Chapter 29
Disobeying Orders
Harper
I’m getting ready for school when my bedroom door opens.
On a normal day, that would freak me out.
But I know it’s probably Luke, and he’s most likely pissed off.
I didn’t look at their texts last night.
Didn’t even turn on my webcam. I also didn’t sleep well, but fuck them anyway.
I shouldn’t need their faces to fall asleep to.
I’m done with their conditioning of me. Putting me between two of them. Kissing me like we’re already fucking. Leaving bruises on my ass from gripping it so tight.
Finishing applying my lipstick, I glance in the mirror to see Luke on the end of my bed, hands behind him, holding him up. His blond hair falls over his cold eyes while his gaze rakes over me. He’s wearing a dark green t-shirt and those jeans that must be custom-made for him.
Not that I’m dressing for them, but I’m sure he appreciates my skater skirt with knee-high skull socks and a black t-shirt with Venom on it.
I put my hair into the two top knots again with framing pieces and go with a super dark red lipstick and dark eye makeup.
No need to be dragged around by my hair today.
My red Converse are the only spot of color in my outfit.
It suits my mood and tells the world to back the fuck off. Hopefully the horsemen get the message.
“Missed you last night and this morning.” Luke’s tone is deceptively easy.
It unnerves me as I slip my hoop earrings in. I expected anger and punishment.
“I took a me-day.” I blot my lips. “Mom and I watched another movie, and I actually got to pay attention to it this time.”
I turn. My skirt twirls around my legs. “Figured you all could use a break from babysitting me.” I walk out of my bathroom and stand between Luke’s legs. “Sorry you missed me.”
His grin should have warned me. “Show me your panties.”
I lift my skirt to show my black lace panties. “I need to make my lunch.”
“I’ll buy you lunch.” He straightens and pulls me down to straddle his lap.
I put my hands on his shoulders like a good girl because punishment is back on the table and I don’t want to end up pantyless in front of everyone. Maybe it would be a good idea to carry a spare set in my purse.
“What if I don’t want cafeteria food?” This close, I can smell his cologne and his minty breath. My insides wind up. I might have missed this yesterday, just a little.
His hard cock, which I’m beginning to wonder if it’s actually packaged meat he keeps in his pants, presses into me. After all, he’s been reluctant to show it. “I’ll take you out for lunch.”
“Like a date?” I smirk at him. “Death is going to take me on a date?”
“Shut up, princess.” He shakes his head and grabs the back of my neck to hold me steady. He captures my lips. I almost forgot how good it feels to be kissed by him. How desirable he makes me feel.
His tongue sweeps along my lower lip, and I want to deny him. I want to show him I’m stronger than that, but with a whimper, my lips part beneath his. My mouth is his. He’s claimed it to be so, and I can’t help but give in to the feel of his tongue brushing against mine.
He pulls back. Before I can lean in and recapture his lips, he sets me beside him on the bed like the kiss was nothing. What the fuck? I steady myself like I don’t feel used. He rubs his thumb against his lips and dark red appears on his skin.
“No smearing lipstick, princess.”
Anger flares through my system. I stand and glare down at him. “Don’t kiss me then, Death.”
Luke grabs my wrist before I can think to get away. I hear footsteps and look up to see Eli, Caden, and Jack walk into my room.
“Can’t punish you without them.” Luke tugs me between his legs. “Ignoring us, disrespecting us for a whole day. You’ve earned another spanking, princess.”
“No, we don’t have time. We have to go to school.” I jerk on my arm, but before I know it, I’m down across Luke’s lap. My skirt is over my hips. With my ass pointed to the others.
“Eli, will you lower Harper’s panties?”
“What? No, you can’t do this. Get the fuck off me.” I struggle uselessly against the hand against my back. I have absolutely no leverage, and there’s no way for me to overpower him.
Eli’s hands brush against my hips as he slides my panties down just enough to expose my ass. I wish I could say that did nothing for me. I wish I could just ignore these guys and what they make me feel inside. Anger at my own body’s betrayal flashes through me.
“This will go easier if you accept we own you, kitten.” His hand brushes over my ass. Sparks light under his touch. “Every day, every hour, every minute. That when we text, you answer. When we tell you to do something, you do it.”
“I’m not your fucking slave,” I grit out, so furious I barely get out the words.
“How many?” Luke asks our audience.
“Fifteen,” Jack speaks up.
Fuck Jack.
Fuck all of them.
They aren’t getting any more pieces of me.
“You count, princess.”
“Fuck you.” I can’t help it. I’m so done with their manhandling of me and their punishments.
He spanks me. “It’s here or in the locker room with the football team present. Your choice, princess.”
“It’s never my choice, is it, Death? It’s your choice. I don’t have a fucking say in what happens to me.” I’m so done with all this. They can all go fucking jump off a cliff.
“The punishment doesn’t start until you count, Harper.” He smacks my ass again.
I want to be belligerent and not say anything, but fifteen is a lot. I’ve only had two so far and my ass already hurts. Luke presses on the sting, and that not-unpleasant feeling erupts under my skin.
I hate them. I hate them so much.
“Ready?”
I almost say fuck off, but I hold my tongue.
He smacks my ass.
“One.” Fucker.
He brings his hand down on the other cheek.
“Two.” Fucker.
A hand that is most definitely not Luke’s presses on my ass cheek. I jerk under his touch. Afraid of the checking to see if I’m wet test Luke mentioned last time. I can’t even look to see whose hand it is. It stays on my ass cheeks. Those swelling feelings move within me as he rubs the ache away.
I will not get turned on by this.
I will not get turned on by this.
Fuck them and the horses they rode in on.
“Three. Four.”
Definitely someone else’s hand now, pressed against my sore ass cheeks. I clutch onto Luke’s leg as I bite down on my lip. Not turned on.
“Five. Six.”
And the last fucker’s hands are on my ass. Larger hands than the others. These have to be Caden’s.
I squirm under them, but I still have it under control. I’m not aroused by this. It’s doing nothing for me except sending me into a rage.
“Seven. Eight.”
Luke’s hand rubs over my ass cheek again. Slower, more deliberate, working in circles closer and closer to my pussy. As he rubs, my pussy lips part and rub together. I was a little wet from his kiss already. That turned me on, but this won’t turn me on. I refuse.
He removes his hands, and I brace myself.
“Nine. Ten.”
Luke’s hand and someone else’s massage my sore ass cheeks, and they keep moving closer and closer to my entrance. I’m starting to question whether I can hold back any longer. The sparks gather beneath my skin, mocking my efforts.
“Eleven. Twelve.”
The spanks aren’t the hard part. The touching afterwards is. I want to part my legs and rejoice in the feeling swelling within me, but not with these guys. Never these guys.
Fuck, I can feel the wetness practically trickle out of me.
“Thirteen. Fourteen.”
I can’t fight it anymore. A moan escapes me as they touch my ass. It’s sensitive, and the skin feels like it’s on fire. I can’t control my arousal. What these guys do to me. I wish I could tell them to all go back to hell, but I can’t do any more punishment.
I have to go back to being the willing victim for now. But I don’t have to show I like it.
“One more, princess.”
I brace myself, but his hand doesn’t come down on my ass cheek. He smacks me straight on my pussy. I cry out. A burst of pleasure sweeps through me. Not what I think an orgasm would feel like, but something not so nice and nice at the same time.
“What the fuck?” I screech out.
“Count or you’ll get another.”
“Fifteen.”
I wait to see if he’s going to rub away the hurt. Almost afraid he will. Instead, they all press a hand to the warmth of my ass while I hang like a broken doll over Luke’s lap.
They step back and my panties are drawn up. My skirt is righted and Caden lifts me to stand.
My ass and my pussy are now sore. Wonderful way to start Monday morning.
Luke stands and hovers over me until I look up. He takes his palm and licks his fingertips. “I knew you’d taste good, princess. Go wash your mouth and pick something that won’t smear or go without.”
“And if I don’t?” I don’t say it defiantly, even though every bone in my body wants me to. I’m not sure I’m controlling the daggers in my eyes though.
“Then you’ll go without panties for the day. As always, your choice, princess.” The words are mockery and I feel them in my core.
I want to rail and cry and kick them all in the balls. Instead, I shrug off Caden’s hold and go into the bathroom and close the door. I let out a ragged breath and take a quick moment to breathe.
After cleaning myself up and straightening my clothes, I choose a dark red lip stain. It’s not as dark, but it won’t smear all over Luke either. Not that I want to kiss any of them right now. The dark red still suits my mood.
I wish I knew how much I could get away with. Maybe they like the fight and me giving in to them. If I stop responding to their little games, will they grow bored with me? It’s something to try at least. Better than willingly playing along and hoping at some point they’ll decide to stop.
Be meek, hiding Harper. I meet my eyes in the mirror and they burn. I don’t think I can hide anymore. For years, I did it without a second thought, but I was never as pissed off as I am now.
I shrug it off and leave the safety of my bathroom. The guys are downstairs. I can hear them talking in hushed tones. Fuck them.
I wish there was a way I could do to them what they do to me. Humiliate them. Make them squirm. Without giving any more of myself to them.
With my backpack on my shoulder, I march downstairs past the guys and outside to stand next to Luke’s car. I wait there patiently while they file out of my house and head to their cars.
I swear if any of them try to kiss me, I’ll bite their fucking lip and I’m sure it shows on my face.
Luke unlocks his doors. I slide into the seat and pull on the seatbelt.
He gets in and his super peppy EDM plays. I keep my gaze out the window, not wanting to engage.
By the time he pulls into the school lot, I’ve calmed down a little. I’m still going with the plan to stop reacting to them. It will be hard to not respond to their kisses, but at least I’m more used to kissing now.
Getting out of the car, I head for the school without waiting for Luke. I don’t stop for the rest of the guys outside either. I walk straight to Caden’s locker and wait. No expression on my face.
They want a docile pet. Well, here you fucking go.
The guys join me after five minutes.
I hand Caden my books and lean against the locker. The guys exchange looks, but no one tries to engage with me.
Luke finally says, “Come on. Let’s get to class.”
I follow him down the hall and into the classroom. When we’re seated, Luke leans forward on his desk.
“I don’t like this new game, princess,” he whispers before he leans back in his chair.
Good.