Page 27 of The Sweetest Revenge

My stomach fluttered, and I couldn't look away even if I should. He was long, thick, and rock-hard, the complete opposite of the only other dick I'd seen. I blinked, and my mouth went dry as he worked his hand over his length, increasing his speed. Precum beaded at the tip of his head, and he used it to quicken his strokes.

My heart rate kicked up, and I was practically panting as the muscles in his arms flexed and the veins bulged. He bit down on his bottom lip, and his abs tightened.

My nipples pulled tight, and it felt like torture, not being able to touch myself. I whimpered through the gag and thrashed against the cuff, begging to be released, but that only seemed to turn him on more. "Does this turn you on, princess? Do you like watching me?"

Way more than I'd ever want to admit.

His grip tightened. "Do me a favor, make that sound again."

I didn't want to, but I really couldn't help it. It was like I no longer had control of my body.

"Oh fuck," he groaned as his head fell back and his lips parted. He stepped forward, and he exploded, splashing warm sticky ropes of cum on my face and chest. "Fuck," he panted.

He quickly tucked himself back in his pants before stepping back and taking in his cum covered canvas smiling like he was proud of his work.

He stepped forward after a long moment and untied and removed the gag.

"You look so pretty covered in my cum." He swiped his thumb across my cheek, dragging the sticky substance across my lips.

"Please let me go now."

"Yeah, I don't think so." His smile didn't reach his eyes. "I'm headed to the party." He backed away. "Sleep tight, princess."

The distance between us grew with each step. My options shrank just as quickly.

"If you leave me here—" My voice cracked. I forced steel into it. "I will tell everyone exactly who did this." I yanked at the cuffs. Metal bit into my wrists. "This is worse than any stupid video going viral."

The corner of his lip lifted into a crooked, sadistic smirk. He leaned forward, dropping his body so we were face to face.

"You won't."

His finger and thumb pinched my chin, forcing my gaze to his. I tried to twist away.

He tightened his grip. "Do you want to know why?"

My jaw clenched. Silence seemed safer than words.

He leaned closer. His breath was hot against my ear. "Because if you do?—"

A pause.

"I'll make your two little friends go viral."

My eyes widened, and my jaw dropped. "You may not care about your video, but my guess is you don't want your friend's videos to go viral because of you."

My gaze flicked back and forth over his face, searching for truth. Had he been listening to Journey and me? Had he been in this locker room the entire time?

"I call bullshit." My voice echoed against the shower walls. "You don't have videos of them."

He laughed, the sound bouncing off the tiles. His shoulders rose in a casual shrug as steam swirled between us. "Then try me. I'll release Journey's audition for the dance team first."

"I want to see the video."

"You will if you're stupid enough to tell anyone who left you."

"What if Coach Palmer finds me?" I was grasping at straws, thinking maybe he would care.

He pushed to his feet, staring down at me with zero emotion. "Then I hope he fucks your throat like the little whore you are." He turned, dropped the key to the cuffs outside the shower stall, and disappeared.

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