1. Lauren #2
“Because you’re… you. The captain of the football team. The same team that is dominating right now. You are easily going to go pro. And…”
“You watch me play?” he asks, looking genuinely shocked.
“Yes. Is that a problem?” I snap.
“No, I just figured you’d be too stuck in those books to notice a guy like me.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“That smart girls tend to appreciate smart guys, and I’m not that guy. I’m good at football. I’m good with building shit and working on cars, but a textbook? Fuck no. I’m only still in college because they don’t let me fail. I’m going to get a degree I didn’t earn.”
“Do you try?” I ask. “Like, actually try?”
“Yes,” he says. “I just… I don’t know. I don’t see shit that way. I can’t just memorize a textbook like that.”
“Everyone learns differently,” I say.
“That’s not my point,” he says. “You think I’m dating Camilla because I like her?”
“Well… yeah? She’s skinny, and pretty, and… hot. She’s hot, and I’m not. It’s that simple. That’s why you are with her, and I am alone.”
“That’s bullshit, and you know it,” he says. “If you wouldn’t take her advice, don’t take her criticism.”
“Says her boyfriend…”
“We aren’t all that different, ya know,” he says. “We are both alone; I’m just surrounded by people who don’t care about me, and you isolate.”
“Okay… fair,” I say. “How are we so similar when you just said we weren’t because I’m smart and you don’t think you are?”
“We are getting off topic,” he says, and I laugh. “What happened?”
“I can’t say,” I admit. “I… look, I’m not going to find out what happens if I actually do tell.”
“Did he put his hands on you, Lauren?” Gunner demands, grabbing my chin to make me look at him when I evade his gaze, but I say nothing. “Lauren. Did he hurt you?”
“He… I said I was telling the Dean,” I say.
“The way he was looking at me… it scared me. I had cornered myself in the room, so I shoved the table at him and ran. When I got to the door, he grabbed my hair and yanked me back, so I elbowed him in the throat. That’s when I opened the door and saw you. ”
“Are you fucking…” he starts to shout, but stops and takes a deep breath. “I’m going to fucking kill him.”
“Gunner, no. It’s fine. It’s not a big…”
“You threatened to go to the dean, and he tried to hurt you. What do you think he was going to do, Lauren? You were about to implode his world, and he got pissed.”
“He would have… no,” I say. “I mentioned how he fucks the freshman…”
“Some of which aren’t eighteen yet, are they?”
“He would have killed me,” I say. “He was going to kill me.”
“Probably wanted to shit you up big the moment he put his hands on you; it would escalate.”
“Fuck,” I say. “I’m supposed to be in the library tonight to put books up with him and Camilla.”
“Like fuck you are,” Gunner laughs. “In fact, you are going to come stay at my place tonight.”
“Yeah, right,” I laugh.
“You think I’m asking you?” he says. “You, my cute little bookworm, are about to be mighty upset when I hogtie you in the bed of my truck.”
“Who knew you were into bondage?” I muse, but I’m instantly horrified that I said that out loud. “I mean…”
“You thinking about me tying you up now?” he asks with a smirk.
“And do what?” I ask. “Talk about football?”
“Lauren, there is no one for miles,” he warns. “I will absolutely spank that pretty ass of yours if you don’t lose that sassy attitude.”
“Yeah, okay,” I laugh.
“Dare me,” he challenges.
“You need a direct order to be dominant?” I ask. “I didn’t peg you as a cuck, Gunner.”
I yelp when he suddenly pushes me back and rolls me to my belly.
When he pulls me to the end of the tailgate, it pulls my dress up, exposing my ass.
I have only a black lace thong on, and I may as well be naked now.
My legs are dangling as I grab at air, trying to pull myself up.
When he smacks my ass, I shout. “Ow, you psycho!” I gasp.
“Is this what you need to calm down, Lauren?” he asks, smacking my ass again. The burn makes me gasp, and I wiggle, trying to pull myself up.
“Jesus, Gunner,” I hiss when he slaps my ass again, but harder. He says nothing as he swats my ass again, but then I surprise myself. The softest moan comes out of me, and his chuckle is devious.
“My sweet little bookworm. You like it when I spank you, huh?”
“No!” I lie.
“Then tell me to stop.”
“…No…” I say, and he laughs. “What the fuck is even happening right now?”
“Ever wondered how much you can take, Lauren?” he asks, gently rubbing my burning ass.
“Yes,” I whimper.
“Let’s play a game,” he says. “You let me push you as far as you can go. You play my game, you get a prize.”
“What’s my prize?” I ask softly.
“Revenge,” he says, smacking my ass again in rapid succession until the most unhinged moan spills out of me. “So, you want to play my game, Little Boomworm?”
“Yes,” I pant.
“I can either tie you to the bed of this truck or to my bed at home. Pick,” he says.
“Here. The truck. Don’t you dare make me moan, and then wait,” I scold, and he laughs.
“Alright,” he says. “Safeword. What is it?”
“Mango,” I say, blurting out the first word I think of.
“Good girl,” he says, patting my ass. “Don’t move.”
I stay where I am, and he disappears. When he returns, he climbs into the bed of the truck and wraps rope around my wrists before tying them to hooks in the bed. When he jumps down, he unzips my dress, letting it fall open.
“Fuck,” I groan.
“If you are a good girl,” he says.
“What?” I ask, but then he shoves my thighs apart and ties rope around one ankle. It is loosely attached somewhere before he does the same to the other. This forces my legs apart, but it is comfortable if I stay relaxed. I start to ask something else, but he smacks my ass again, making me scream.