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“No way has Daniel’s invite standards dropped that low. Literally everyone from high school is freaked out over Manson – except maybe his weird little friend group. No one’s going to forget the kid who almost stabbed someone, even if it has been over a year.”
"Yeah, but I mean, Manson did pull a knife on him. What kind of freak carries a knife to high school?"
He grinned at me - a slow, knowing grin – then he was gone, down the sidewalk toward the party. I sighed, slumping in my seat. Maybe he hadn't recognized me. Maybe he didn't remember me at all. Ha, yeah right. After that smile? Oh, he remembered everything. And so did I.
Why the hell was Manson drinking with Daniel? Why was he surrounded by people who wouldn’t have looked twice at him in high school? Why
Manson’s eyes had fallen on me and he had yet to look away. There was recognition in his gaze, and I wondered what memory came up for him first.
It hadn’t been because behind that shy, withdrawn exterior I was certain there was a beast lying in wait. It hadn’t been because his lips were surprisingly soft, and when I’d kissed him, he’d wrapped his hand around my throat, and my heart had fluttered for a second -
“So you do remember my name. I'm flattered, Jessica. Miss Popular remembers who I am, oh wow!”
“I guess I was such a good kisser that you can’t forget my name.”
“I dare you to get on your knees, get your face down to the ground, and kiss my boots for sixty seconds.”
“You look a lot better on your knees, Jess,” he said softly, soft enough that I don’t think anyone else could have heard him over the music.
“Well... I mean... it was uh…” she shrugged, brushing it off. “It was just a dare. And you looked hot as fuck doing it. But girl… you're really red."
“Take your thong off,” he said. “And give it to me.”
To my horror, I saw Manson's eyes linger on the gusset and spot the dampness. As his gaze slid back up to me, there was a fire in his eyes.
What was wrong with me? I was literally being degraded in front of friends and strangers, and I liked it.
“No, no,” he shook his head, and his smirk seemed to shift - it became darker. Hungrier. “I can handle you.” My stomach twisted weirdly at his words. Something about it excited me. It sounded like a threat. “I’m more concerned if you can handle it. I don’t think you realize what you’re in for.”
Pretending you don’t like this won’t make it go away. Keep it up, and you’ll only manage to earn yourself a good old-fashioned attitude adjustment.”
“I’m not taking it back. You’re going to do it, Jess. You’re going to obey, because you want to, no matter how much you try to hide it.”
“Go crawl and get my beer, Jessica – before I put you up against the wall and spank that cute little ass of yours until you figure out how to behave.”
“I need you to be a good, obedient girl for me,” he said, as my eyes grew wider and my heart thumped harder, and my breath began to come in quick, shallow bursts. “That was the deal you agreed to. I think you want to be good for me, Jess.”
“You’re going to follow and accept your punishment like a good girl, aren’t you?”
“So much better, Jess. Doesn’t that feel good? Letting go, accepting the embarrassment? It’s one of my favorite things to see…”
“Such a silly girl. Why are you down there, on your knees, begging for me not to order you to embarrass yourself?”
But you know there’s the deeper reasons too: you want to explore something that’s probably pretty new to you, something that’s giving you feelings you didn’t expect. Something you’re enjoying, even though you don’t think you’re supposed
“I’d hate to deprive you of something you enjoy, even if it scares you. Get your head down, angel. Left boot only. Kiss it. Clean it with your tongue.”
“Obey me, Jessica. Get your head down and let me see those pretty little wings of yours.”
Every time he mentioned “punishment,” it got worse. I couldn’t handle it anymore. I was too turned on, too humiliated, too desperate.
“Oh, Jess. Poor little angel. I’ve made a sinner out of you. Enjoying your punishment so much it’s making you wet. So cute.”
“Yours is Red. Call it if you need to. Although, now that I’m seeing how much of a little masochist you are, I don’t think you’ll be calling it. You know what you deserve.”
“You’ve been a bad girl, Jessica,” he whispered harshly. “A very bad girl. You deserve to be punished.”
It was the closest contact we’d ever had since that day in the bathrooms, and it carried the weight of years of desire, pent up so long it was screaming to explode.
“You deserve to have your clit aching all night. You deserve to have duct tape slapped over it so you can’t touch while I crush your pretty little pussy under my boot.”
“Beautiful,” his voice was merely a murmur.
“I like it a lot better now,” he said, as my legs shook. “Your cunt is cuter when your ass is red; funny how that works.”
“No, angel.” His voice was firm. “Not yet. When I fuck you - if I do - it won’t be some quick fuck on a couch. I’ll make you scream.”
“I can do whatever I want, angel. I can make you suffer all night and never give you release. I can spank you again just because I like hearing you scream - and you do sound so pretty when you scream.”
"I don't bargain for good behavior, angel. God, don't you know how long I've wanted to do this? Do you have any idea how good it feels to punish the girl who always laughed at me?"
"Oh, Jess. Poor girl. You’re gonna get fucked, trust me. Soon enough you’ll be fucked so hard you won’t be walking straight for a week. But first…”
“Spread your legs,” he said. “I want to see you. All of you.”
“I spent the most hormone-fueled years of my life wanting to touch you, Jess. Wanting to…never daring. I learned not to even look at you.”
“Meanwhile you’d touch and tease and laugh in my face for it. You knew. You knew how badly I wanted you.”
“What did we used to tell you, Jess? You fuck with one of us, you fuck with all of
“And if you want to fuck one of us, you fuck all of us.”
“Be a good girl for Daddy Manson, Jess,” he said,
pleasure. "Look at me, Jess. Right now. Don't you dare look away. I want to see all your pretty tears as you come all over this knife for me, understand?"
"Even squirting for me? What a good girl. Fuck, that’s beautiful."
“I want to fuck you, Jess,”
