Page 19 of Dirty Dean

“No.” I refuse to tell any more lies. The truth is the best way to go. Besides, I have a feeling he’d find out anyway. “I have vertigo and you upended me.”

“Fair enough. Where’s your keys?” He pats my body down in my dress. It’s a stupid dress that shows off my body, but I feel exposed in it. “And what the fuck are you wearing?”

“A dress,” I mumble as I reach into the skirt’s pocket and pull out my dorm room key. Sliding the key into the lock, I open the door and try to rush into my room and shut the door.

“You aren’t getting rid of me that easily, Jasmine. Now go pack.”

The room spins and I tremble as I grab onto the wall. It’s the first thing I come to. “I don’t like being over your shoulder, please don’t do that again.” My words sound muffled and I look up as Chris comes toward me.

“Buttercup, come on, let’s get you on the bed.”

I don’t argue. Bed sounds nice. So nice. He takes off my high heels that are too high for me. I’m surprised I didn’t break my ankles walking in them tonight. With swimming eyes, I smile at him.

“Just rest, sweet one. I’ll watch over you.” That’s the last thing I remember him saying as I close my eyes. If only I felt like he was watching over me because he truly cared.

Chapter Eleven

JasminesleepssoundlyasI pace back and forth in her room, watching her. She could have been hurt badly. I shouldn’t fucking care, but I do. If something happened to her before I could get my revenge, I’d blow a gasket.

I’m going to have to teach her a valuable lesson when she wakes up. Most likely, she won’t remember tonight and if she does, it will be a good thing for her to know parties aren’t the place for her. It’s definitely inappropriate for such a good girl to be drinking.

Hours go by as I sit in the desk chair, thinking about what I want to do to the little shits at the Kappa house. Before I can expel any of them, I’ll need proof. Some of them are on scholarship and that alone will kick their asses out of here. It’s against school policy to have alcohol on campus. It’s usually a write up the first time, but these bastards targeted Tia and Jasmine.

As the sun starts to rise, I take my tie off and move over to Jasmine’s bed and take her hands one at a time to tie them to the bedpost. She doesn’t even stir. I want her naked and at my mercy. I hope she didn’t like the dress she was wearing. Pulling the scissors from the organizer on her desk, I cut the fabric off her into strips. It’s perfect to tie her legs spread apart.

Looking at her bra and matching bikini bottoms, I smile. Innocent white with little smiley faces all over the set. A laugh leaves me but I quickly stop myself. Once I’ve secured Jasmine, I go back to her desk and see the perfect nipple clamp alternative. Paper clips. Fuck, my little buttercup has no idea what I’m about to do to her.

Bending the paper clip into a U shape, I walk back over to her and rub a finger along one nipple and repeat along the other. Her body is sensitive to my touch. Placing the paper clips onto her nipples, I squeeze them until she whines. Perfect.

Sitting back down, I run my open palm along her stomach all the way down to her clit. As I touch her, she trembles and a soft whine comes from her mouth. She’s wet. So fucking wet.

Taking my phone out, I push a finger into her pussy and take a picture. Fuck me. I take another picture as she moans and arches her back. Her eyes remain closed, and guilt runs through me. Jasmine probably thinks she’s having a naughty dream.

My finger moves back and forth in her body. It’s so damn tight, I can barely move, but I finger fuck her as she writhes against the bed, begging for more. I’m a son of a bitch for turning on the video. This wasn’t the plan just yet. But hell, this timeline works for me just as well.

“Chris,” she whispers, and I still. Looking at her, her eyes are closed and she’s slightly snoring.

Goddamn, she’s dreaming about me. Maybe I won’t give David this video yet. If she’s a good girl, I won’t do it. But one bad move on her part and it will be over with. Pulling my finger out of her, I push two back into her and her eyes pop open as her body gives way to her pleasure.

I catch everything on video as she screams out. “Oh!” Jasmine’s eyes are unfocused as I move my fingers, scissoring them in her.

“Hello, buttercup.” My words break the spell the orgasm had on her and she tries to scramble away from me, but she’s not going anywhere.

“Moving isn’t an option for you right now. You see, you were a naughty girl thinking I’d let you go to a party on a school night. Hell, you shouldn’t be at a party at all.”

Her gaze goes to her hands as she moves her head to look at the bond that keeps her from getting loose. “Why would you tie me up?”

That little quiver in her voice doesn’t sway me from my mission. “It’s called a punishment, little one. You should have known you were going to be in trouble.”

Removing my fingers from her sweet cunt, I stand up and push them through her lips. “Taste your orgasm on my fingers. You loved everything I did to you.”

Jasmine moves her mouth up and down, cleaning me, but it’s not nearly enough. “You could have been raped by some boy last night. It would have hurt like hell, and you’d be in the hospital. Instead, I came to your rescue and brought you back to your dorm room. I would think you’d be a little more grateful, Jasmine.”

There’s that blush I love so much. She closes her eyes at my words but I pinch the clips on her nipples and she squeals.

“That’s right. You are at my mercy, and you’ll do what I tell you, when I tell you. Do you understand, Jasmine?”

“Yes.” She tries to speak around my fingers and I laugh. I take them away from her and unzip my pants.

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