EroticReverie

Celia Caruso

The next day at school the halls buzz and nobody spares me a glance. Luckily is has nothing to do with my pariah status, they're all just to enveloped in some unfurling drama that's taking place. 

"I can't believe it" 

"i heard she cheated"

"I heard he did" 

"i knew they wouldnt last"

"I didnt think theyd ever break up!"

All the chatter is different, everyone saying i told you so's or saying how stunned they are about whatever is happening. Maybe some celebrity couple? 

"I heard she paid Vaughn to date her" another whisper from the side of the hall hits me. I roll my eyes. Of course. Of course they school would be buzzing with gossip as if they were royals. I suppose to them , and themselves, they are. 

I see Ariana, even she is gossiping with a few people. Then waves me over. As they're giving hushed whispers. Everyone is silent, and I turn my head. To see the four blondes, walking through the halls, Taylor Madison's whole face is puffy. I almost feel bad, that her makeup cant hide the pink tint in her eyes, or the bags from probably crying. Okay, Im not a total monster, breakups have to suck even for monster twats like her. But I dont feel THAT bad if Im honest, not after yesterday, not after witnessing first hand how she treats people and talks to them. 

I'm standing along the walls of lockers with Ariana and a few others, with an intersecting hall right in front of us. My eyes catching on him. He walks alongside the other three, everyone looking at him, whispering, as he passes behind their hands and into each others ears. This school was so fucking dramatic.

I kill the eye contact the's making with me. Fuck that. Iw asnt playing the "whose gonna look away first" game today. Look where it fucking got me yesterday. 

"I'm gonna go to class. I'll catch you later." I say to Ariana and she nods. 

"Oh wait, give my your number, I forgot to get it from you yesterday." She says and shoves out her phone to me. I look to the side, seeing him getting closer, and somehow know if I dont move, he's going to stop and say something. 

I take Ariana's phone, quickly adding my number and then shoving it back to her. 

"Hey Doll" I hear Vaughn say, before I feel the weight of his arm over my shoulders. I scoff and shrug his arm off me. 

"Now now, don't pretend like you weren't all over me last night Celia" he says. 

"I cant still taste your pussy in my mouth babe" he says and I turn around and slap him. Right across his fucking face. Ariana and her friends gasping. 

His eyes are dark, his lips turned up at the side. I scowl at him. 

"I told you to leave me the hell alone." I hiss. His friends chuckle and snicker as they stand and watch as he steps closer. I swallow hard, backing up, my head hitting the lockers as he smiles. But its not fucking friendly, not in the least. He cages me in, puts his hands on the metal lockers on either side of my head and dips his face down, whispering in my ear.

"The the first and last time you'll be allowed to slap my face Celia. I hope you got it out of your system." He whispers.

"Not even close." I exhale and he brushes his nose along my ear.

"This is your only warning. That next time do you that. I won't hesitate to bend you over and go to war on your little fucking pussy." he growls. I shudder. 

"fuck you" I answer. 

"I hope you do sweetheart, i really, really hope you fucking do." He groans softly and then kisses my cheek and I growl as he pulls away with a smirk. I wipe my cheek and he grins. 

"Let's get to class." He says and then slides his hand behind my neck and pulls me from the lockers. Taking my bag. I go to snatch it.

"I dont have class with you." I hiss.

"Sure about that sweetheart?" He asks and then Ariana is looking at me, wide eyes, silent, and like she's about to piss herself.  Vaughn shoves a piece of paper infront of me. A class schedule, with his name on top. My brows pinch.

"Had them make some arrangements. So I could be with my girl." He says and I jerk away and shove the paper at him. 

"Im not your girl, stay the hell away from me." I hiss, his friends laugh, and I keep walking, they all follow. Is this a joke?

But when I go into class, pick a seat in the middle, surrounded by others already in their seats

I watch the four of them come through the door. The teacher looking confused, but then they all hand over their sheets. She looks them over and then shrugs and tells them to take a seat. All FOUR of them? I shrink into my seat, at least there's no seats around me, they'll have to sit in the back. I keep my lips tight, my knee bouncing as I try to contain my fucking rage. 

Vaughn and Royce, walk up my side. Holton walks to the row to my left. Sebastian walks one row to the right. All of them stopping at the desks near me. They're already occupied. But the second they each stand beside the seats for a few seconds. The students get up and move. I feel my cheeks heat. I want to fucking scream. 

All of them set down their shit on their desks, and I can feel Vaughn's eyes on me. 

As the bell sounds , my desk is dragged back. The teacher looking towards where Vaughn is leaning over, whispering in my ear. 

"You're mine Celia. Get used to it." He kisses below my ear, I clench my jaw.

"Alright Mr. Valebrook, no PDA in my class please." She says and Vaughn bites my neck. fucking BITES it. I jump, grabbing my neck and whipping my head around and glaring at him. 

I hear an exasperated sigh from the teacher, who must think Im into this. What girl woouldnt be? Im sure everyone in here would drop their panties for him in a heartbeat.

Vaughn winks. "Pay attention baby, I like my girls smart." He says and nods to the front of the class.

"I like mine mouthy." Royce says without turning around from in front of me, as I turn to face the front of the class.

"I like mine with freckles." Sebastian says and the guys snicker. I see Vaughn reach his long leg out and kick Sebastian desks. I try to focus, ignoring the fact I have freckles. 

"I like mine with green eyes and a nice handful." Holton says, and I changed my mind about him being the nicer one. They're all shit. And they're all talking about me. 

"Shut the hell up." Vaughn says to them and they snicker.

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I suffer through three classes with them before lunch. Then suffer lunch with them surrounding me. Ariana just sitting beside me, quiet as a mouse as the four of them sit with us, while the blonde "Divine Double D's" all glare fucking daggers at our table. 

After lunch I go to my locker, where "someone" aka, one of the blondes has written in black sharpie, the scribblings of an ALMOST offensive word.

Vaughn chuckles. 

"Must have been Quinn, that one is dumber than a rock." Sebastian laughs as he stands there, swiping a finger of the word .. "H-O-R-E" ...

"Maybe she ran out of time for the W?" Holton muses. 

I fight back the tiny bit of laughter. Because, who the fuck mispells whore?

"You dont write backwards you jackass...she thinks thats how it's spelled, if she ran out of time, it'd be missing the E" Sebastian says. 

"This is YOUR fault." I hiss to Vaughn.

"Mm, yeah, probably. Get your shit. Let's go." he says. 

"Im not going anywhere with you." I hiss. 

"It's time for gym baby, and I cant wait to watch you sweat." He says. 

"you're fucking delusional, i could report you, you know? for harrassment?" I say and the others laugh and Vaughn just smirks. 

"Beat it" He says to the others. 

The hall is empty save for a few people that are scattering about and watching me and Vaughn. His little minions whistle and direct them all to leave the hall. I swallow, my locker against my back as Vaughn looks down at me.

"Go ahead Celia, see what happens......you know what will happen?  Not a god damn thing." He says. 

"I could rip your clothes off right here and now, and force my cock into you while rattling this entire wall of lockers...and you could beg for more...or beg me to stop.....and it wouldnt fucking matter....because I'm Vaughn Valebrook, Celia. I'm untouchable. Which means, I can touch whoever I want, whenever I want, wherever I want....and guess who I want to fucking touch Celia?" He asks, and drops his hand to the front of my blazer, and plucks the button undone and the navy blazer falls open slightly, and he slides his hand to my side, the one side of the blazer pushing open just a bit more and I suck in a breath. 

I believed him. I believed every word. It pissed me off. It terrified me. and it...did something I really didnt fucking want it to do at all. It turned me on. That he could do whatever he wanted. Not just to me, but to anyone. Because apparently his parents were alumni, and the top funders for the school, and fucking billionaires. I was rich, not that rich though. Not even close. 

He smirks as his hand slides up my side.

"Please, just leave me alone." I whisper and figure maybe asking nicely will work? 

"Can't." He says as his thumb grazes the underside of my breast and he grins as I look down at his hand and then back up.

"yes you can" I say. 

"Let me rephrase that Celia." He whipser.

"I don't want to." He says and then his hand slips up, his forefinger and thumb grabbing my nipple hard right through the fabric. My eyes going wide and I squeak, my shoulders pushing back against the locker, along with my head. 

He groans, pinching harder. 

"Do you like that Celia?" He asks and then is dipping his head down to my ear. 

"I broke up with her, just so I could put my fucking hands on you." He groans and releases my nipple and then drops his hand and I suck in a breath, thinking I'm getting mercy, when his hand slides right down and between my legs, he grabs me hard. My skirt pushed between my legs as his hand cups my pussy and grabs it.  I yelp, my forehead pushing into his shoulder and his hand pushes down, then up, then down, rubbing me through my skirt.

"nobody, asked you to do that" I breathe. 

"Is your cunt wet Celia?" he whispers in my ear and I close my eyes. shaking my head. 

"Are you a virgin?" he whispers. I shake my head. 

"Mmmm, too bad, I was really hoping I'd be the first to fuck you." he says and I whimper as his hand slides down my skirt and up along my thigh. And im just standing there. Like a fucking idiot. Like a "H-O-R-E", because I can't stop him. Even if I wanted to. And i DO want to, but what's the point? I already know he wont give up, guys like him dont relent, they always get what they want.

I gasp as his fingers touch my panties, I didnt have stockings on today, so it was just my cotton panties between him and the wettest part of me. 

"I might not be the first to fuck you Celia, but i'll be the first to fucking ruin you and this wet little pussy" He groans and I feel my toes curl, my nipples so hard they hurt.

"I want you Celia. And I WILL have you. Whether you like it or not, you belong to me now." he says and rubs my wet panties. 

"Vaughn, stop" I whimper.

"no." he whispers. "I cant do that...I wont" 

"no, st-.." I start as I feel him slide his fingers into the side of my panties.

"shh" he whispers, his face beside mine. 

"stop, please stop" I pant.

"no" he whispers as I writher, his fingers sliding through my wet lips , his fingers passing my clit, and then back over it, then rubbing it with two fingers. 

My hands are on his shoulders. I'm panting. 

"Vaughn, stop" I whine softly. I cant believe it was the second day of school, and I was getting my pussy played with by probably the very last fucking guy that I should let touch me. But why did it feel so fucking good? Why was I so turned on by him telling me he would have me, and that I belonged to him? It shouldnt turn me on at all. 

"you dont want me to...not really....girls like you ...are made for guys like me Celia.....naughty little good girls, who get off on being told what to do....that get off on men that take what's theirs, never taking no for an answer" he groans.

"Bet when I slide my fingers down....and push them inside of you.....it's going to be nice and fucking wet for me, isnt it Celia?" he groans. His fingers slip down slowly. 

"stop" I pant, he draws his head back, his eyes on mine, then on my mouth. He smirks as I pant.

"You dont get to tell me what to do...." he says and his fingers rub at my cunt and he groans. 

"it's my body" I whine.

"Not anymore it isn't." He says, then his two fingers push right inside of me and I let out a cry, his other hand clapping over my mouth, I screech into his hand. his fingers fucking me hard, I can hear the obscene squelch of my pussy walls soaking his fingers and dripping into my panties as Vaughn Valebrook curls his fingers and holds hishands over my screaming mouth. A door opens, my eyes darting down the hall. Seeing a male teachers head poke out. See us. Then just fucking pulls his head back in and shuts the door. 

Vaughn chuckles as I whimper. 

"told you so Celia....nobody can save you from me , so you might as well just learn to fucking to behave, and do as I tell you." he says and I clench around his fingers.

"you love it...you dirty fucking girl...don't you?" he growls and fingers me harder, faster, my eyes rolling.

"I'm sick Celia...but youre sicker....because you love it baby....you love a sick man, don't you?" he groans. 

"Cum Celia...go on....fucking cum you dirty little girl" he whispers and I feel my pussy pulse and he groans as I cry into his palm, my legs shaking. and I feel, and hear myself cumming, the wet sound of me squirting on his fingers and hand, the trickle of it out the sides of my panties and down my legs. 

He laughs. 

"that's my girl...there you go....that's nice isn't it?" he groans and fingers me deep and groans as I gasp, his hand sliding off my mouth as I tremble againt the lockers. 

"you pretty fucking bitch" he groans on my cheek, then bites it. I wince, and he smiles, as he pulls back. 

His fingers leave my panties, and I watch as he licks them, sucks them clean, then he grabs my jaw. 

His mouth presses hard to mine, I hate that my mouth parts, that my tongue reaches out, and I taste myself on the mouth of a fucking devil. 

"I own you Celia." he groans and bites my lip and I hiss. 

"I own you." He repeats.