didn’t feel right.”

“Because it wasn’t.”

“But she insisted that it was okay and that she loved me. She said she would teach me all the ways to please girls, so I would end up thanking her.” I gulp, swallowing back the rising bile. “The first time happened quickly. She dropped to her knees and sucked me off. It felt good… She always reminded me of how good she could make me feel. Two years. Each time I tried to end it, she said she would kill herself.”

I close my eyes, needing a moment to distance myself from those memories.

Bailey’s soft touch pulls me back from the past. Lifting my hand to her mouth, she kisses my palm sweetly. “She knew you lost your mother. She’s a fucking manipulative monster.”

“That’s the reason for my need to control. But that ended with you.”

“And with the other girls?” she asks in a meek, almost inaudible voice.

I palm her cheek, and she leans into my touch, both of us needing skin contact.

“I was hoping they could make me feel better, make me forget, but I couldn’t stand it when they touched me. They always reminded me of her, so I never let them do anything. It was all mechanical, using the lessons she taught me about a woman’s body, and soon I got that fucking reputation… In her frequent jealous outbursts, Alice would corner me. She even drugged me. One time, she spiked my drink, and I woke up bound to her bed. She forced me to come so many times my cock hurt. I threw up afterward, and she said that was my punishment for fucking someone other than her.”

Bailey’s hand trembles as she places it on mine, caressing me gently, anchoring me, and giving me the strength to let it all out.

“But that was my breaking point. I filmed her the next time. While she prepared the binds, I placed my phone on her nightstand to record her. I made her talk while telling her how I didn’t want this and never did. She laughed in my face, saying I was a good boy because I always come so hard for her. She also said if it weren’t for her I wouldn’t know how to last longer in bed, that her lessons in stamina were paying off. The next day, I went to her office and played it for her. She was furious because she knew that her career would be over if it got out. She left me alone after the video threat.”

What she’d like to ask is written on Bailey’s face, so I answer instead. “My mom’s death was hard on my father, and telling him about what Alice did would be like he failed. It wasn’t his fault he trusted a predator. Mia would have killed her. I didn’t want her to do that, so I sucked it up and fought, focusing on the mission to return to Greenville and take back what rightfully belongs to the Prescotts.”

Bailey’s eyes brim with big, fat tears, making it hard to continue my story. But I want all this poison that has been infecting my blood for years gone. “But she broke me. I was never able to feel pleasure with anyone, and after a while, I just stopped trying.”

“You’re not broken. That must have been the response to trauma. And it takes a while.”

“No, it took you for that. I haven’t had a girlfriend until you. I couldn’t even name what you made me feel because I’d never experienced that intensity. And I tried to fight it. I didn’t want anyone to see that part of me, or worse, use me again.” I close my eyes for a moment. I could have ruined the best thing in my life because I was afraid.

“I’d never do that,” she says softly.

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