By the time Tristan returned for me, I was still staring at a blank screen, with the memories of last night still running through my head. Was it bad to have enjoyed being tossed around so hard? Was there something wrong with me to crave being choked? Had they damaged my brain when they shocked me, or was this who I always was? I followed Tristan to the other room, and he closed the door behind us.
The room was a study, but had been rearranged to fit small, individual tables and chairs. In the center of the room was a short pillar with a black cloth draped over it. He pointed to it.
"That's where you'll be. We can have you sitting prim and proper at first as everyone walks in. Smile and wave, get people relaxed." We looked at each other for a long moment before I realized he expected me to go do it now. Nervously, I stepped over to it and climbed onto the pillar.
"I have a gown to drape over you." He went to a table and raised a red cloth. "Would you like to try it on now?"
I shook my head. "I'm sure it fits." I swallowed the lump in my throat. My eyes flickered to the door. If this was just a run-down of things, why had he locked it?
"Delaney," He clicked his tongue. "Don't be shy. We're all professionals here. We come to learn. Most of us are introverts by nature and rely on people like you who are willing to teach us." Slowly, he came toward me, stepping behind the pillar. Heleaned in, his breath hot on my neck as he brushed my hair away from it, sending a chill through me. "And in return, I could teach you."
"What do you mean?" I shifted uncomfortably.
Tristan's hand went to my waist, and I jumped. With his other hand, he gripped my arm and squeezed, holding me in place. His hand moved lower. I pressed my thighs together.
"I know you're a virgin. And we don’t want to ruin that," he whispered. I closed my eyes as his fingers tried to shove my legs open. "But there are other things we can do. Have you ever had your pussy licked?” His tongue slid up my neck, and I pushed him away and jumped off the pillar.
"No, thank you."
His hand caught my wrist and tugged me back to him. I fought his grasp but he was strong.
"Why not? I'm handsome, smart, and have connections. You want to be a published author one day, don't you, Delaney?" He squeezed me against him and forced his tongue into my mouth. Out of reflex, I bit down, and he yelped, finally releasing me. He winced but then chuckled. "I like a girl with a little bite."
I hurried to the door and found it locked. I tugged on it, hoping at least someone would hear and come help me. "Why are you doing this?" I demanded.
"Why?" He laughed. "Because we're stuck up here for god only knows how long, and Summer, the girl I had planned on fucking, didn't show up. I need someone to blow me, so if it can’t be her, might as well be you." He reached for his belt and I turned back to the door and pounded my fist into it. "We can have a lot of fun without popping that cherry."
Tears began to streak down my face as I continued to fight with the door to open. Then, just as Tristan was squeezing my ass, the handle jiggled from the other side.
"You need a key, and I'm the only one with it," he snarled. “It’s okay, little virgin, I won’t hurt you.”
"I'm not a virgin!" I screamed just as the door burst open and both of us flew back. I scurried up and ran toward my rescuer, throwing myself at them. I looked up and found Priest. Flames filled his emerald eyes as he stared past me at Tristan.
"Care to explain why this door was locked?"
Rule 31 - Delaney
Don’t trust the dead.
An angry Priest loomed over Tristan.
"How did you get a key? This is a closed room until after lunch," Tristan said, crashing into a set of desks.
Priest stalked toward him, grabbing him by the shirt once he was within reach and lifting him in the air. Priest was trim, with a swimmer's body, but he was strong too. Tristan kicked and struggled to get out of his grasp, but Priest wasn't letting go.
"Closed, sure, but locked? Doesn't that feel a bit predatory?"
Tristan scoffed. "It's only predatory if you make it so. I did nothing wrong."
"Priest," I gulped. "It's fine. I'm okay."
"What's going on in here?" Annie's voice came from the hall, and she appeared in the doorway. Priest dropped Tristan quickly and he fell to the ground with anoomph. Annie crossed her arms and shook her head at the scene. "Someone get a little too handsy with the virgin?"
I rolled my eyes. It was on the tip of my tongue toannounce again that I was no longer a virgin as of last night, but, when my eyes flicked to Priest, guilt pooled in my belly. I hadn't wanted him to find out like this.
Tristan didn't read the room, and as he stood and brushed himself off, he waved his arm in my direction and scowled. "According to her, she's not anymore."
"What?" Annie's face paled. "Since when?" Her face turned from smugness to shock to anger in just a matter of seconds. Something about her face irritated me.
