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Jessica Martin is not a nice girl. As Prom Queen and Captain of the cheer squad, she'd ruled her school mercilessly, looking down her nose at everyone she deemed unworthy. The most unworthy of them all? The "freak," Manson Reed: her favorite victim.

But a lot changes after high school.

A freak like him never should have ended up at the same Halloween party as her. He never should have been able to beat her at a game of Drink or Dare. He never should have been able to humiliate her in front of everyone. Losing the game means taking the dare: a dare to serve Manson for the entire night as his slave. It's a dare that Jessica's pride - and curiosity - won't allow her to refuse. What ensues is a dark game of pleasure and pain, fear and desire.

Is it only a game?

Only revenge?

Only a dare?

Or is it something more?

The activities depicted in this book are not meant to be realistic depictions of BDSM or safe kink play, this is strictly a work of fiction.

These are the kinks within: erotic humiliation, fearplay, painplay, knifeplay, consensual non-consent (CNC), boot worship, spanking/impact play, clowns/clown costumes, spit, bondage, public play, group sex.

Harley Laroux Publications
EPUB, 110 KB

Mots Clefs

This book was absolutely FILTHY...and I liked it.

I was not prepared for the clown part, but it was lowkey hot. I'm ashamed, but I don't regret reading this masterpiece.

Don't read it unless you are 18+. This is very much and adult book. I've never read a book with a warning before and there is good reason why there is one.
30 May 2021 (03:57) 
This book is filthy and slutty I’m telling u. It’s a good book finished in nearly 3hrs. It’s kinky and just don’t read it if u know or not in to that type of stuff. It’s detailed
30 May 2021 (14:17) 
I- this is the best book in the world you guys
31 May 2021 (19:41) 
Harley Laroux
This book was illegally uploaded here without the consent of the author.
31 May 2021 (22:05) 
Let me just tell you. I was reading this book non stop for 3 hours until u finished it. LITERALLY AMAZING. I wish there was more though.
02 June 2021 (02:26) 
How do i read this book?? I've been trying for a while
02 June 2021 (02:51) 
BROO this book is umm really sensational and kinda stress relieving if yk what i mean hehe. all the kinks and plays in the book was really interesting and really enjoyed it. if yk another like this tell me pls

Also as a BL manwha/manga reader none of this phased me LMAOO
02 June 2021 (05:30) 
O my god YES! Hell yes! I stayed up till 4 am to read it. Hell yeah!
02 June 2021 (14:04) 
can some1 pls tell me how i read this book?
02 June 2021 (16:57) 
You need an epub reader apps
02 June 2021 (19:53) 
i just finished the whole book and i loved it. definitely recommend reading
04 June 2021 (19:01) 
i never read a book in one sitting in my life until i layed my hands in this one...
04 June 2021 (23:51) 
finished this book in one go and i gotta say it’s fucking good i don’t regret any of it i loved it
05 June 2021 (03:59) 
11 June 2021 (15:51) 
This book was absolutely filthy....And I loved every second of it! Although as a regular erotic book reader, this didn't really faze me, its still an INCREDIBLE book. I'm definitely going to read more of her books
12 June 2021 (06:12) 
If y'all want a VIP ticket in hell, read this
17 June 2021 (15:59) 
the characters need to get check on psych ward
17 June 2021 (16:31) 
Lord God cleanse my eyes and guide my soul
18 June 2021 (04:07) 
Oh. My. God. The TRAUMA. It’s good, but I wasn’t ready for THAT
19 June 2021 (17:16) 
this book was just *chefs kisses*
20 June 2021 (15:05) 
Ame este libro aunque esté en inglés para uno es de entender solo q esta joya de libro spicy debería llegar al público hispanohablante
22 June 2021 (12:50) 
Paula Andrea
me odio por no saber ingles y poder leerme este libro:(
23 June 2021 (04:20) 
Lo quiero leer, pero no sé tanto inglés:(
27 June 2021 (08:06) 
WHY WAS THIS REALLY GOOD/ my friend recommended it and I was really skeptical when I saw the clown thing but it actually was really amazing
27 June 2021 (08:31) 
Se me descargo en inglés, a ustedes también?
27 June 2021 (09:53) 
I am ashamed I liked this so much
28 June 2021 (06:52) 
Any recommendation of similar books?
29 June 2021 (19:23) 
si quieren leerlo en español está para descargarlo en una página llamada docer ;)
30 June 2021 (03:14) 
rosalie <3
god, i'm literally dripping. this book is one of my all-time favs, I just finished it in an hour and a half. this book was so fucking filthy, I loved every single word of it. i need to find more books like this.
01 July 2021 (04:26) 
jesus. christ. is all i have to say. the beer bong chapter?
01 July 2021 (19:52) 
How do I read it. I can’t figure it out
03 July 2021 (04:24) 
Was not expecting the clown part- loved it.
Can’t wait to read the book about all of them ?
04 July 2021 (01:15) 
I finished it almost 2 hours and the only thing that kind of irks me was the clowns. I was so surprised for their inclusion on that scene that I almost stopped reading but anyway it's great for the genre it belonged to.
09 July 2021 (05:00) 
Isis, I downloaded it then opened it in an epub reader app in the App Store xx
10 July 2021 (03:48) 
Este libro fue subido ilegalmente aquí sin el consentimiento del autor.
11 July 2021 (19:27) 
This book is absolutely filthy and i enjoyed every second. The clown part kinda threw me off but it was still hot. i need to find more books like these.
13 July 2021 (04:21) 
If your wondering what kind of kinks thing book has it has a lot of degrading and humiliation kink plus their relationship is sort of a masochist and sadist relationship ?
13 July 2021 (04:27) 
Here from TikTok, imma read then come back brb
13 July 2021 (09:50) 
So here from Tik Tok I’m going to read then come back
13 July 2021 (11:43) 
So here from Tik Tok I’m going to read then come back
So I finished it and god damn that book I’m absolutely speechless
13 July 2021 (13:24) 
Came from tiktok gonna read it (my mum is ashamed I'm 13)
13 July 2021 (16:03) 
also came from tiktok bye im literally a minor why am i doing this
13 July 2021 (18:14) 
i've never been so speechless in my life DAMN.
13 July 2021 (19:22) 
13 July 2021 (19:24) 
i came from tiktok yeah
i’m also a minor?
13 July 2021 (22:56) 
wait why did it put a question mark
13 July 2021 (22:57) 

but fr it's no cap the best I've ever read 10/10 WOULD RECOMMEND
13 July 2021 (23:10) 
my dumbass couldn’t even get pass the book sorry ?
13 July 2021 (23:12) 
14 July 2021 (04:25) 
Tell me why ive been trying for 3 DAYS AND I CANT FIND OUT HOW TO READ THE BOOK!!!! like all theses comments are making me really excited to read it and i legit don't know how. Ive tried downloading it and emailing it to myself. Someone plz help <3
14 July 2021 (07:09) 
@Abbie, do you see a symbol that's pointing down right next to the download button? Click on that and you should see options on how you want your file. I
Clicked on "convert to PDF" you should be able to access the file now. Hope that helped ?
14 July 2021 (07:52) 
chile im scared CLOWNS???
14 July 2021 (15:41) 
how do i watch it pls tell me
15 July 2021 (02:15) 
help how do i read it
15 July 2021 (09:56) 
how tf do u read here i downloaded and everythinf and still cant reaD AAAAAA oml
15 July 2021 (16:29) 
Omg- this book was absolutely filthy and I loved it
16 July 2021 (13:56) 
Mi potete dire perfavore come lo trovo o in italiano(preferibilmente) o in spagnolo.. L'ho scaricato ma è in inglese che purtroppo nn capisco?
18 July 2021 (02:45) 
he descargado el libro5 veces y al entrar al archivo me salen puros signos como por ejemplo esto:-[{´¨[´[{´]*¡[[
18 July 2021 (06:47) 
wow! i read this and didnt even stop to blink. This was crazy good!
18 July 2021 (23:26) 
i kid you not this is the best book I have ever read
21 July 2021 (15:43) 
I have never loved a book more, if anyone has any similar recs, please tell me
23 July 2021 (03:36) 
I was reading this book and I was very impressed with everything, I liked it, but I think it would be better if that book was translated into Spanish as well.
23 July 2021 (08:09) 
In my opinion this is one of the best books i ever read i loved everu second of it, but read the trigger warnings ppl, READ THEM!!
24 July 2021 (23:29) 
I read this in under an hour
26 July 2021 (05:57) 
I read this in under an hour
26 July 2021 (05:57) 
100/10 best idea ever to read this
28 July 2021 (09:01) 
03 August 2021 (18:37) 
meh 7/10, I'm into this but it wasn't that spicy, very creative tho!
04 August 2021 (03:11) 
Why cant I download the book
04 August 2021 (04:18) 
it doesnt work anymore it says undownload unavailable can someone please please please send a pdf or link that actually works please
04 August 2021 (05:34) 
it doesnt work anymore it says undownload unavailable can someone please please please send a pdf or link that actually works please
04 August 2021 (05:45) 
damn.. i am one horny ass bitch
04 August 2021 (05:46) 
Damn it's download unavailable
04 August 2021 (08:09) 
oh it worked, i dl the tor
04 August 2021 (08:23) 
how does the tor work for ios?
04 August 2021 (12:22) 
I can't download it!! Whyyy :(
04 August 2021 (13:50) 
Stephanie Muller
05 August 2021 (04:43) 
can someone please give me a copy? I can't download it anymore
05 August 2021 (10:15) 
Whooow it was too much to handle for me I couldn't even finish it at it gets more and more intense by the minute i don't even understand how anyone is exited and enjoys taken advantage of as that is what he is doing anyways couldn't be me LOL Nonetheless the writer deserves an applause for creativity and building up the intense sexual chemistry they have.
05 August 2021 (13:08) 
anyone, please help me how to download this.
06 August 2021 (07:23) 
I can’t download it. Huhu
06 August 2021 (10:00) 
can’t download it how does it work for ios the TOR isn’t working for me
07 August 2021 (01:31) 
does someone have a copy of this? its not available anymore :(
07 August 2021 (19:23) 
yall jusr go on the tor thing and when you downloaded that you use it like any other browser and its available there
08 August 2021 (08:20) 
08 August 2021 (11:58) 
lmk if that works ^^^
08 August 2021 (11:58) 
I remember reading this. THE COOLEST SMUT EVER. I need to read it again.
08 August 2021 (12:08) 
read this in literally less than an hour, such a good book bro its so kinky and it made me throb nonstop.
08 August 2021 (15:20) 
help me
why is the tor thingy not working where else can i read it
08 August 2021 (18:17) 
im itching to read it rn
08 August 2021 (18:18) 
HELP I read it before and I’m trying to read it again BUT I CANT DOWNLOAD IT ANYMORE DOES ANYONE HAVE A COPY???
09 August 2021 (00:22) 
09 August 2021 (08:42) 
@ba701a how do we use the link???
10 August 2021 (09:43) 
Cant downloaddd the book, someone pleaseee helpp
10 August 2021 (10:01) 
Cant downloadddd aaAaaaaa
10 August 2021 (12:08) 
Why I can't download it.?
10 August 2021 (15:13) 
Read. Now. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
11 August 2021 (14:20) 
Do any of u guys have a link or something, because nothing is working :(
11 August 2021 (17:13) 
how can i read the other chapters dunno what to do this is the first time i used this
13 August 2021 (14:34) 
How to deal with TOR browser??
14 August 2021 (05:21) 
no plot.

14 August 2021 (19:29) 
Can someone plz send the link to this book nothing works ?
15 August 2021 (00:06) 
how to read?

15 August 2021 (17:00) 
Someone give me a link for this book
15 August 2021 (20:33) 
How do you download it aahhhhhhh
16 August 2021 (05:55) 
How to download it
16 August 2021 (09:24) 
How about y’all just go on Eden books and buy it for 4$. Stop steal from ***indie*** authors.
16 August 2021 (16:15) 
y’all’s comments convinced me to read it. lol i read it in an hour and sis was a short STRAIGHT to the point book. a chapter and and it’s getting freaky. but 10/10 none the less if you’ve read like punk 27 or sum u should read this. but dont jump in if you’ve never read smut
16 August 2021 (23:57) 
I can't read it. It says download unavailable ?
17 August 2021 (08:36) 
came from tiktok i’m so embarrassed ?
17 August 2021 (16:33) 
Uhhh how do I downloaded it??? Does someone have a link or sum???
17 August 2021 (22:36) 
The writing style is awful.
The storyline is awful, too.
I guess the only successfully conveyed thing is that the book certainly provokes all kinds of reactions from readers.
I simply cannot understand so many positive rewievs.
18 August 2021 (01:22) 
how can I download it ? does anyone know?
20 August 2021 (05:39) 
I read this in one night completely love it The knife and the clown scene. Everything about this book is so hot. Can't wait for the next book.
21 August 2021 (07:47) 
Can someone send me the book pleeaaase !?! Aaahhh I want to read it so baaaaad
22 August 2021 (03:14) 
The only bad thing about this book was that it was too short :(

It was nasty and I was absolutely addicted from the first page. Such a good book
22 August 2021 (12:30) 
I don't like this books so slutty for me but the book is just for a revenge fucking revenge of Manson but so hot and I can't believe Jess suck clown dicksss my face like horror wtf! In my head saying I want Manson dick for Jess only I don't want the clowns dicks so disgusting. I was expecting the books have the end of romance like wedding?? But huhu there's no wedding I'm crying there's no courting like tf I want butterfly's from Manson lines huhu
29 August 2021 (19:37) 
it’s been removed but does anyone know where else i can read it pls
31 August 2021 (21:07) 
Ummm the book was removed where can I read it?
31 August 2021 (22:17) 
Absolutely read it! Finished it in one setting, got other friends to read it. Man! It was good. I need more like this ASAP.
01 September 2021 (12:21) 
Love, anonymous
This book is so nasty and I loved it.
05 September 2021 (03:50) 
this book is so filthy and nasty and i love it sm i can’t wait for the next one
06 September 2021 (00:43) 
finally its available
06 September 2021 (05:24) 
Why is it download unavailable? hhuuuhuhuhuh
06 September 2021 (13:57) 
Can't download, it says download unavailable. Do you have a link?
06 September 2021 (14:32) 
If you’ve already read the book can you please share it loves??
06 September 2021 (16:16) 
If you’ve already read the book can you please share it loves??
06 September 2021 (16:17) 
I have a vivid imagination
Bakit wala?! Samoka kaayo oi! Can someone send me a link? Char English Hahahah
06 September 2021 (17:22) 
you have to click the dropdown button next to download and click download as pdf
06 September 2021 (20:24) 
It didn't work! Can u at least give me a link? Or somewhere u can read this for free? I want to read this badly!
06 September 2021 (21:13) 
Can someone email me the book?
09 September 2021 (22:46) 
Lol Ann bruh how is somebody supposed to do that
10 September 2021 (14:51) 
The book is horrible
10 September 2021 (18:53) 
Not worthy, I wasn't even able to finish it.
14 September 2021 (01:04) 
Good soup!
I wish it was a bit longer and in a longer period of time. Is not intalove but is just too quick!
15 September 2021 (13:33) 
Hmu on insta for the ePub or pdf @_sa.sah__
15 September 2021 (18:43) 
Y'all if you're still struggling opening the book, just find moon+reader on playstore or whatever store you're in, then just follow the apps guide, or open the epub and open via moon+ i hope y'all get it ???? anyway
19 September 2021 (09:28) 
Oh well it was deleted by the original owner hahahahaha didn't see that :(((
19 September 2021 (09:29) 
@sasha i want that link please accept my insta request
20 September 2021 (19:55) 
anyone please give me the link ? please interact with me me in instagram @aerybae_
20 September 2021 (19:58) 
There certainly are a lot of minors in these comments. If you can't figure out how to download or convert or even open then take that as a sign that this book just isn't for you and you're not worthy because you still have your innocence. Kink is no place for minors
24 September 2021 (14:11) 
If anyone wants to read this hmu on Instagram.
24 September 2021 (14:46) 
The worst book for the BDSM community
25 September 2021 (11:34) 
This is like a Wattpad book.
25 September 2021 (14:16) 
26 September 2021 (19:13) 
I have never seen this many reviews on a book.
28 September 2021 (23:11) 
Y’all how do you read this book on here?
29 September 2021 (12:43) 
Nice book where to find

30 September 2021 (20:42) 
You can download the book from All Reading World

Search it up then you can download
30 September 2021 (20:45) 
Ivana Baková
This was... something else
01 October 2021 (17:37) 
Thank you Jane I really wanted to read this
02 October 2021 (18:30) 
I finally downloaded it! dm me for free copy @federicaaa_romanoo
03 October 2021 (17:50) 
Can someone post a link or something or send it to me on Instagram please my @ is @jademcaboy
03 October 2021 (20:23) 
can someone send the copy to ican't download it @arianne.delossantos.3388 here's my ig [please]

04 October 2021 (10:21) 
hey y’all, you can find this book on ‘all reading world’ i just searched it up and downloaded it :)
05 October 2021 (01:26) 
k y'all I ain't finna scam you but explaining it on insta is better but I'll try my best here. If you look on the download button where you have it open it shows a black box says it's been deleted. There's a link on the black box and it'll take you to another page and it'll give you instructions. First download TOR. (don't worry I tried it, it's free and no viruses and it's like another application on it's own so it won't interfere with anything on your normal web browser) and then when it's downloaded go back to the opened page that gives you instructions and you'll see a link there. Copy & paste it into the TOR browser. Then it takes you to this website we're on rn and tells you to log in. When you've logged in it'll take you to the book and try downloading it and it works!!! I'm sorry if it isn't clear. If you need to ask questions dm me on insta @siskbye_ You're welcome people!!!
05 October 2021 (06:17) 
Lil bitch
Well..I enjoyed it...actually loved it...see y'all In hell!!!
05 October 2021 (20:41) 
Eeeeeeeedeeeddee. Kom
07 October 2021 (10:53) 
Boring,Lack of beauty,Novels satisfying the psychology of curiosity.
14 October 2021 (11:21) 
Camila Perez
I can't download it. Omgg I seen so many people recommend it and I can't read it!!
20 October 2021 (08:53) 
Damn have to go to church after reading this
20 October 2021 (15:41) 
hot damn... absolutely loved it!
21 October 2021 (02:06) 
Can anyone send it to me on IG please? sz.bea.x
27 October 2021 (12:01) 
29 October 2021 (13:41) 
Can't put this book down and guarantee you'll finish in 1 night. This will have your imagination running wild and left wanting more, more, more!! Rather slow in beginning but just keep reading and thank me later 10/10 on smut radar
01 November 2021 (23:19) 
Anyone who wants the link dm me on insta alena_gataki (i can email it also)
06 November 2021 (01:16) 
fry razo <3
Loved it, 100% recommended
16 November 2021 (17:20) 
can someone send it to me, I can't download it insta: wordsby.s.r
21 November 2021 (16:24) 
alguien me lo puede embiar por insta, se lo agradeseria un monton insta:alddlv
23 November 2021 (20:16) 
Be sure to check TW before reading incase you might be uncomfortable with some of the things!
28 November 2021 (01:49) 
hello, guys. i also encountered the 'download is unavailable' button earlier but then, i noticed that i did not logged in with my acc. and after logging in, by miracle the button disappeared, and i already have a copy on my phone. just now.

so i conclude that u must first make an acc. or log in if u already have. i hope it helps.
01 December 2021 (12:18) 
this book is poorly written. the dialogues are so weak. gosh, i couldn't even finish reading it coz it's too cringey for me. it looks like there's no stable plot: just pure smut.

just another overrated story that ig, doesn't deserve so much attention.

but well, go on.
01 December 2021 (15:18) 
Good, not great, and a typically written 'master-slave' porn story with a few iffy reaches that seem pretty unlikely but you just need to let them have. Still, it may push your buttons but you'll have to drag yourself through a couple chapters of vanilla. Won't go in my top 10 or top 100.
06 December 2021 (23:29) 
One more (there are many above) "How To." Put the Tor browser on your computer - download and install it. Once in a while you'll want to use this cool anonymous browser again. In other words, good software to have on your computer.
Open Tor and go to
See the "dot onion"? - it only works on Tor browser.
Z-Library will open.
Search then go to "The Dare" and you'll see "Download."
If you've gotta read this slutty, smutty porn, that's how to get it.
07 December 2021 (00:47) 
if anyone is wondering on how to get the book i just figured it out and i'm so happy because i've been trying forever, basically what i did was i searched up the book name and scrolled down to the second option of the book, and it works, sorry if this is a bad explanation, if you need more help you can message me on insta, @nichqle
07 December 2021 (18:13) 
damn this book is just so ???
12 December 2021 (10:12) 
this book was so filthyyy and so fucking nice
12 December 2021 (10:13) 
I absolutely recommend this book. Its not cringe in my opinion, but I do wish Manson and Jess spent did more lmfao. There's also a sequel coming out from what I heard, I'm 100% reading that shit! It wasn't that dark, I've read worse.
13 December 2021 (17:01) 
If you like a book that is erotic from start to finish with very little non sexual dialogue/story, this book is for you. Read it in one sitting, didn’t enjoy it as much as I thought I would.
16 December 2021 (02:56) 
It's what I've been looking for in my entire smut scavenging career.
27 December 2021 (22:03) 
28 December 2021 (21:02) 
You guys this was amazing omg
10 January 2022 (02:56) 
It’s low quality porn, a cliche high school/party setting with little to no substance. Just explicit description of sexual acts. You are better off watching some good porn video. The story is derivative of B grade Hollywood high school movies. Even American Pie has more fun than this. Better try Sylvia Day or Diana Gabildon.
15 January 2022 (11:00) 

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The Dare

By Harley Laroux

Copyright © 2019 by Harley Laroux

All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner

whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.


Title Page


Part I - The Game

Part II - The Dare

Part III - The Clowns

Part IV - The Knife



This book is not intended for anyone under the age of legal adulthood. It contains graphic sexual scenes, including INTENSE fetish, kink, and BDSM-related activities.

This book is intended as fictitious fantasy only.

This book is not intended to be used as a resource for sexual education, or as an informational guide to sex or BDSM.

The scenes within this book are not meant to depict realistic expectations of BDSM or fetish-related activities.

The Kinks/Fetishes Within:

This book contains intense fantasy scenes of hard kinks/edgeplay.

Heavy erotic humiliation, heavy fearplay, heavy painplay, heavy knifeplay, consensual non-consent play (with consent shown), boot worship, spanking, crying, blowjobs, clowns, spit, bondage, light public play, light bloodplay.

Please proceed with caution.

Part I - The Game

A lot of things change after high school. Straight-A students become deadbeats, shy nerds are suddenly married with kids, guys who swore they were going to join the NFL end up joining the Marines instead. People make all kinds of weird decisions once they hit adulthood - like Daniel Peters, for example, decided to start inviting freaks to his parties.

It was late October, Halloween weekend to be exact. The night was cold, an icy breeze whipping up flurries of golden leaves down the quiet suburban streets. Daniel’s neighborhood was gated, requiring check-in at the gatehouse before we could even drive our car through. A list of guests had been left with the guard, and he checked it meticulously as I showed him my ID.

“Jessica Martin, hm?” he said, tapping his pen;  repeatedly on his clipboard. I gave him a tense, impatient smile, and glanced back at the line of cars that had begun to form behind us. Daniel was known for his massive parties - dozens if not hundreds of guests would fill his parents’ massive house, pool, and sizeable backyard. That was one thing that hadn’t changed after high school: none of us had given up partying.

“And you are…?” the guard glanced past me to the passenger in my Corolla, my best friend since Freshman year.

“Ashley Garcia,” she said, staring down at her phone as she typed. “Do you, like...need my ID or something?”

“No, no, you’re alright. So are you ladies headed to a Halloween party?” I could feel the guard’s eyes lingering on my body - at least what he could see of it through the window. Both Ashley and I had dressed up as angels - slutty, sexy angels. My sheer white bra would’ve shown off my nipple piercings if it wasn’t for the pasties I’d slapped on underneath, and if I happened to bend over in my short satin skirt people would definitely be getting a view of my thong. Our angel wings were small, made of white feathers, clipped to the back of our bras.

I was getting really tired of this old perv trying to make small talk. I had no doubt he’d already seen our names on the list and was just trying to get us to have a conversation with him. I impatiently glanced back as yet another car pulled into line. The truck right behind us was shaking and rumbling, absolute hell for my ears. Something about the ugly old beast looked familiar...

Then I saw the guy driving, and immediately remembered where I had seen the truck before.

“Fucking Manson Reed is behind us!” I blurted, as soon as the guard finally buzzed us through. Ashley immediately looked up from her phone, turned, and strained in her seat to look into the truck as we left it behind at the gate.

“You have got to be kidding,” she said. “Are you sure? I can’t see anything with those headlights.”

“I saw him. And that’s his same old shitty truck.”

“You don’ don’t think…” Ashley sat back in her seat, giving me a serious look. “You don’t think Daniel invited him, do you?”

“Oh God, hell no,” I winced in disgust. “Daniel wouldn’t invite that weirdo. Not after what happened.”

“Remember, Daniel has been on that whole “acceptance for everyone” kick since he took that Philosophy class,” Ashley said warningly. “And it’s not like Manson lives here. Why else would he be in this neighborhood?”

I shook my head. “No way have Daniel’s invite standards dropped that low. Besides, literally everyone from high school is freaked out over Manson. Yeah, it’s been a couple years, but no one really forgets the kid who almost stabbed someone.”

Ashley folded her arms with a little shudder and I sped up, putting the old truck further behind us. All the houses in Daniel’s neighborhood were massive, sitting on wide lawns behind tall wrought-iron gates, shaded by old trees. I could hear the music before I even turned the corner onto Daniel’s street. Cars lined the sidewalk, but I managed to find a spot just a short walk away.

"Sooo, like, not to bring up shameful moments," Ashley spoke slowly, popping her bubblegum before she went on. "But didn't you and Manson have, like, a thing?"

I sighed heavily. Why did she have to bring that up? "We made out in the bathroom once, but that's not a thing." She raised her eyebrows at me skeptically. "It's not a thing!"

She made a face. "I mean...Kyle thought it was a thing."

I scoffed. "Kyle and I weren't even together. We were so on and off."

"Oookay, but were you on, or off?"

"Apparently Kyle thought we were on," I rolled my eyes. "That's why he was such an asshole about it."

"Yeah, but I mean, Manson did pull a knife on him. What kind of freak carries a knife to high school?"

The kind of freak who anticipated my ex’s anger and came prepared for it. Kyle had always been an asshole to Manson - he’d been an asshole to everyone, but Manson in particular. He was the perfect victim: quiet, head down, usually dressed in black, with a denim jacket covered in patches. Manson had run with the Goth crowd, the skaters, even the anime kids. He’d somehow managed to get his foot in every reject group possible. He was a good punching bag for Kyle, especially once Kyle realized that Manson and I...had...

Not a thing, no. But as much as I had teased Manson - little stuck-up cheerleader that I was - Manson teased back. We had the misfortune of our lockers being next to each other, so there was no avoiding the sight of his annoying face. There were days we would bicker back and forth in the halls all the way to class, name-calling, insulting, laughing -

I wasn't really sure if it was normal to develop a crush on my nemesis, but one thing led to another and…then Kyle found out that I’d actually kissed Manson. It was social suicide for me, but it was a great way to piss off my ex.

Kyle and three friends had cornered Manson in the boy’s bathroom. They’d planned to beat him - Kyle told me some shit later about “defending my honor.” But Manson had come prepared.

He had to have known what he was getting into when he kissed me: I was Kyle’s ex, Captain of the cheerleading squad, one of the most popular girls in school. I’d tugged Manson into the bathroom, four days after Kyle and I broke up, and made out with him against the cold tile wall.

“You know it was all just to make Kyle mad anyway,” I said briskly, re-applying my lipgloss in the visor mirror. “He hated that kid. Plus Kyle had dumped me for Veronica Mills! Obviously I had to piss him off.”

“Yeah, well, it worked,” Ashley shrugged. “Kyle got mad, you got back together, and then you broke up again anyway.” She rolled her eyes. “You could’ve picked someone else to piss him off with. Manson looks like he’d be into, like...killing small animals.”

A sudden, intense urge to deny her assessment rose up in me. I'd said worse things about Manson to his face, but when someone else said it, it irritated me in a way I couldn't fully understand.

I shook it off. That was the past, petty high school drama. I was better off not dwelling on it. I reached into the backseat to grab my bag, and Ashley suddenly clutched my arm.

“Manson at twelve o’ clock,” she muttered.

I looked up slowly. Manson’s big truck had pulled over to park in front of us. Oh my god., he couldn't actually be here for the party...

The truck door opened. Manson was a tall, slim guy, and he looked even taller in his tight jeans and lace-up leather boots. He was wearing a black t-shirt that hugged his chest and was criss-crossed with some kind of leather straps - a harness? He’d had a mohawk in high school, but now his light brown hair was slicked back. As he hopped out of the truck and slammed his door shut, he carefully fit a shiny vinyl officer’s hat on his head.

“Oh my god, look down, look down, look down!”

Ashley tried to warn me, but I was too late. Manson walked past our car and locked eyes with me, freezing me in my seat. He had one white contact in, giving an eerie look to his face, his other eye looking almost black in contrast. I gulped as he passed, unable to look away, unable to blink.

He grinned at me - a slow, appraising grin. Then he was gone, down the sidewalk toward the party. I sighed, slumping in my seat. Maybe he hadn't recognized me. Maybe he didn't remember me at all!

But I could remember. I could still picture Manson’s face when he was escorted to the principal’s office. I’d known what Kyle was going to do, and I’d texted Manson the night before, the only text I’d ever sent him, telling him not to come to school. He’d come anyway. When all the boys were finally dragged out of the bathroom, Manson had been the one taken away by the two campus guards. He’d had that big purple bruise on his left cheek, a drip of blood running down his chin from a split lip, and a grim smile on his face.

I felt weird as I thought about it, and squirmed uncomfortably. There was something scary about the way he’d looked, but I couldn’t get his face out of my head. He hadn’t been afraid. He’d come that day knowing what was going to happen, and pulled a knife on six-foot-three Kyle Baggins and his jock friends.

I’d wanted to kiss him again as I saw him escorted off. I’d wanted to text him when I found out he’d been expelled. I wanted to tell him that I was proud he’d defended himself, that Kyle had deserved the scare, that I didn’t blame him for bringing the knife.

I never did. I had a reputation to uphold and Manson Reed didn’t fit into it.

“What. A. Creep.” Ashley said, shoving open her door. “We’re avoiding him like the plague. Hopefully he gets kicked out.”

“Hopefully,” I muttered, as I slid on my heels. The shoes were strappy and tall, with a white filigree pattern that zipped all the way up to my knee. I caught my reflection in the car window and smiled. I loved making an entrance.

The walkway up to the house was lined with jack-o-lanterns, candles flickering inside their wide grinning faces. Plastic skeletons hung from the pillars beside the house's entry doors, and fake gravestones littered the grass across the front yard. The thumping bass of a live DJ pounded through my chest as I pressed the doorbell. It was only seconds before a middle-aged woman with bleached blonde hair and a glass of Sangria flung open the door.

“Oh my goooodddd, Jessicaaaaaa!” she screeched, wrapping me in a tight hug that squished me against her fake tits. “And Ashley, oh my god, welcome ladies!”

“Hi, Mrs. Peters,” I gave her a smile as we stepped into the entryway. Mrs. Peters was the literal definition of a “cool mom” - she was always present at her son’s parties, laughing, dancing, and drinking. She was one of those parents who didn’t really seem like a parent - but every now and then would drop some wisdom that could only come from decades of experience on the planet.

The pale cream walls and decorative mahogany table in the entry room had been strewn with fake cobwebs, and the light bulbs in the chandelier overhead switched out for blacklights. Lifelike mannequins of zombie babies were tucked into the corners and stared down at us from the stairway. The house was packed, as I expected. There were dozens of people I knew - some friendly, some not. Being captain of the cheerleading squad and dating the football team’s star quarterback had definitely earned me some enemies, even after graduation. I knew I hadn’t been the nicest person in high school either - but whatever. The past was the past.

Ashley and I poured ourselves some drinks and wandered the party, meeting up with friends and making small-talk, admiring the house’s creepy decor. Daniel had always made sure to go all-out with his party decorations. The sangria was held in a giant witch’s cauldron, the cheese dip had been molded into the shape of a brain, and even the hors d'oeuvres looked like creepy little spiders and severed fingers.

Outside, people dove into the heated pool and played drinking games at the several tables that had been setup to host beer pong and King’s Cup. The DJ played on the cobweb-strewn gazebo, wearing a bright red suit and devil horns. The backyard was large, covered with grass, with rows of bushes lining the stone wall that surrounded it.

Near the beer pong tables we finally found Daniel, shot-gunning a beer before he leaped - fully clothed - into the pool. But he hadn’t been drinking alone. He’d been chugging alongside none other than Manson Reed, who tossed aside his empty beer can with a smile and laughed as Daniel went diving.

I felt like I’d stepped into the Uncanny Valley. I’d been a little out of the loop since I started college, but this was all wrong. Why the hell was Manson drinking with Daniel? Why was he surrounded by people who wouldn’t have looked twice at him in high school? Why -

“Why is he staring at you?” Ashley said, holding her cup up to her mouth to mask her lips. She was right: Manson’s eyes had fallen on me and he had yet to look away. There was recognition in his eyes, and I wondered what memory came up for him first. Was it me glancing at him in silence as I walked through the halls holding Kyle's hand? Or was it my face inches from his own before we kissed, as I whispered, “Promise not to tell?”

WIth a sudden sharp pain in my chest, I wondered if he hated me. Not like I cared about gaining the approval of a weirdo like him, but...the way he was looking at me didn’t feel hateful. He seemed curious, his eyes lingering over my face and then down, over my body. Of course he’d stare. Everyone stared. But somehow I still felt...what was this...guilt?

After all, I'd made-out with him and then immediately got back with the guy who'd been bullying him since freshman year. I’d teased him relentlessly, spread rumors about him, laughed at him. If that didn't make me look like an asshole, I didn't know what would.

“Hey-hey, ladies, welcome!” Daniel ran over, dripping from the pool, offering us hi-fives instead of hugs. Manson’s gaze finally broke as Daniel clasped his hand companionably and said, “Nice job, bro. Just not fast enough!”

“This is so fucking weird,” Ashley whispered. “Since when are they friends?”

I shrugged, trying not to linger on the topic. The more I thought about it, and the more I looked at Manson, the more awkward I felt. And “awkward” wasn’t a normal feeling for me at all.

A round of beer pong had just ended, so Ashley and I stepped up to challenge the winners. I had always been a competitive person - whether it was cheerleading or beer pong, I hated to lose. We sank the opposing team’s cups quickly, taking them down within a few minutes and getting a nice buzz while we were at it. With the game over, I realized that a small crowd had gathered to watch us play. Manson was watching too. Watching me.

Again, the fear that he hated me gripped my chest, but I couldn’t wrap my mind around why I cared. I hadn’t seen or thought of him in years. Our kiss had faded into the background of my memories, as had all our tense interactions, all my cruel words and haughty looks. It had faded - until I saw him tonight. Now it all crashed back into me like a punch to the chest.

I thought of the bruise under his eye after Kyle had gone after him...the blood on his lip...but none of that shit was my fault. Okay, maybe some of it was my fault…and sure, most of my interactions with him had been me teasing him and calling him names...but he'd teased me back!

All I'd done was kiss him.

And he'd kissed me back.

I'd spent way too much time since then trying to figure out why. Why Manson Reed?

It hadn’t been because his quiet, brooding looks had always scared me, and things that scared me were irresistible. It hadn’t been because behind that shy, withdrawn exterior I was certain there was a beast lying in wait. It hadn’t been because his lips were surprisingly soft, and when I’d kissed him he’d wrapped his hand around my throat, and my heart had fluttered for a second -

No. It hadn’t been because of any of that. At all. It was just petty high school shit that we were all better off forgetting.

“Who’s next?” Ashley laughed, sipping down the last of her drink. “Come on, who’s the next challenger?”

“I’ll give it go.”

My heart sank into my shoes. Manson had stepped up. Now that he was closer, standing almost directly in front of me across the table, I could see that he’d become muscular since I’d last seen him. He wasn’t bulky, but his biceps strained against the sleeves of his shirt and his chest was tight beneath the leather harness he wore. What was up with that harness anyway? What the hell was he supposed to be dressed as? Was it some kind of fetish thing?

“Uh, sure, okay,” Ashley sounded irritated. “Who’s your teammate?”

Manson shrugged. “Just me. Me against her.” He pointed at me. It was a struggle to keep my mouth from falling open. I hid my discomfort behind the best resting bitch face I could manage.

“Yeah, maybe you haven’t noticed, but we’re playing in teams,” I said slowly, sarcastically.

“Aw, scared you’ll lose if you play alone?” His voice was taunting, familiar. It was the same way he'd spoken to me in high school when he'd snap back at my teasing. Except now his voice was steadier. He was almost cocky in the way he carried himself, his mannerisms, his tone.

Dammit, he knew how to get to me.

I laughed. “Oh, honey, no. More like I’ll be bored with how easy beating you will be.”

“I take it you accept the challenge then,” he said, bouncing the little white ball on the table. “I mean, it’s an easy victory for you after all, right?”

My jaw clenched. I wanted to snap out something rude, but Daniel interrupted us.

“Woah, guys, if you’re gonna go one versus one, let’s make this a little more interesting!” He came up to the table, sharpie in hand, and began to write on our cups: a single word on some and nothing on others. As he wrote on one closest to me, I glimpsed what it said: DARE.

“Drink or dare!” he exclaimed. “Same house rules except if you make it in one of your opponent’s “dare” cups, they have the option to do your dare instead of lose the cup.” He smiled slyly. “Any dare you want. No boundaries.”

The crowd began to cheer, then chant, “Drink or dare! Drink or dare! Drink or dare!” It was exactly the kind of spectacle a bunch of shit-faced college students would love - and with that many eyes on me, I’d never live it down if I backed out.

“Fine,” I said, picking up my ball. “I hope you’re ready to be humiliated, Manson. Oh wait...but you’re already used to humiliation, aren’t you?”

The crowd rippled with laughter. They knew exactly what I was talking about. They all knew. Manson may have managed to get on Daniel’s good side, but that didn’t mean everyone had forgotten where he came from.

Manson just smiled as we went eye to eye. “So you do remember my name. I'm flattered, Jessica. Miss Popular remembers who I am, oh wow!” His voice was dripping with sarcasm. He lined up his shot, and said, “I guess I was such a good kisser that you can’t forget my name.”

Less people knew about that. Far less. But there were still murmurs and gasps of “oooh, shit!” from those who did know. I winced, instantly irritated as my face grew hot. That grin of his was unnerving - so unnerving that I missed my cup and lost the eye to eye. I swore softly. I couldn’t let him get under my skin.

“So how’s Kyle been, Jess?” Manson said as he lined up his first shot.

“I wouldn’t know,” I said sharply. “We’re not together.”

“Aww, too bad. Prom King and Queen didn’t get their happily-ever-after. What a sad world. Shocking, honestly.” His ball flew through the air and sunk - luckily not in a dare cup. I didn’t know what kind of dares he might come up with, but I didn’t want to find out. I guzzled down the cheap beer and set the cup aside.

“I was surprised to see you here, Manson,” I said, taking aim. “I didn’t know Daniel was extending invites to dogs.”

More laughter, even from Manson. The words bounced off of him like ping pong balls. The routine felt familiar. The longer we snapped back and forth, the more my heart raced.

“Everyone likes dogs,” he said, leaning down behind the cups so that as I aimed, I was forced to meet his eyes. He was so damn distracting - and creepy - with that one white contact in. “And those who don’t, well...only assholes kick a dog and expect not to get bit.”

“You still carrying knives around?” I tried to sound condescending, but my voice shot up in pitch.

“Always.” So serious. So damn serious. My hand shook, and the ball flew - made it in! A dare cup too! I folded my arms victoriously

“So what’s your dare, Miss Jess?” he said, looking at the cup musingly. “I might just take it.”

The crowd was shouting suggestions, from the mundane to the completely outrageous. Then Ashley leaned forward and whispered in my ear, and I smiled slyly.

“I dare go inside, shove your head in the toilet, and flush it,” I said sweetly. His smile, that oh-so-cocky grin, faltered slightly. “You’ve had plenty of practice with that already, right?”

For a second, I thought he might actually do it. Instead, he downed the cup and set it aside. It still had the effect I wanted regardless: he'd lost his cocky grin.

“Oh, Jess,” he shook his head. “Jess, Jess, Jess. Don’t you know that you’re supposed to grow up after high school? We’re all adults here.” He tossed the ball and made it in. A dare for me too. “But I guess some of us really did peak in high school.”

“What’s your dare?” I snapped. There was no way I was losing this game - I would take whatever dare he gave me.

He didn’t even hesitate. He’d just been waiting for the opportunity to say it. “Kiss my boots.”

People gasped, laughed, and whistled. Ashley make a horrified noise behind me. I frowned. “So...what...just one little kiss?”

“Oh, no, no, no,” he chuckled, walking around the side of the table so I could see him fully, boots and all. “I dare you to get on your knees, get your face down to the ground, and kiss my boots for sixty seconds.” The horror on my face brought back that cocky grin of his. “Or you can pussy out and drink.”

“Big words from someone who just refused his dare,” I shot back. But he was unfazed.

“Yes or no, Jessica,” he said. Now the crowd was invested. Of course they wanted to see me do it, the perverted fucks. Of all things for him to choose, he'd gone straight for something humiliating - not that I had chosen any differently. I tossed back my hair, determined not to let him see me sweat.

“Fine. Sixty seconds.”

The crowd burst into cheers. Ashley was muttering protests behind me, stunned that I was actually going to do it. I walked around the table, heart pounding as Manson stood before me, arms folded. As I got closer, I remembered how tall he was. He could look down at me even in my heels, and as I sunk to my knees in the grass, he loomed over me like a creepy dead-eyed specter.

I glanced up, and Manson smirked down at me. “You look a lot better on your knees, Jessica,” he said softly, soft enough that I don’t think anyone else could have heard him over the music.

“Enjoying your revenge?” I hissed.

He laughed, shaking his head. “It’s just a dare, Jess. It’s a game."

It wasn’t just a game. It was more than that. This was payback for every time I’d laughed at him, every time I’d whispered about him behind his back. Payback for the kiss that had gotten him attacked and expelled.

I wasn’t going to let him see me blush...but the heat in my face had become a wildfire, overtaking every inch of skin. I was certain that even my toes were blushing. I lowered my head...bent low...ass up. My skirt hitched up, and the cold night air brushed against my cheeks. Cheers burst out, whistles and catcalls - if I was going to get attention, I figured I’d be hot while I did it.

I’d make Manson wish he could have more of me.

His boots were shiny, as if they’d just been polished. The leather was worn, with cracks and wrinkles around the ankle and where his laces were pulled tight. As I got closer I could smell the leather itself, rich and slightly sweet. The smell rushed in my nose and awakened something in me, a strange feeling I couldn’t quite name. I inhaled again, deeply, filling my head with the scent.

I kissed the toe of his boot, eliciting more cheers from the crowd. The leather felt smooth under my lips. I kissed it again, then switched and kissed the other. Sixty seconds...only sixty seconds...that would go by quickly, right? I touched my lips to them lightly, but even so, my pale lipgloss left the imprint of my kisses behind. The marks would remain there, likely for the rest of the night, a constant reminder of what I’d done. The heat that had been rising in my cheeks became a blaze, and I was thankful my hair hid my face. The position I’d chosen to put myself in was causing my tight thong to press even tighter against my intimate parts, and I was suddenly, horrifyingly aware that I was having a reaction to this that I hadn’t expected.

I was getting wet. My pussy felt so warm it was as if she was blushing too. Shit, shit, shit! Surely it wouldn’t show through my thong, but the thought that someone might see a damp spot when I was in this humiliating position made my blush go cold with horror.

Why was this turning me on?

I kissed up the toe, until I reached the curve of his ankle. I kissed there, too, where the leather was worn. I wondered what it would be like to run my tongue over it, to feel the texture of the leather, to savor it, just once.

It was the longest minute of my life.

I had never done something so blatantly degrading. I had expected to feel my embarrassment turn thick and settle in my stomach, twist it like rotten food and leave me feeling ill. Instead, that feeling of embarrassment was turning into lust, and suddenly I was thinking about Manson pressing the sole of his boot down on my face. I was thinking of him crushing me into the grass, laughing at me, calling me a dirty whore for daring to like it -

“Sixty seconds!” Daniel yelled out the count, to the sound of more cheers and whistles. I got up, feeling dizzy, and turned away as quickly as I could. I didn’t want to see Manson's smug, victorious face.

I went back to my side of the table, chin up, and tucked back my hair, trying to act as if nothing unusual had happened. Ashley was watching me, wide-eyed.

“Was it that bad?” I said softly, taking her drink as she offered it and guzzling the alcohol down.

“Well...I was uh…” she shrugged, brushing it off. “It was just a dare. And you looked hot as fuck doing it. But girl… you're really red."

I nodded quickly. If I could have willed my blush away, I would have. Instead it remained, my very own scarlet letter branded over every inch of me.

Steadying my breath, I turned back to my opponent. “What the fuck are you smirking for?” I demanded. Manson looked pleased. Far too pleased.

“Was it worth not losing the cup?” he said. I readied my aim.

“Of course it was. I don’t plan to lose, Manson.” I sunk his cup and he drank again, but he'd claimed a victory and we both knew it.

We traded cups, back and forth. He did his next dare, taking a raw egg shot effortlessly when I'd hoped to see him gag on it. He took more of mine, cups without dares, so I drank them down. It was just cheap beer, so my buzz was subtle even as I got down to only 4 cups remaining.

“Looks like you might be losing, Jess,” Manson chuckled, shaking his head. “Unless you really like doing dares.”

“I don’t lose,” I said, my voice dripping with fake sweetness. While I was distracted with his taunts, he bounced the ball and made it in, and the crowd gasped at my bad luck. Two cups for one, both of them dares. I sighed, closing my eyes to mask my frustration.

“Just give me the dare,” I groaned, certain that Manson was going to come up with something evil. Someone handed him a mixed drink that he took a long sip of, and seeing the comradery grated on my nerves. Why did people like him? Why had everyone decided to suddenly be nice to the freak?

“It’s for two cups,” he said warningly. “You know it’s going to be a hard one.”

“You don’t scare me, Manson.”

A lie - he did scare me. With one white eye, that confident grin, and my kiss marks on his boots, he seemed like he held all the power. Even worse: every time I looked at him and found him staring back, I felt a warm rush in my belly and tingles up my back.

He was turning me on. Just standing there, he was turning me on, and that scared me.

“I like that thong you’re wearing,” he said musingly, pacing a little as if in thought. My stomach twisted up into a knot. “I saw it while you were down on your knees. Real cute choice to wear under a short skirt.” I rolled my eyes. I wasn’t ashamed of the crowd having seen my underwear; I’d always gotten enjoyment out of showing off, knowing they desired me but couldn't have me. But I had a feeling I knew what Manson was going to dare me to do, and I already didn't like it.

“Take your thong off,” he said. “And give it to me.”

Cheers and whistles immediately sounded. We’d attracted a sizeable crowd. Girls from my old cheerleading squad were there, people I’d known for years. All watching, waiting, sipping their drinks.

If I hesitated too long, I’d overthink it. I was not going to lose, not to Manson. I reached up under my skirt and yanked down my thong. As I did, I could feel my arousal clinging to the fabric. Even glancing at them briefly, I noticed that there was a spot of wetness on the cloth that would betray all my prideful posturing the second he looked at it.

Someone howled their approval. Phones were out, recording. This would be all over social media in the morning. But I put on my best sarcastic smile and twirled the panties around my finger.

“Are these what you want, Manson?” I said. “Hmm?”

He held out his hand expectantly. So damn cocky, as if it was no surprise to him that I took the dare, no surprise that I was giving him exactly what he wanted without hesitation. Before I could think myself out of it, I balled up the thong and threw it over, chucking it aggressively.

He caught it, smirked, and held it spread between two fingers. “Thanks for the trophy."

“You fucking perv,” I tried to sound disgusted, but my voice came out too high and shaky to be convincing. To my horror, I saw Manson's eyes linger on the gusset and spot the dampness. As his gaze slid back up to me, there was a fire in his eyes.

I braced myself, expecting him to announce it, and add more fuel to the humiliation bonfire. But he just shoved the thong into his pocket with a victorious smile.

“Your move,” he said.

Standing there in my short skirt with no panties proved to be a significant distraction to my game. Every breath of wind kissed up under my skirt and slid over my pussy, cold and shocking against my wet lips. Yes, wet. Embarrassingly wet. I tried not to think about it, tried not to let my mind linger on the peak of white fabric poking out of Manson’s pocket.

I squeezed my legs together, worried that I was going to drip down my thighs. The moment I let my mind wander back to how embarrassing this all was, it only got worse. What was wrong with me? I was literally being degraded in front of friends and strangers, and I liked it.

Manson was certainly enjoying himself; I could see it all over his face. I wondered how long he'd thought about humiliating me, if he'd fantasized about making me squirm, making my cheeks turn red and my voice shake. I wondered if it was turning him on too.

I took another of his cups, and he took two more of mine. Daniel declared house rules to be that if a dare had already been used to keep a cup, if the ball went in again there wouldn’t be a second dare. Since I’d already used my last dare to save two cups, those two swiftly went off the table.

Manson’s aim was annoyingly good. He got a third cup from me, and I clenched my fists as I waited for his dare. What else could he possibly ask of me?

He pulled my thong out of his pocket. “Take your next shot, with this in your mouth.”

Shocked gasps and howls went up from the bystanders. Some were disgusted, some intrigued. Their phones were still out. I snatched up the cup, chugged it down, and threw it furiously aside.

“Fuck you,” I jabbed my finger at him. “Fuck. You.”

Manson shrugged, and tucked my underwear back into his pocket. “Relax, Jessica. It’s just part of the game.”

Part of me wanted to continue shouting at him. But I was losing and doing that would make me look even worse. I’d drank down the cup as quickly as I could because if I hadn’t...if I’d allowed myself to consider his dare for even a moment...I might have done it.

I imagined stuffing my own panties into my mouth at his command, then standing there drooling and gagged in front of everyone. I squeezed my legs together tighter. Maybe I was only paranoid, but I was certain that Manson could tell this was turning me on: there was a little too much humor in his crooked smile.

I was down to only one cup. I took one of his, then another. He would have only one cup remaining if he didn’t take my dare, and we’d be tied. The game was far too close for comfort. People were shouting obscene dare suggestions, but I already knew what I wanted.

“I dare you to give me back my thong,” I said tightly. He looked at me skeptically.

“You sure you don’t want to come up with something else?” he said. But I was determined.

“No. I dare you to give it back.”

It was a weak dare, but I couldn't bear standing there feeling so naked. It was too distracting to see the lace peeking out of his pocket, and there was no way was I giving him the satisfaction of getting to take it home with him.

He drank. He drank the damn cup rather than give my thong back, and my mouth dropped open.

“Your turn,” he said, smiling at my shock. Softer, but no less confident, he added “You’re gonna lose. Better get it over with.”

We were tied. I couldn't lose, not now! Not after all his smirking and smug looks; I'd never live this night down. I carefully took my aim, shot - missed. I glanced back at Ashley, and found her watching in horror, hand over her mouth. She thought I was going to lose.

After that miss, I thought I was about to lose, too.

Manson took aim. The crowd was waiting with bated breath. I needed a drink, two drinks, a shot. I needed my thong back, because I couldn’t separate my legs without feeling the dampness of my arousal.

The ball flew through the air - and plopped effortlessly into the cup. The onlookers cheered, certain victory was his even before my rebuttal. I tried to concentrate, tried to take my time with careful aim...but then Manson reached down and toyed with the edge of my thong, caressing the fabric between his fingers. My aim was off, way off.

I’d lost.

I squeezed my eyes shut, holding back a growl of frustration. Drunken Daniel picked Manson up in a bear hug, holding him aloft as if he'd just won the Super Bowl. People gathered closer, congratulating his victory, holding up their phones and replaying the videos they'd gotten of me on my knees. God dammit, I was screwed. My social standing had just been drop-kicked. I stomped off, and Ashley quickly latched herself reassuringly to my side. I was ready to lose myself in a drunken stupor and forget this annoying game.

“Jess! Jessica!”

I turned back, jaw clenched. Manson was motioning me back. “You still have a dare, Jess.”

He was right: my final cup had DARE written on the side. But what kind of dare was he going to give me that meant potentially losing his victory? It would be horrible, I just knew it. He would choose something I’d have to refuse.

“Fine,” I came back to the table slowly, arms folded. I didn’t even want to hear it. “What is it?”

He paused before he answered, and I swear it was just to watch me squirm. I tried to keep still, but my pussy was still slowly dripping, and I could feel it on my thighs. Just having him look at me like that - as if I were insignificant - made me want to curl myself back down onto my knees.

“I’m going to give you another rebuttal," he said. "If you make it, you win, instantly. But if you don’t...and you have to be my slave for the rest of the night.”

My heart was pounding, and I masked how intrigued I was with anger. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Your slave?”

“You do whatever I order you to, for the rest of the night or until you go home. Any and every order, you do it. No avoiding me. If you agree, you stick by my side.”

Fuck him. Fuck him and his stupid dare. Fuck this crowd and how invested they were in seeing me brought down. And fuck my vagina for betraying me every step of the way and making me horny over all this. I had to refuse.

Something in me was telling me I'd lose, that I'd lose and I'd like it. I couldn't even let myself consider it.

“What happened to all that competitive spirit, Jess?” Manson pouted mockingly as I wrestled with myself. Potential social destruction...or a chance to redeem myself. “Are you intimidated? A little scared of losing now?”

I snatched up the ball. Fury, intrigue, and horniness were creating a concoction inside of me that made my brain feel like mush and set my skin on fire.

Throw the shot, said an evil little voice in my head. You know you don’t really want to win. You want to do that dare. You want to get on your knees for him again.

My hands were shaking, time around me was slowing. The only thing in focus was Manson. Manson with his one white eye, his cocky grin, and my lip marks on his boots. Manson, waiting and watching. Manson, knowing he’d won.

My ball landed in the grass. Ashley swore up a storm behind me and immediately called to me, "Come on, Jess, just forget it!"

But I couldn’t. Manson curled his finger at me, motioning to me as the next group of players crowded onto the table.

“How’s it feel to be a loser?” he said softly, as I came to his side, arms folded, refusing to meet his eyes. His words dug into me, that smooth condescending tone sliding slimily over my skin. He’d gotten to me, he’d actually gotten to me…

And the worst part was...I’d enjoyed it.

Part II - The Dare

"So. You're actually doing this?"

The party was raging on around us. The next round of beer pong had begun, crowding us away from the table, so we stood on the sidelines, amongst the crowd. I kept hearing the audio of my humiliating video playing again and again, followed by laughter. I could hear murmurs of my name, the gossip already spreading.

Ashley stood behind me impatiently. I knew she was waiting for me to join her, regardless of the dare. After all, what kind of person would accept a dare like that and then actually carry through? Being Manson’s slave? Obeying his every word? It sounded ridiculous.

But I was going to do it.

Manson's question hung between us. He looked uncertain, even a little irritated, as if he was shocked that I was lingering. I shrugged, as if the answer should have been obvious. “Uh, yeah? You dared me. What am I going to do? Laugh it off?”

“That’s what I would have expected from you, yeah.” There was a note of bitterness in his tone, but he chuckled softly and it disappeared. “You really think you’re going to spend the night doing everything I tell you? Seriously?”

I gave him an irritated, wide-eyed expression. “Again...yeah? Unless you were just making it up to fuck with me. If you can’t handle me, I’ll gladly-”

“No, no,” he shook his head, and his smirk seemed to shift - it became darker. Hungrier. “I can handle you.” My stomach twisted weirdly at his words. Something about it excited me. It sounded like a threat. “I’m more concerned if you can handle it. I don’t think you realize what you’re in for.”

I stepped up to him, my face inches away from his, chests almost touching. I had to crane my neck back to look up at him. “I’m not afraid of you, Manson Reed. Whatever you’ve got…” My eyes dragged slowly down his body, and back up again. Sizing him up, all six-foot-whatever of him. “I can take it.”

His smile didn’t waver. Despite what I’d said, I felt a tiny, sudden jab of fear. It was the kind of fear I encountered before watching a scary movie, or walking into a haunted maze - it was a thrill, a rush, a hit of adrenaline straight to my veins.

“If you say so, Jess,” he said softly. “But you might be looking for mercy sooner than you think." He stepped back, and I finally allowed myself to breath. "Follow me then."

Manson's long legs carried him quickly over the lawn, back toward the house, I had to jog just to keep pace with him. Ashley caught up with me, and she’d brought me another drink. Shoving it into my hands, she hooked her arm through mine and hissed, "Let's bail! We'll lay low for 10 minutes and then-"

"I'm not bailing." I took a long sip of the fruity drink she'd handed me, thankful for the liquid courage. She stopped abruptly, and her looped arm yanked me to a halt.

"You're not bailing? What the hell do you mean, you're not bailing? Jess!" Her disbelief made me wince. How could I explain this, how could I make it make sense? "Jess, you're crazy, why would you-"


My heart stuttered. Manson had paused outside the back door. He snapped his fingers, and pointed to the ground at his feet. “Come. Now.”

I glanced back at Ashley, and saw that her mouth had tightened into a thin line. “Jess,” she said tensely. “Are you really…”

"Sorry, Ash, I just…” The normal, logical part of me was screaming that I wasn’t about to let this weirdo treat me like a dog. But the dark, needy part of me was insisting something very different: it was telling me that Manson’s condescending tone sounded hot, and his confidence was sexy, and that running to obey his summoning would feel so good.

“Just give me a minute, okay?” I squeezed Ashley’s arm apologetically, handed her my drink, then turned and walked towards Manson. I dragged my feet, just so I wouldn’t seem too eager, and I could see something twitch in his jaw with every slow step I took.

I was annoying him. Good.

I folded my arms, trying to match his irritation in my expression. “Yeah? What?”

He pointed down again, with a slow sigh. “My shoelace, Jess. Tie it.”

Sure enough, his boot lacing had come undone. I was already going to be on my knees at his feet again. For a moment, I could almost smell the leather. I could almost feel it under my lips. I swallowed hard, and scoffed, “Your shoelace, really? What are you, five?”

But I knelt. There, on my knees, in the light shining out from the glass backdoors, I tied his bootlace for him. I hurried to get back up, my tongue ready with more snarky comments, but his hand on my shoulder shoved me back down.

“Being a brat doesn’t change that you’re still obeying me, Jess,” he said softly, leaning down to bring his face close to mine. “Acting like it’s such a goddamn chore for you doesn’t change that you’re still doing it.” He smiled wickedly. “Pretending you don’t like this won’t make it go away. Keep it up, and you’ll only manage to earn yourself a good old-fashioned attitude adjustment.”

Words were lost to me for a moment. Finally, I managed, “Attitude...attitude adjustment? What the hell-”

“Keep it up and find out,” he straightened, taking his hand from my shoulder, and I scrambled to my feet. “And from now on, when I give you an order, you respond with “yes, Master,” understand?”

It took a great deal of self-control not to roll my eyes at him again. “You’re really pushing it…” I growled. Then, when I saw his eyebrow twitch, I added sarcastically, “Master.”

He shook his head. “Keep it up, Jess. I know you need some discipline in your life. You’ll earn it soon enough.” He entered the house, holding the door open long enough for me to slip in after him. Discipline...what the hell? I wasn’t sure what he meant by that, but I was suddenly, urgently determined to find out.

Manson got swept into a conversation with some friends of his, and I stood awkwardly behind him, trying to pretend I wasn’t really with him. Ashley rejoined us, but this time, with Manson’s back turned, she seized my arm and dragged me into the kitchen.

“Okay, literally, what the hell are you doing?” she said. “You don’t have to do the goddamn dare, Jess. Like...I will fight him -”

“No, no, Ashley, it’s okay, just…” I had no doubt she would fight him, but I didn’t need her to defend me like that. “Look, just...enjoy the party, okay? Danielle and Katlynn are here, you could-”

“Woah, woah, hold on,” her frown deepened. “Are you like...are you into this? Because literally nothing is stopping you from just not following him. He can’t force you to do shit but you’re, like…” She wrinkled her nose. “Girl, if this is some weird fantasy thing…” She shook her head. “Look, I knew you were lying when you said you weren’t into him. You made out with him. You were into him, okay? And that’s fine, whatever, no judgement. But just like…” She lowered her voice, as if anyone could even hear us over the party’s noise. “If you’re trying to get with him you have to let me know. Like I think it’s really weird, but...I’m not gonna cock block you.”

My mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. I wasn’t “into” in Manson Reed, that was ridiculous, that was...that was…

I sighed heavily. “You don’t have to worry about me, okay? I’m just...I’m gonna try this...dare thing…”

Ashley rolled her eyes, but her laughter took the edge off. “Dare thing? You mean you’re going to try the whole being-his-slave thing? That’s like...super kinky, ya’ know?”

It was, I knew it was. Every interaction I’d had with Manson that night had been so charged with sexual tension it was agonizing. Although, from the outside, the way we interacted with each other showed nothing but hatred. The teasing words, the humiliation, the taunting - it all added to the erotic energy building up inside me. My drive to keep escalating the situation felt desperate, and ridiculous, but I’d been given a taste of something new and I had to explore it.

“Yeah, it’’s weird,” I said. “I know. I can’t...I can’t really explain it.”

Ashley waved her hand, and handed me back the drink I’d earlier left with her. “No worries, girl. I’ll keep an eye out. Text me if you need me, okay?”

She hugged me tight before she walked away. Thank God for Ashley. As opinionated as she was, she kept any judgements she passed to herself. After tonight, maybe we could both have a good laugh about it. Maybe I’d file this away as just another weird experience and move on with my life as if none of it had happened. I’d forget about Manson - forget about his orders, his cocky smile, his boots...I’d go back to just being Jessica Martin, who had her life together, who was popular and normal and not-at-all into weird kinky sex shit.

I slipped back into the other room, but not before Manson noticed my absence. The friends he’d been talking to had moved on, but his eyes were scanning around the room, and locked on me the moment they found me.

“Sorry,” I stepped up beside him, taking a long sip on my drink. “Had to go pee.”

“In the kitchen?” he said dryly. “I think you’re done with that.”

“Um, excuse me?” I glared at him in disbelief as he pulled my drink out of my hands, took a small sip, and tossed it in the trash. “What the fuck, dude? I wasn’t finished-”

“You’re finished because I say you’re finished,” he said softly, leaning nearer to me so I could hear him above the music and loud conversation. “I don’t want you getting drunk, Jess.”

“What the fuck,” I stomped my foot, throwing up my arms. “Are you just trying to ruin the night for me? I can’t wander around, I can’t drink. Are you just trying to be a dick to me?”

“Aww, is poor little Jess bored?” He gave my chin a little bump with his knuckle, and I was tempted to snap my teeth at his hand. “Go get me a beer then.”

“Ugh, fuck you!” I flipped my hair over my shoulder, and stomped my feet heavily as I took two steps back toward the kitchen - before he stopped me.


I glared back at him. “What, Manson?”


I blinked rapidly. “I’m sorry, I must have misheard you. What?”

A slow, pleased smile spread across his face. “You heard me just fine, Jess. Crawl. Crawl into the kitchen, get my beer, and crawl back. And remember your goddamn manners.”

He couldn’t be serious. He couldn’t think I would actually...actually crawl… in front of all these people...he couldn’t. His words from earlier echoed in my head, I know you need some discipline in your life. You’ll earn it soon enough.

If I disobeyed, would I earn that discipline he mentioned?

He leaned against the wall behind him, calm, straight-faced. “I’m waiting, Jess. I’m awfully thirsty.”

I marched back at him and jabbed my finger against his chest - his hard, surprisingly muscular chest. “You are crazy if you think I’m gonna crawl through this goddamn party to get you a goddamn beer, in front of all these goddamn people-”

He caught my wrist, stopping my angry jabbing. “Now, now, Jessica. You’re making a scene. You’re making even more people watch you. You’re making it that much worse for when you do, eventually, obey.”

“I’m not going to obey you, asshole-”

“Then why are you still here? I thought you could handle it?” His grip on my wrist was loose, gentle enough that I could have easily pulled away from him. I could feel the calluses on his palms, the roughness on his fingers. I could even smell him: he was sweet, like a cigar, mingled with a masculine cologne that was fresh but musky.

I was fixated on that smell. It was filling my head, intoxicating me. It made me want to get closer to him, it made me want to press my face against his chest and inhale deeply, completely envelop myself in him. But I couldn’t give away how intrigued I was. I couldn’t seem too eager. Just like I couldn’t obey without putting up a fuss.

“I can handle it just fine,” I muttered.

“Oh, is that so?” he said, his eyes narrowing. He was still so calm. His voice hadn’t gone up in volume; he hadn’t even changed his position from casually leaning against the wall. “I can’t force you to do anything, Jess. You can easily walk away, especially since you seem to be so angry about these orders.’re not walking away. You’re standing here, arguing with me. Throwing a tantrum. Trying to make me change my mind and take back my order. But I’m not taking it back. You’re going to do it, Jess. You’re going to obey, because you want to, no matter how much you try to hide it. Go - crawl and get my beer.”

I grit my teeth, my hands balled into fists at my sides. Something squirmed inside me, a frightening and unexpected thing: it was that tight, tingling pleasure, the joy of being put in my place, the excitement of finding all my struggling to be absolutely useless.

I didn’t want to leave. I didn’t want to walk away. I felt as if I was trying to work up the courage to pierce my own ears: I knew I wanted it. I knew it was going to hurt. I just had to do it, just stab the needle through.

I’d obey. Of course I’d obey.

I got a little closer to his face. Close enough that, for a moment, my breath stuttered in my chest. But my voice was steady. “So sorry about my manners, Master. I’ll go get your beer at once, Master.” Sarcasm dripped from my voice. I couldn’t help it, and one last sassy retort fought its way past my lips, “Oh, yeah, and fuck you, Master.”

I didn’t want to linger around and see what came from that last sentence. With my jaw clenched tight, I dropped to my knees, then placed my palms against the floor. So many drunk, stumbling people; I’d be lucky if I didn’t get my fingers stomped on. I could imagine the weird looks I’d get, the laughter at my expense, how everyone would be looking down at me. My stomach knotted up and my pussy clenched, my arousal basking in the humiliation.

Behind me, I heard that infuriating voice speak again, “Rudeness carries consequences, Jessica. Hurry up.”

I shuffled forward, tapping at people’s legs to make them move for me. My short skirt wasn’t ideal for crawling in: bent over on my hands and knees, the hem was tugged up high enough that anyone could easily see my ass and, if they looked close enough, they would definitely be getting a peek at my pussy too.

Consequences...discipline...I knew something had to be coming. I’d pushed and pushed, determined to see Manson reach the edge of his patience. There was beast in him, beyond the calm; it was vicious and dangerous and I wanted nothing more than to draw it out. I’d seen it that day he’d gotten expelled, when he’d finally pulled a knife on the assholes who had poked at him for years. That was the beast I wanted, that was the Manson I had to experience. I couldn’t fully explain the desire, not yet. But maybe once it was fulfilled, I’d understand.

I reached the cooler and knelt next to it. I was blushing, breathless, my stomach in knots. Maybe if I dunked my whole head in the cooler it would go away, or maybe it would just shock some sense into me. I plunged my hand into the cold, watery ice and pulled out a beer. The bottle was freezing cold, the glass dripping. I could hold it in my hand as I crawled...maybe grip the cap with my teeth...tuck it in my bra? How the hell was I supposed to crawl and carry his beer?

“Fuck this,” I whispered, and stood up. I snatched a bottle opener from the counter, popped the cap, and took a long, much-needed drink. The cold, bitter liquid slid down my throat and soothed my tension.

He’d punish me for this. I had no doubt. Whatever “consequences” and “discipline” meant to him, I was about to find out.

You know you want it. The evil little voice chuckled in my head. He’ll punish you for breaking the rules of the game, for being a bad, disobedient girl. He’ll punish you in front of everyone, make you cry…

I shook myself. Chills had gone over my arms at the thought, all the muscles in my lower abdomen throbbing. My pussy was one thing - horny betraying bitch! - but now my own brain was turning against me. Thoughts of Manson shaking his head in disappointment, calling me a bad girl, telling me to bend over his knee-

No, no, no. Stop. Bad thoughts, bad thoughts! I’d start dripping again if I wasn’t careful.

Walking back to Manson on my own two feet, instead of crawling, felt much naughtier than it should have. He was right where I’d left him, laughing over something a girl with dyed blue hair had said to him. She was pretty: shorter than me but gorgeously curvy, ripped fishnets beneath her gray plaid skirt, her breasts practically bursting out of her tight white blouse. A surprising pang of jealousy shot through me, even though she walked away as I approached.

“I thought I gave you an order, Jess,” Manson said, a smile playing around his mouth as I walked up beside him. “Found your feet awfully quick.”

I’d taken another swig of the beer. But as he scolded me, I smiled, brought the bottle back to my lips, and spat the mouthful of beer back in. Then I shoved it into his hands. “Oh right, sorry. I forgot about the whole “no drinking” thing. Forgot about crawling too.” I shrugged. “Oopsie.”

Manson’s smile seemed frozen on his face. It was unnerving, and suddenly I wondered if this was really a good idea. I was upholding my end of the dare - but only barely. How long could he possibly tolerate this from me? Would he just walk away, calling the whole thing off? Or could he actually “handle me,” as he’d claimed.

Manson took a sip of beer and my stomach turned. I’d spit in that bottle and it didn’t even phase him. “Oh, Jess. Jess, Jess, Jess. I get it. I do. And don’t worry: this’ll get handled properly.”

I frowned in complete confusion. “What...what do you get? What do you mean handled…?”

“This bratty behavior over every little order can’t continue,” he said, almost sadly. “Trust me, it’s funny as hell to watch you struggle with yourself and try to save your pride by cursing and acting angry, but…” He shrugged. “But it really defeats the purpose of the game. I need to see better obedience from you and, well...I think there’s only one way to get it.”

I shuffled my feet nervously. Could anyone else hear the conversation? Was anyone watching me get scolded like a naughty kid? I told myself that no one was, but the idea was still there, gnawing at my pride. I lowered my voice, suddenly self-conscious. “Look, I’m...sorry...okay? I’m sorry. Doing this is weird and-”

“You’re doing it willingly, Jess,” he said gently. “I’m not going to accept any of the excuses you come up with for being such a brat. I won’t tolerate that behavior.”

He said it so sweetly, but my heart began to pound. He really meant it. He was actually going to punish me for this. My eyes darted around, looking for an escape...until I realized there was no escape. I wanted this. I’d willingly fought with him every step of the way and now…

I was going to let him punish me.

“I need you to be a good, obedient girl for me,” he said, as my eyes grew wider and my heart thumped harder, and my breath began to come in quick, shallow bursts. “That was the deal you agreed to. I think you want to be good for me, Jess.” He reached out, and his fingers brushed softly, slowly, along my chin. His touch was cool, and goosebumps prickled up my back.

This was it: the exact thing I’d wanted...feared...hoped for? I wasn’t nearly drunk enough for this. My inhibitions were crushing me. Was I really going to let freakshow Manson Reed punish me? What did that mean? What did his punishment entail? I didn’t dare ask; I could hardly even speak.

“You don’t know that,” I whispered. “You don’t know anything about me...maybe I just like being a bitch to you. Maybe I…” His touch turned into a grip. He held my chin, and tipped my face up slightly. His gaze felt like fingers probing deep inside me.

“I know enough, Jess. I know you’re so careful with how everyone perceives you. I know you don’t like to let that better-than-thou mask slip for even a second. I know you’ll keep it up even if it means denying yourself something you want, if that something happens to not fit the cool social conventions of the in-crowd.”

I gulped, viciously biting down on the inside of my cheek. The fact that he was right made not snapping back some derogatory remark even harder. Anger and haughtiness were my shields. Without them, my defenses were thin, at best.

“So, Jess, for your own sake, I have to rip away that mask of yours. The best way to do that…” He leaned even closer, turning my head slightly to the side so he could whisper in my ear. “Is to punish you until your silly pride doesn’t matter anymore. The best to make you cry.”

I folded my arms, the only way I could think of to stop them from shaking. I realized my lower lip was pouting, and when I spoke, my voice came out as a whining, weak protest. “I don’t need to be punished. That’s stupid.”

“It’s exactly what you need, Jess. What’s even better is that as much as you’re dreading it right now, you’re still going to follow me.” He released my chin, chuckling. “You’re going to follow and accept your punishment like a good girl, aren’t you?”

He didn’t give me the opportunity to respond. Instead he turned his back, and wandered his way down the hall. I stood there, frozen in my hesitation, torn between the urge to run and the urge to follow.

He was right. Following won out.

The entertainment room occupied a large portion of the front corner of the house, but tonight the lights were off and the door was barely ajar. There was a massive TV on the wall, playing some classic 80’s horror film. A girl with long blonde hair fled from a masked killer through a suburban neighborhood, shrieking uselessly. Blacklights flashed in the corners, and there was at least one jack-o-lantern on every available surface, including lining the pool table and the shelf above the long, sectional couch. The room was isolated, dark, and currently vacant. It would probably be overtaken later by couples looking for privacy and sleepy drunks seeking a place to curl up. But for now, we had the room to ourselves, and Manson shut the door behind us.

The girl on screen went down in a spray of blood. The killer’s knife glinted, dripping as it plunged into her again and again. Manson sat down on the couch, right in the middle, spreading his arms across the back.

“Good slaves don’t sit on the furniture, Jessica,” he said, as I turned away from the TV. There was still a smile lurking behind his serious expression. He was enjoying every second of humiliating me.

I mustered up my trembling, shrinking pride. “Where the hell do you expect me to sit then?”

“On the floor, on your knees, at my feet. Like a good girl.”

I closed my eyes slowly. Every time I cursed at him, I was certain I was making my punishment worse - whatever it was. I had to do better at watching my mouth. At least here we were alone, with no crowds to see my degradation. I knelt, and crawled toward him until I was on my knees at his feet, facing him. He smiled.

“So much better, Jess. Doesn’t that feel good? Just letting go, accepting the embarrassment? It’s one of my favorite things to see…” He watched me in silence for a few moments, likely waiting to see if I had anymore snarky responses, but I bit my tongue. “Should I make you kiss my boots again? Hm? Since you’re down there already…”

“Please don’t,” the words slipped out in a whisper, in desperation, fear blossoming at the prospect of more humiliation. I bit my lip, regretting that I’d let Manson hear that tone in my voice. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, so close I could smell the mint on his breath.

“Please?” he mocked. “Begging already, Jess?” His eyes searched over my face. It was difficult to see that one white contact up close. It was creepy, like seeing a shadow in the background of a family photo that wasn’t supposed to be there. “Such a silly girl. Why are you down there, on your knees, begging for me not to order you to embarrass yourself?”

“I don’t know,” I said softly. But I did know: I was understanding it more and more with every order, with every condescending glance and mocking word. I liked feeling as if I had no choice. I liked that I had an excuse to let go of my pride and do the filthy, degrading things that made my belly light and my pussy clench. I couldn’t resist diving deeper; I couldn’t resist getting more of that feeling.

If he ordered me to do the most utterly degrading, public act he could think of - I’d do it. Whatever punishment he came up with - I’d let him administer it. I’d throw a fit about it, curse at him, call him names - but I’d do it. I’d do it because I wanted that twisting in my belly to tighten and the heat inside me to become a blaze. I’d do it because it was the closest thing to freedom I’d felt: no room for pride, no place for carefully constructed laughter, no fake smiles, no pretending. My attempts to keep up my mask - sarcasm, arguing, disobeying - were quickly falling away, dismantled, piece by piece.

Giving Manson Reed that power over me...maybe it was karma for what an asshole I’d been to him. Maybe it was the biggest self-discovery I’d ever encountered. Whatever it was, I couldn’t resist it.

“You do know, Jess,” Manson said calmly. “You know there’s the surface level reasons: you accepted my dare, you acted like a disobedient little brat, and now you have to be put in your place. But you know there’s the deeper reasons too: you want to explore something that’s probably pretty new to you, something that’s giving you feelings you didn’t expect. Something you’re enjoying, even though you don’t think you’re supposed to.” He waited, probably hoping for another aggressive reaction out of me, but my lips remained tightly sealed. He smiled slowly, sadistically. “I’d hate to deprive you of something you enjoy, even if it scares you. Get your head down, angel. Left boot only. Kiss it. Clean it with your tongue.”

“Please,” I whispered again. Tighter this time, more desperate. He just laughed.

“You’re going to do exactly as I say,” he said softly. “No matter how much you whine and cry about it, you’re going to do it, Jess.”

“I’m not crying.”

The idea of breaking down in tears in front of him sounded delicious. The idea of crying, begging, sobbing uncontrollably, only to have to give in and accept it in the end. I wanted to imagine he was forcing me. I wanted to imagine there would be dire consequences for refusal, instead of none at all. I wanted to imagine I hated him - just like I’d always insisted I did. The fantasy of it took me over like a high.

Manson leaned back in his seat again - calm, collected, waiting. “Obey me, Jessica. Get your head down and let me see those pretty little wings of yours.”

An actual whimper came out of my throat. I looked down at the boots I’d been commanded to put my mouth on once again. I could see the pale pink of my lipgloss shining on the leather, and I could still imagine the smell of them - that rich, sweet scent. The urge to run my tongue over them was strong, that strange desire returning with a vengeance. I dared one last look up at Manson. He was smiling as he watched me.

“Do it,” he said. “This is what you get for being a bad girl. You’ll learn.”

My stomach knotted up into a ball as I lowered my head. Crouched there, curled up small, I nuzzled my nose against the wrinkled, worn leather at his ankle. I let the roughness of his tight laces brush against my lips. I inhaled deeply, the intoxicating scent flooding my brain. I nearly moaned just smelling it. What the hell was wrong with me? Since when did something like boots turn me on? It had never even crossed my mind, never worked its way into any fantasy I’d touched myself to. I pressed my lips to the leather, lingering there now that I no longer had all the eyes of a crowd on me.

Heat rushed between my legs, my arousal intensifying as I placed my kisses lower, towards the dusty sole of his boot. The taste of dirt was on my lips but even that didn’t dissuade me. I pressed my forehead against his ankle as I kissed, utterly lost in that strange world of leather and laces and my own degradation.

There was a tap on my head, something pressing me down and keeping me there. Within moments I recognized the textured feeling of a boot sole, and realized Manson had pressed his opposite foot on top of my head. I felt him shift, and knew he had leaned forward again by the nearness of his voice. “Use your tongue. Get it clean.”

I wanted to beg him, Please, please don’t make me, please don’t make me do it, I’ll be good, please… My heart was racing, my breath quickening, my arousal an ache that spread throughout my body and set all my nerves alight. I didn’t want to say no, I just wanted to beg. But I couldn’t manage any words with my face pressed down on his boot.

Obediently, I stuck out my tongue and traced it along the leather. Smooth, pleasing, and almost tasteless except for that heady scent that I was now inhaling through my mouth. I licked around the toe, just above the sole, over my lipstick prints, up beside his laces. I savored every inch. I felt filthy, vile, completely disgusting...

I felt on fire, alive, utterly consumed in the high. I laughed from the giddiness. Licked and laughed, then laughed harder. I wanted to touch myself so badly…

“Head up.”

His opposite foot no longer held me down. Slowly, begrudgingly wrenching myself from whatever bizarre pit of a headspace I’d fallen into, I raised my head. Still on my knees, I stared at him and waited.

“Thirsty?” He held out the beer bottle. My mouth was dry, and I reached for it eagerly, only to have him pull it back. “Uh-uh, no hands.” I put my hand down slowly, uncertainly. “Open your mouth, angel.”

I didn’t even hesitate to obey. It was as if the world had fallen away and all that was left was his gaze and the sound of his voice. He filled his mouth with beer - filled it, but didn’t swallow. He leaned forward...I knew exactly what he was going to do. I didn’t flinch. I didn’t back away.

I didn’t close my mouth.

He leaned close, so close our lips nearly touched. He spit the beer into my mouth, all of it, not spilling a drop. It was still cold, refreshing on my tongue, but it tasted like him. I knew it was his taste, I remembered it, and it sent a shudder of pleasure throughout my entire body. My arousal dripped as I gulped it down.

On screen, an unlucky teenager begged the killer not to stab him, his screams blasting from the speakers.

“That’s much better, angel,” Manson said. “If only you were this obedient all along, I wouldn’t have to punish you now.”

I was horrified that I was going to leave a wet spot on the carpet. Every time he mentioned “punishment,” it got worse. I couldn’t handle it anymore. I was too turned on, too humiliated, too desperate.

“Give me my thong back,” I said quickly. “Please.”

He frowned, still leaning close. “Why?”

“Just give it back!” I hissed, shifting my position uncomfortably.

“I’m going to need a reason, Jess,” Manson said calmly. I clenched my fists. I wanted to slap him, to whine at him, to breakdown into more useless, pathetic begging. What had he done to me? How had he managed to reduce me to this?

“I...I’m…” The words garbled up in my throat. I couldn’t say it, it was too embarrassing! But there was that wicked little voice again, whispering, egging me on. Go on, say it, spill it all. Let him know what a pathetic, desperate little whore you’ve become.

Manson’s fingers wrapped around my chin, forcing my gaze up. I couldn’t hide my blush, or the desperation of my expression. He said nothing, just locked me into that dark, creepy gaze. He didn’t even need to command me to speak; it just came spilling out.

“I’m wet and I’m afraid I’m going to drip on the carpet, okay?” My own gasp cut me off, a choked sound, full of shock and horror at my boldness. Except I wasn’t bold, not really: I was squirming, hot and humiliated.

“Is that so?” The smile that spread across his face only made it worse. I hadn’t noticed before how sharp his canines were, like little fangs that could pierce into my skin. “Oh, Jess. Poor little angel. I’ve made a sinner out of you. Enjoying your punishment so much it’s making you wet. So cute.”

I wanted to look away. Instead I began whimpering again, staring at him helplessly, squeezing my legs together.

“Now I have to make your punishment even worse,” he said, his voice mockingly sad. “I can’t have you enjoying yourself that much.” He patted his lap. “Come here. Sit.”

My eyes widened. Here it was, the moment I’d dreaded and desired. That little voice inside my head was still cheering cruelly, taunting me, You’re gonna get punished, you’re gonna get punished!

All my sassy protests died in my throat. All my thoughts of coming out of this with my pride still intact were shoved aside by vivid fantasies of Manson spanking me, his palm making contact with my bare ass again and again, until I was crying uncontrollably as he laughed.

I had no doubt that was what my punishment would be. It could be nothing else, and it granted Manson the opportunity to hurt me, humiliate me, and make my arousal worse all at once. His eyes were wide, bright in the dim light from the flashing TV. His white eye seemed to glow. Haunting music played over the speakers, and I crawled up onto his lap, my back to him.

His hands gripped my hips and he leaned forward, pressed against my back, and said softly in my ear, “Do you understand what a safeword is?”

I gulped. “Yes.”

“Yours is Red. Call it if you need to. Although, now that I’m seeing how much of a little masochist you are, I don’t think you’ll be calling it. You know what you deserve.”

“I’m not a masochist!” I hissed. But the words felt false. The wetness between my legs was getting worse as my fear over my punishment intensified. If I didn’t move soon, I’d get a wet spot on his pants, and I knew he had no intention of letting me go anywhere. I tried to squeeze my legs together, but it didn’t make a difference since I was straddling his lap. As I moved, I felt the hardness in his crotch and froze. He was enjoying this, really enjoying it - god, he felt big.

“You’ve been a bad girl, Jessica,” he whispered harshly. “A very bad girl. You deserve to be punished.”

I held my breath so I wouldn’t start gasping. His words squirmed inside my brain and straight down to whatever nerves controlled my cunt. The heat between my legs felt unreal, too extreme to be a reasonable reaction to simply hearing someone speak. Before I truly realized what I was doing, I pressed myself against his crotch, so that his hard dick made contact with my aching clit and I moved against him, claiming the only physical stimulation I’d had all night. I nearly moaned just from that tiny moment of pleasure, the contact so good that it sent a shudder all the way up my spine.

Manson’s hand gripped into my hair, right at the nape of my neck.

“Naughty angel. Very naughty. You really think that’s what you deserve right now?” He pulled me back, his mouth close against my ear and he whispered. “You deserve to have your clit aching all night. You deserve to have duct tape slapped over it so you can’t touch while I crush your pretty little pussy under my boot.”

The sound that came out of me was somewhere between a sob and a groan. Fuck, that was disgusting and wrong and hot. It was terrifying and cruel and...damn could I want that? How could that thought turn me on?

“But we’ll get to that, won’t we, angel?” He pressed me forward. Then further...further. “Bend over. Head down to the ground.”

I had to reposition myself to manage what he was demanding. With my torso and face dangling off the couch, he forced me to put my legs up so that my thighs straddled his lap and all my intimate parts were bared, open and spread for him. He moved my feet behind him, crossing my ankles and leaning back, so I was effectively locked into position.

“Awww, angel, you’re so wet.” His hands squeezed my thighs, his rough palms moving higher until his thumbs fit right beneath the curve of my ass. I opened my mouth in a silent gasp, thankful for the darkness and my lowered face, my hair helping to hide the fire that was blazing across my cheeks. After all the shit I’d given Manson, after all the nasty things I’d said behind his back, said to his face - I was completely melting in his hands. I was craving his touches, craving his grip. I began to shake as I was held there, bent over, helpless except for the safeword that waited tucked at the back of my brain, utterly unwanted.

“Feeling a little scared now?” he murmured, as my legs shook. “You’ll be more afraid in a moment, you know. But it’s alright: the door is shut, and the music out there is so loud that you can scream and cry all you want, but you won’t disturb anyone.”

“Fuck you,” I hissed. “Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.” The words weren’t angry - they were desperate, needy, heavy with desire. “Please Manson, don’t...don’t…”

“Don’t what?” he chuckled. “Don’t punish you? Hmm? Is that it? My naughty little angel doesn’t want to be punished?” His voice, suddenly, was serious. “If you really don’t want this, say so now. Right now. You’re safe to do that, I promise you.”

“I want it,” my voice cracked, but I had to be honest. I had to tell him the truth. “I’ll use my safeword, if I need to, but I...I want it.”

He squeezed my ass, kneading and gripping my flesh in his hands. “Such a cute little ass, Jess. It’ll look even cuter with bruises.”

The final chase scene in the movie had begun. A woman ran through the empty halls of a hospital, limping, looking behind her with wide, terrified eyes as the killer made his slow, trudging way after her. He’d catch her eventually. They always did.

Manson’s palm slapped across my ass with a crack loud enough to be heard over the horrifying screaming coming from the screen. I sucked in my breath, then held it through the next swat, and the next, and the next - but the fifth - god damnit! Manson was determined to break me. I could feel it in the strength he was putting into every slap. My skin was tingling, then stinging, then burning. I had never been spanked like this. Little slaps on the ass during sex, sure; but bent over and slapped repeatedly, purposefully, painfully? Never. His sixth smack made me shriek and wiggle my feet, a useless attempt at squirming away from the pain.

“It’s okay to struggle, angel,” Manson’s voice was soft, soothing. “Struggle all you need to, you won’t get away. You’ll stay right here and take your punishment until you’ve learned your lesson.”

Smack, smack, smack! I was wiggling in earnest now, grinding over his lap. My clit kept rubbing against his jeans, and the tangle of pain and pleasure made me moan. Manson moved his legs, and I felt that pressure on the back of my head again - he’d slid one leg over my back and pressed his boot onto me, forcing my face against the carpet and holding me pinned.

“Doesn’t it feel better to be restrained?” he said, speaking over the brutally loud sound of the swats he kept raining down on me. “Doesn’t it feel good knowing that you’re getting what’s best for you? Learning to be a good girl.”

I gave a long low cry, the pain and my nearly unbearable humiliation winning out over my pride. Just a few more swats, I told myself. Just a few more. But there were always more, and more, the pain growing worse as my ass grew hotter. Manson was right: in some twisted way, putting all my strength into struggling and finding that it got me nowhere was a relief. I couldn’t kick my legs, I couldn’t squirm away, I could even raise my head up from the floor. I had no choice but to submit, to give into the punishment and accept the pain.

I was getting wetter from this. My insides clenched, but with Manson’s leg on top of me, I could no longer grind my crotch against him, and that denial was a whole new torment. I was so tense, I was certain that the slightest touch from his hand would make me cum instantaneously. My clit was pulsating with need, my nerves on fire.

I wanted him to touch me, desperately. Instead he switched back and forth between slapping first one cheek, and then the other, the burn so intense that my eyes welled up with tears. I was squirming and yelping with every strike, and finally, when I knew I couldn’t take anymore without crying from the awful sting of it, I began to beg, “Please, stop, stop, stop, I’m sorry, please, Manson, I’m sorry!”

“Are you really?” The swats paused. On screen, the girl had been cornered by the killer in the woods. She was screaming, crying, begging for her life.

“Yes!” I shook under his boot, trying to move my face enough so I could look up at him and he could see how sincere I was. “I’m sorry! I won’t talk back anymore!”

“You’ll be a good girl? You’ll obey?”

“Yes,” I groaned, and remembered something he’d told me earlier. “Yes, Master. I’ll obey.”

“That’s better.” His boot slowly moved off my head. The girl on screen had been caught. Every stab of the knife into her chest was punctuated by the shrieking of violin strings. “Give those boots a kiss while you’re down there. Show me how thankful you are for your discipline, angel.”

I kissed one boot, and then the other, more lipgloss prints on the shiny black leather. Manson helped me sit up, slowly, and eased me back onto his lap despite my ass stinging as it made contact with his jeans. I settled against his chest, the buckles of his harness cold against my back. For a moment, all I wanted to do was lay there close to him, feeling his heartbeat against my back. His arms encircled me in an embrace - soothing but not demanding. When I settled into it with a heavy, trembling sigh, his hold tightened.

Slowly, I drifted back to reality. The house around us felt real again. I could hear the bass thumping through the walls, and the distant murmur of the crowd. Manson’s fingers traced circles on my arm.

“Are you alright, Jess?” he murmured.

I nodded, then said, “I can’t believe actually…”

“I can’t believe you let me,” he said softly.

I sat up, enough so that I could look back at him. He wiped a rogue tear from my eye before it could fall, and I leaned into his hand. Manson Reed - weirdo, freakshow Manson Reed. He made me feel safe and terrified, protected and brutalized, all at once. But it wasn’t only that.

In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to get in his pants.

“Are you going to be a good girl from now on then?” he said, taking my chin in his hands. “No more sass?”

I smiled. “I can’t promise no sass. But...I’ll try to be good.”

“Sliding into your old ways so soon?” he chuckled. “It’s been two minutes and now you’ll only try to be good?”

“Being good is hard for a bad girl,” I said. I traced my fingers up his chest, wondering what it would look like without his shirt. “But you may help me be good...if you fucked me.”

His calm expression was rattled by his surprise. I was used to boys falling head over heels for me, scrambling for the opportunity to sleep with me. But as his surprise subsided, Manson just smiled slowly, as if I’d said something silly. He squeezed my cheeks and gave my face a shake.

“Oh, Jess. I can’t make it that easy for you, now can I? That’s no fun. I like watching you struggle.”

I pouted, wiggling on his lap so I could grind up against him. “Of course it would be fun! Just a quickie-”

“No, angel.” His voice was firm. “Not yet. When I fuck you - if I do - it won’t be some quick fuck on a couch. I’ll make you scream.”

I could usually roll my eyes at boys’ promises of overwhelming sexual prowess, but from Manson - I believed him. I didn’t dare doubt what he was capable of, and I wanted him even more. The desire was going to drive me crazy. How could I possibly manage to rejoin the party after this and behave normally?

I wasn’t used to not getting what I wanted. My voice became a whine. “Please, Master. Come on.” I moved my hips in a slow, smooth circle, and felt his dick twitch against me. Ha! How could he possibly resist that? But instead of unclasping my bra, Manson reached around and gripped my hair. The painful tug made me still instantly, hissing at the pain.

“When I say no,” his voice was low, a warning. “It means no. Understand?”

“Yes, Master,” my response was quick. As horny as it had made me, I did not want to get bent over and spanked again.

“You’re going to be patient for me,” he said, holding my head in such a way that I couldn’t look away from his gaze. “You’re going to suffer through that wet pussy of yours and wait. And every time I order you to do something, it’ll feel a little worse. You’ll just have to take it.”

My insides were quivering in anticipation. The very fact that he dared to deny me...the balls on this guy were monstrous. He stood up suddenly, dragging me with him, holding me close against his chest with his hand still tangled in my hair. Looking up at him like that made me quiver, yet somehow, in total disregard for self-preservation, I whimpered, “That’s not fair.”

He tweaked up an eyebrow, and said slowly. “Not fair? Not fair, angel?”

I gulped. Oh, regret, regret, instant regret! “Well...I can’t just…”

“I can’t just what?” His grip on the back of my hair tightened, tugging me down, forcing me back to my knees as he leaned over. “I can do whatever I want, angel. I can make you suffer all night and never give you release. I can spank you again just because I like hearing you scream - and you do sound so pretty when you scream.”

My ass burned as it pressed against my folded legs. I didn’t want another spanking when my skin was already so angry. “I’ll call my safety word then,” I whimpered. I didn’t expect him to find that as funny as he did.

“Your safety word means that this stops, angel. That’s what it’s for. It’s not a way to get what you want, it’s a way to keep you safe.”

But I didn’t want it to stop! I wanted to get off, desperately. I wanted to get him out of his pants and into mine. I squirmed unhappily, “You’re so mean.”

He grinned, and kissed my forehead. “Oh, angel. You have no idea.”

Part III - The Clowns

I’d known it would be torture. But god, I wasn’t prepared for just how awful it was to be horny with no hope of relief.

I kept the pout on my face as I followed Manson around the party. Walking felt so awkward - between my stinging butt and overwhelming arousal, and still without the comfort of panties, I was in constant fear that someone was going to get a peak under my skirt. I’d just had to wear a short skirt to the party, but of course, I hadn’t planned on losing my underwear and my pride that night. Despite my discomfort, I stuck close to Manson and tried my best to be obedient - at first.

I’d warned him that being a good girl was very, very hard.

I wanted him to feel the same torture I was. How could he stand to wait? It had turned him on to spank me, and I could see that same pleasure on his face every time he gave me an order. But that meant that even more intense than his desire for sex, was his desire to make me suffer, to make me desperate, to keep me denied. That was terrifying.

I did try to be good. But my humiliating tasks kept me wet, and the longer it went on, the more my frustration grew. I began to plot a desperate escape to the bathroom, where I could rub one out quickly and maybe he wouldn’t notice.

It was approaching midnight. Kegs had been brought out, people were getting thrown in the pool and shedding their costumes in the water. Manson and I were easily the most sober people there, not that anyone seemed to care. Manson kept spotting people he knew, stopping for conversations, laughing and joking. He seemed to know everyone - even the people that hadn’t gone to our high school. Not only that, but they all seemed to really like him. People’s faces lit up when they saw him, they spoke faster when they answered him. Seeing their enthusiasm actually made me feel proud. I was the one at his side, I was the one getting drinks for his friends.

But I was also the one squirming with horniness, my ass still red and stinging, as I desperately tried to resist the urge to grind up against Manson’s leg like a dog.

I’d felt proud when I dated Kyle - I’d basked in people’s envy, drinking in their jealousy. Kyle and I had been each other’s status symbols - although we were pretty shitty ones. It was the only thing I really had to hold onto from high school and that...that was pretty lame.

Unlike Manson, who apparently had not only friendships but adoration. I always remembered him as being alone, and maybe he was alone before he’d gotten expelled. But that had changed. A lot had changed.

Someone convinced the drunk DJ to play a creepy, haunting track to set the mood, so instead of upbeat dance music the yard was suddenly filled with the slow pull of violin strings and a thumping drum. The cool air had grown absolutely chilly, and I wrapped my arms around myself as Manson stood talking about computer operating systems and Java-something with a bespectacled couple. Glancing around, hoping to find somewhere close by I could go to warm up, I noticed another group had just arrived to the party.

My heart plummeted into my stomach. Cold dread shot through my veins. Without realizing it, I squished myself tightly against Manson’s side.

“What’s up?” he said, glancing back in the way I was staring. “What’s wrong-”

“Clowns,” I hissed. “There’s fucking clowns.”

Three men were walking across the yard from the side gate, beers in hand, laughing and shoving one another. They wore matching black jumpsuits, their hair was buzzed short, and all three wore horrible, pasty white face paint. Black shapes had been filled in around their eyes, and their lips had been exaggerated into horrible jagged grins with black paint.

I quickly turned away from staring at them. They weren’t the typical bright circus clowns, but they still made my stomach turn.

"Let's go inside," I said quickly. But Manson had spotted the approaching clowns and recognition lit up his face.

“I know those guys,” he said. “Hey Vincent! Lucas!”

“Don’t fucking call them!” I gripped his arm in absolute horror. One nervous glance back told me the clowns had heard their names called, and were heading directly for us. “Nope, no, no-”

Manson gripped my arm, preventing me from sprinting for the house in terror. “Are you…” He laughed, as if in disbelief. “Are you actually scared of clowns?”

“Yes!” I whispered. “They’re fucking creepy and gross and - oh my god -”

They were right there, enfolding Manson in a giant hug, patting him on the back, meaningless conversation droning from their mouths. The only thing I could focus on was those horrible painted faces. Their exaggerated smiles only got worse as they bared their teeth and smiled.

Ugh. Gross. It took every bit of self-control I had to not run for the house. I grit my teeth and wrung my hands behind my back, keeping an awkward distance. Manson would scold me if I left, but I wanted as much space between me and the clowns as possible.

Unfortunately for me, my staring was noticed. One of the clowns spotted me shifting coldly from foot to foot, and decided to be polite.

“Hey, hi, I’m Jason,” he extended a slim hand. Long fingers, pale skin. I absolutely cringed as I shook it. “You okay? You look a little, uh-”

“She’s afraid of clowns,” Manson said, sounding so amused I wanted to slap him. “She’s my slave for the night.”

“Don’t just fucking say that,” I snapped, but it was too late. The secret was out.

"Well done, my man," one of them clapped Manson on the back, as Jason gave me a long, appraising look.

“Aren’t you Jessica Martin?” he said. “You were a cheerleader?”

“Yeah,” I answered begrudgingly. I was trying to figure out a way to hide myself behind Manson - anything to put some kind of barrier between myself and them. It felt silly, but I couldn’t help it. Clowns were creepy, and gross, and uncanny - something felt wrong about them.

“Let me introduce you properly,” Manson said, hooking his arm around my waist and dragging me up alongside him. I pressed against him, hard. “This is Jason, Vincent, and Lucas.”

“Cool, hi, yeah, nice to meet you,” I muttered, forcing a very tight, very uncomfortable smile onto my face. Now that I was forced to look at them straight-on, I could tell that beneath all the makeup, they were really normal looking guys - if not pretty attractive. Manson explained how they’d all been in metal shop together, and that Lucas had started a band, but I was growing more distracted the longer I looked at them up close. There was a peak of colorful tattoos at the top of Vincent’s jumpsuit, Jason was wearing multiple rings that looked hand-made, and Lucas had fit large, stretched black tunnels in his ears.

Somewhere in the mingling of my fear and torturous horniness, a very weird reaction was occurring. They looked terrifying, but their bodies were muscular and their smiles were almost charming. For how creepy they looked, they actually seemed...nice. One of them was wearing cologne, something bright and citrus-y that contrasted with Manson’s dark, musky scent. It gave me a little rush, the thought of them touching me - but god, that awful clown makeup...

“She’s shaking!” Vincent laughed. “It’s just paint, girl! We’re not gonna eat you.”

“Or maybe we will,” Lucas snapped his teeth, and I gripped Manson’s hand, gulping down my scream.

"I'm just cold," I muttered angrily, as the heat rushed to my face. I felt like a cornered rabbit, waiting to see which wolf would have a go at me first. I was also a very horny rabbit: instead of feeling sick with fear, this was giving me an endorphin-high.

I had never liked clowns, never. But facing them meant I was pleasing Manson, it meant I was being a good girl, and it meant I was one step closer to him finally taking me inside and fucking my brains out.

“Don’t worry about scaring her, boys,” Manson said, giving me a little squeeze. His grip was reassuringly tight. “It’s good training for her.”

“Is she from the club?” Vincent said. I had no idea what “club” he was referring to, but Manson apparently did. He shook his head.

“No, she’s a newbie. Remember Kyle, from high school? She was his girlfriend.”

“Yeah, yeah, I thought so,” Vincent was nodding. “Who knew Miss Popular would be into that kinky shit.”

“She’s learning,” Manson smiled in the face of my glare. I still wanted to hit him: for denying me, for spanking me, for making me wait, for making me stand there and face my fear. I managed to hold my fists in check, but not my tongue.

“Manson...can’t we...can’t we just…”

“Don’t you know it’s rude to whisper around friends?” Manson chastised, with a tone in his voice that let me know just how much he enjoyed getting to scold me in front of them. “Can’t we just what? Go inside so you can finally get fucked?”

I must have turned red from head to toe. My eyes darted back and forth between the clowns as they laughed. But they didn't seem at all confused, or even surprised by the situation. Maybe they were used to this. Maybe this was Manson's thing. The sudden thought that perhaps there were other girls taking Manson’s commands and kissing his boots invaded my mind, and jealousy gripped me with shocking intensity.

“Let’s just go back inside,” I whined. “Please’ve made me wait long enough...” My hand snaked down his chest and over his jeans. I felt his hardness and squeezed, looking up at him with wide, pleading eyes.

He didn't even flinch.

“You know better, angel,” he warned. “This is on my time, not yours. And you're neglecting to properly address me.”

I couldn't say it in front of his friends, I couldn't. I looked back and forth between them nervously, and my embarrassment was only made worse when I noticed the eager expressions on the clowns' faces. They were enjoying seeing me squirm.

"I can't say it here," I winced. "I wanna go inside. Come on." My voice sounded petulant and utterly bratty, even to my own ears.

"More worried about what they think of you than pleasing me, Jess?" Manson said, and tsked. "That's not how good girls behave."

I could sense an impending punishment and whimpered, furious as I snatched my hands away from him and folded them against my chest. I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to get off. Now.

“Gotta use the restroom,” I muttered, before Manson could continue his scolding. “I'll be right back.”

I expected him to try to stop me. Instead he just said slowly, “Don’t take too long." As I hurried away, I could just barely hear him say, "She's a bratty one, boys. Only one good way to tame her.”

If I was going to come back to another spanking, then I was at least going to get off first.

The restroom was occupied, of course, and I waited outside the door impatiently until a drunk girl finally stumbled out. A line had formed behind me, so I knew I had to be quick. There, alone in the quiet room, I finally got a good look at myself in the mirror. My hair still looked good, and my makeup was luckily intact, though it was only a matter of time before that changed.

Curious, I turned and pulled up my skirt so I could get a look at my ass in the mirror. So red - still hot and stinging from Manson’s hand. Just remembering my position, held so firmly in place and helpless to escape, made me bite my lip and curl my toes.

God, I wanted him to do that again. I wanted him to hurt me. Hurt me, fuck me, make me scream. I'd irritated him, I knew I had, so there was at least the possibility of another merciless spanking awaiting me when I got outside. What if he did it in front of his friends? What if there was no privacy this time?

Still looking back at my reddened ass in the mirror, I leaned against the wall in front of me and slipped my hand beneath my skirt. My fingers slid over my clit and I rubbed quickly, furiously. I couldn't take too long...people were waiting...I bit my lip to keep quiet, thinking of Manson's hand slapping over my reddened skin.

A harsh knock pounded on the door and I gasped out, "H-hold on...just a minute…" I was so close. I'd gone so long in such a heightened state of arousal that it didn't take much. My fingers were slick, and I closed my eyes. More pounding at the door, dammit…

I imagined Manson bending me over, holding me tight under his arm, scolding me as the clowns watched, smacking me until I wept openly, uncontrollably -

More knocking. It was angry now, insistent. Fuck, I couldn't cum like this. With a loud growl of frustration, I tugged down my skirt, yanked open the door and snapped, "Jesus, I'm done, okay, you don't have to be such an asshole-"

Manson shoved me back into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. He grabbed me, gripping my arms, and pressed me back against the wall. I was guiltily aware of the stickiness of my arousal on my fingers, a damning indicator of my disobedience.

"Sh-shit...Manson…" He loomed over me, looking at me as if he wanted to eat me alive.

"What do you think you're doing, angel?" he said. He grabbed my wrist, pulling up my hand. "What's all this on your fingers, hm? Did you think you could just sneak off and do something so naughty?"

My breath shuddered as I faced him. " were people waiting out there…"

"Not anymore," he smiled. "It's a big house, there's other bathrooms they can use. I pointed them in the right direction. We need a little time to ourselves."

“Are you going to hurt me?” I whispered.

“Oh yes. More than you can imagine. Do you remember your safe word?”

“Yes.” I should have been terrified but my entire body was buzzing with anticipation. My fantasies of punishment were nothing compared to the real thing.

“If I cross a line you better damn well use it. Do you understand?”

I nodded again. My pussy clenched and I whined, squeezing my legs together. If I had seen myself a couple years ago how I was now - whining and dripping in front of the boy I’d laughed at - I would have been horrified. I wouldn’t have believed it.

I still hardly believed it.

“It's time for another lesson, Jess,” Manson said, looking me up and down. "It was only a couple hours ago that you were getting that cute little ass of yours beat. Did you forget what that feels like already?" He released my arms, and reached around to squeeze my stinging ass. I yelped, dissolving into moans of pain. His touch was electrifying. I wanted him to grip me harder, rougher. I wanted him to slam me against the wall again.

"I didn't forget!" His hold on my ass pulled me close against him, and I pressed closer. "You make it so damn difficult to obey! And you didn't tell me not to touch myself!"

"You little brat," he chuckled. "I told you I wanted to see you suffer. I wanted to see you squirm. You don't get to take that pleasure away from me." He shook his head in disapproval. "I really wish I had my paddle on me...god, turning your ass black and blue with that sweet thing would have you obeying as you should."

I was shaking. I didn't know if I wanted to mask my fear with anger, or my horniness with sassiness, or if his threats were going to break me and have me begging again. He owned a paddle...he literally owned instruments to inflict pain and humiliation. He was such a freak.

And god, I loved it. I wished he had his paddle with him too.

Instead of sass, I went for a different tactic: sweetness. "I'm trying so hard to be good!" I whined. "Come on, Manson- er...Master...please...if you'd just let me get off…"

"I don't bargain for good behavior, angel. God, don't you know how long I've wanted to do this? Do you have any idea how good it feels to punish the girl who always laughed at me?" He cradled my face in his hands, his hold tender as he kept me pressed to the wall. "Getting to watch you whine and complain and get so red...but still do everything I say? It's too good."

"You're a jerk," I whimpered. "I want it so bad, Manson…"

"What?" He said softly. "What do you want?"

"I want you! I just want to fuck, please, you've got me so fucking turned on I can't stand it, it's going to drive me crazy!" I gasped, my desperation exploding. "Please don't make me keep waiting, please just - just - bend me over and fuck me!"

Inside I was cringing, but I couldn't help it. If begging was the only thing that would end this torturous wait, then that's what I'd do. Manson was chuckling, then laughing aloud, and when I finally fell silent, he said pityingly, "Oh, Jess. Poor girl. You’re gonna get fucked, trust me. Soon enough you’ll be fucked so hard you won’t be walking straight for a week. But first…” He pulled something out of his pocket: that thin bit of cotton and elastic that he’d taken from me earlier, my thong. He dangled it in front of my face. "Do you still want this back?"

"Yes please," my voice was small, defeated. If he was offering my thong, that meant more waiting. I felt as if I could have cried from sheer desire.

“I can’t believe you refused to put this in your mouth for your dare," he said. "Think how different this all could have been if you had.”

“I couldn’t! Not in front of everyone…”

“Pride doesn’t have a place in your service t