Chapter 15 #2
I’m able to make it to my statistics course on time. But cut out early. Sprinting back across campus, I make it appear as if I’m not out of breath when Ashlyn exits her lecture.
The next class? I do the same. And the next, until we have a break for lunch.
For this, I place her in front of me in the line, grabbing a tray and setting food on it. Her jaw lowers in protest at what I’m selecting, but she doesn’t make a sound. I remove a big slice of cake and put a pile of prunes on instead. A grilled cheese? That’s replaced with boiled chicken.
Every replacement lands me a brighter flush to her cheeks as frustration inflames her entire figure.
“It’s healthy,” I tell her. “And I’m now in charge of every fucking thing in your life, baby girl.
You’ll thank me later when you have energy for the afternoon.
” I almost feel bad about the cake… But then I remember what she did to me.
I grab it, stuff it all in my mouth, then head to the checkout to pay for our food, smiling through sweet morsels.
She crosses her arms, as if she’s about to revolt, but decides better of it and trails behind me.
I place our trays at my table, already filled with Thetas, including Tade and Lan. Hailey Twinston scans us cautiously, and Elowyn scoots over to give us room. But there’s no Sutton.
“What’s good?” Lan asks, arching an eyebrow at Ashlyn suspiciously, but he quickly darts his gaze up to the ceiling.
“Just a regular day. Oh, everyone? This is my new pet, Ashlyn Donovan. Say ‘hi,’ baby girl.”
Her pink lips stay sealed shut as she turns her focus toward me, checking to see if I mean it. When she doesn’t speak, I smirk.
“What a good dog. Ashlyn doesn’t talk. She obeys like the perfect fuck doll she is.”
Hailey’s sharp look snaps toward Ashlyn, but she closes her mouth, thinking better of what she was about to say. She sinks into her chair with an expression of desperation.
“Got her trained well, Cardell. Does she do any tricks?” one Theta asks.
Tade shakes his head slowly with a silent chuckle.
I dig into my pocket and hit the button for Ashlyn’s vibrator. Her fork filled with broccoli stops mid-air as she squirms. Stoically, she shoves the bite in and chews like it’s difficult. So I increase the level.
“Yep. She comes on command.”
Several of the guys snort chuckles, eyes glued to her.
“Wish I had one of those.”
“What else does she do?”
“Can we make her in a factory?”
“Isn’t she the one who lost the poker bet?”
With another press, Ashlyn drops her utensils and grips the edge of the table, neck bowed, and eyes squeezed shut. My lips greet her glistening temple as I whisper, “You okay, baby girl? Need more?”
She pants out deep breaths as if she’s close, but shoves her lower jaw out, then soothes herself with a swallow. So I go ahead and increase it to the top level.
Wrapping my arm around her neck, I pull her into my chest and murmur, “Come for us all, my slut. And when you do, yell out whose girl you are so the entire room hears you. Tell them you’re Aiden’s now. I’ll allow it.”
Not able to maintain composure, she’s grunting, whimpering, but refusing to let go. I lean over and let my lips brush against hers as I whisper, “Show everyone what a nasty whore you are for me. How much you want this. Say my name. Turn that fucking brain off and obey me.”
Eyes locked on mine, she lets loose a blood-curdling scream that ends in my name as it echoes across the room. Back arched. Breasts almost popping out of her little top. Like a proud lord, I sit back with a smile, showcasing to the entire table how absolutely gorgeous she is.
Laughter fills the area. Necks snap our way, trying to peek at what happened. She reaches between her legs and pulls out the vibrator, then throws it in my face before she jets toward the exit. I’m too busy chuckling with the rest of the guys to stop her.
“She probably needs to clean up,” I say as Elowyn strokes her nails down my back.
For once, I tense and twitch at the touch, but stuff my face with the rest of my food.
My phone buzzes with several notifications. Including from my hacker, who may have recovered some financial information about Dean Twinston’s dealings. Raking my eyes over Hailey, I wonder if she’d spill anything that would be useful against her father.
Me
Great. Keep searching. Whatever you got, I’ll take it.
I need it asap.
Deadbyte
got you. hang tight.
“I heard she’s not coming back to Northview…” Blaire says as she drops her tray in the spot Ashlyn vacated.
“Who’s not?” Lan asks.
“Sutton. She’s terrified of whoever lit her cage on fire.”
“Who was it?” Elowyn asks.
Blaire shrugs. “She wouldn’t say. Said she was too drunk to know, and by the time she woke up, she was burning.”
Tade narrows his eyes at me, and I agree. That sounds suspicious as fuck.
But when I look down, my heart skips a beat seeing my latest text.
Deadbyte
btw backstage footage from ww shows your donovan girl lit sutton on fire
Ashlyn did this? After she lost her hands at poker?
Waving goodbye to the crew, I hurry toward the exit before anyone can question the smile on my face.
My jealous, jealous baby girl.
I’m kind of impressed. And shouldn’t be that surprised.
Visions of us hand in hand, running through the woods, away from the counselors as they tried to drag us back to solitary invade my mind.
Ashlyn was always the one setting traps, finding ways to get them off our trails.
She was the one who showed me how to make smoke bombs out of sugar and the cold packs from the infirmary.
We used them to sneak out for three days into the town nearby before we were caught.
My steps are skipping as I enter the back hall near the restrooms. Head still in that soothing memory. Carefree. Not angry. And madly in love.
The goofy smile across my cheeks fades.
Heart skips a beat.
Fists curl in with fury…
There she is. My obedient dog. Leaning back against a wall, skirt high, and lashes low, flirting with some douche who’s about to get his spine removed.