I growled a curse as I shoved myself upright, crossing the room to the light switch as fast as I could with my sweatpants tenting over my raging hard on.
I glanced back at Tatum just as I reached the switch and found her with her panties back in place as she grabbed a fresh T-shirt from my drawer and yanked it on.
“What’s happening?” I asked, my voice coming out like a kind of begging whine.
“That was nice,” she said with a bright smile. “Thanks.”
“Nice?”
Tatum hopped into my bed, scooted right over to the far side of it and turned her back on me as she pulled the covers up around her chin.
“I…are you…are we…”
“Night, night,” she sang, her eyes closing as I just stood there gaping at her.
“You’re going to do it again, aren’t you?” I groaned, looking down at my boner as a way too familiar sense of frustration washed through me.
“Do what again?”
“Use me to get you off and leave me with my balls aching,” I groaned.
“Duh,” she replied with a laugh and I knocked my head back against the wall, closing my eyes as my dick continued to throb, still not getting the message.
I slid my hand into my sweatpants without even really deciding to do it, rubbing my thick shaft in way too familiar movements which could never begin to compare to how it would have felt to bury myself in-
“Get your hand out of your pants and get into bed, Blake,” Tatum demanded.
“Can’t I just-”
“Get in now and you can spoon me,” she said. “You never know, I might get horny in the night and make use of you after all.”
I groaned loudly as I knocked the light off, dropping my sweats and wifebeater so that I was left in my boxers and slipping beneath the covers with her.
I moved closer, wrapping my arms around her and inhaling her sweet scent as she pushed her ass back against my dick and I growled in frustration as it throbbed hopelessly.
“You’re not going to make use of me in the night, are you?” I muttered and a breath of laughter escaped her which let me know all too well how much she was enjoying this agony she’d caused me.
“No fucking chance,” she agreed, wriggling her ass again and wrapping her arm around mine where it encircled her waist.
“Don’t blame me if I have a wet dream like a fucking twelve year old,” I growled.
Her only answer was an evil little laugh and I was left in the dark with my dick driving into her ass and my hope dying way faster than my boner and the prospect of a long fucking night ahead of me.
But as she shifted in my arms and I nuzzled into her, I had to admit it wasn’t all bad. Even though my cock most certainly didn’t agree.
I woke early, slipping out of Blake’s arms. Apparently he liked earning himself punishments because he just kept breaking rules again and again. And I totally didn’t encourage it. Except when he made me come like a damn freight train careering off a cliff. It should have been illegal how good that boy was with his hands. And tongue and…fuck, I am so screwed if I don’t keep a level head.
I grabbed my bag and headed into the bathroom, shutting the door gently behind me so as not to wake him. Then I sat on the lid of the toilet, pulled out my school diary and flipped it open at the back. I crossed a few items off of my list, figuring I’d gotten enough revenge for them in the past couple of days. I’d left them all stuck out in a storm in payment for the time they’d done it to me, and the pepper spray had probably been agony enough to pay for Kyan walking in on me in the shower. I decided to cross off the font too as I’d gotten Saint with the spray and I still felt a little guilty about burning his grandmother’s records. He’d suffered plenty over that.
The sex tape
The fish stew
The Unspeakables
The storm
The font
The bathtub
The ice
The gun
The clothes
The humiliation
The shower
The letters
THE VOW
I smiled at how many I’d struck off and picked out two more I was going to try and tackle right now. Stuffing my school diary away, I headed back into Blake’s room, putting my bag down and creeping out into the hall. Saint’s music filled my ears and I hurried along to catch him as he headed downstairs in his workout gear.
“Hey,” I called and he frowned in surprise as I approached.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Except…Blake broke another rule. Three actually. And I wondered if you’d maybe let me have something to punish him with…” I batted my lashes innocently and his eyes narrowed.
“What do you want?”
“My gun,” I said, giving him the big eyes. “Not loaded or anything. I just wanna scare him a bit.”
Saint’s brows arched then he laughed darkly. “You have an evil little streak in you, Barbie. It’s delightful.” He turned and strode across the room to the safe which was concealed beneath one of the flagstones and I drifted closer as he took the gun out, checking it wasn’t loaded before standing and holding it out to me.
I reached for it, but he held it above my head. “What do you say?”
“Thank you.” Better lay it on thick. “Master.”
He smiled keenly then handed it to me, catching my hand before I could run away. He licked his thumb, wiping away what I guessed was a smudge of mascara on my face then nodded to say I could go.
I rolled my eyes as I jogged away, pushing back into Blake’s room with my heart hammering as
