The grin he gives me reminds me of the Jafar fromAladdinwhen he realizes who Prince Ali is. “Oh, so you wanted to be a little slut tonight?”
In any other tone—or from any other man, in any other context—those words would be a turn on. But the way he says it, his eyes devoid of light, makes my stomach turn.
Tonight is not going to be a good night.
“Don’t change.”
My eyes widen at his command. “A-Aaron, we have guests.”
He grips my hip harder, digging in his fingertips. “Don’t. Change. You wanted to be a little slut tonight, so be one.”
I clench my jaw to hold in my protest, and to hold back the tears burning my throat, and bow my head to show him I’ll listen. There’s no saying no to him when he’s like this; it just makes it worse.
“Good. Now order us some pizza, game’s about to start.” He turns me back toward the kitchen and slaps my ass, hard, meant to cause pain not pleasure.
I let out a yelp and grab my phone, ordering the pizzas and pulling a cold beer from the fridge for each of the guys.
After the game—which I was extremely uncomfortable during, because Aaron wouldn’t let me cover up with ablanket—I start cleaning up the paper plates and scattered beer bottles. All three of the guys are drunk and yammering on about players and statistics. My hope is that Aaron will be distracted enough that I can head to bed without him protesting.
If only I were that lucky.
“Hey, did you guys know Violet here likes to act like a little whore?” Aaron poses the rhetorical question, and Zach and Tyler respond with drunk laughs and lecherous looks my way.
My hand freezes halfway to the bottle I was reaching for. I stare at Aaron like a deer in headlights, terrified of where he could be going with this.
“Violet’s been walking around with no panties on all night, just hoping one of us would treat her like the skank she is,” he continues.
“Aaron.” His name comes out more like a plea than the warning it should have.
“Come here, baby, show them how good of a whore you can be.” He’s sitting with his legs spread, patting his thigh.
I know if I don’t do as I’m told, whatever game he’s playing will get much worse, he might even hit me again. This time harder. I can handle his bullying, but I don’t feel like working from home tomorrow because I’m hiding a blackeye. So I abandon my cleaning and walk over to him, trying to swallow the nausea crawling up my throat.
As I do, he pulls his sweatpants down over his hips, palming his dick that’s already half-hard. I look to Zach and Tyler, and they’re both watching with sloppy smirks. No confusion, no concern. Tyler’s glassy gaze drags down my body, and Zach takes another swig of his beer with a wink.
I turn back to Aaron. “What are you doing?”
He looks at me, face blank, eyes emotionless—how I’d imagine serial killers look at their victims—and a chill climbs up my spine. “You’re gonna bend over and blow me, show the guys how much you like being my little whore.”
The idea makes me want to vomit, and I swallow hard, starting to take a step away from him. “No, Aaron. This is inappropriate. You’re drunk, and we should all just call it a night.”
He doesn’t like that answer. The hand not stroking his dick reaches up and grabs my shoulder, just next to my neck, pulling me down and forcing me to bend in the process. I catch myself with a hand on either of his thighs and try to push away, but now he’s got one hand around the side of my neck and the other wrapped in my hair, leaving me at his mercy. His grip is harsh, likely bruising, sending pain radiating from where his fingers claw into my skin.
A tingle of cold air tells me my pussy is exposed to the room behind me—to Zach and Tyler.
“Damn, Aaron, you were right. She’s completely bare under that excuse for a skirt.” Tyler snickers.
“Are you happy now, Violet? Happy to show off your tight little pussy to my friends like the whore you are?” Aaron angles my face toward him, expecting an answer.
“Aaron, please stop.” Fear clogs my throat, making my plea sound garbled.
He hooks his fingers on my bottom teeth, roughly pulling my mouth open. “You’re gonna suck my dick, and one or both of them are gonna fuck you while you do.”
I don’t have a chance to argue before he pushes my head down. His dick hits my throat, and I immediately gag, tears bursting from my eyes.
One of the guys comes up behind me, but I’m not sure which one—maybe they even switch at some point. I squeeze my eyes shut and will my consciousness to go anywhere but here.
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