Trigger warnings: Non-consent, blackmail, revenge porn, dubious consent, high school bullying, humiliation, degradation, and a forced D/s dynamic.

Note: This story, including all names and people, is entirely fictional and not based on any real life experiences or events.

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Eight years ago

Cole, age 18

“Dude, you’re such an idiot.” I know I am, but George’s warning does little to dissuade me. My mind is made up, but so is his. It’s a miracle I managed to drag him this far, but I know there’s no hope of making him follow me any further.

“Will you just give me a leg up?” I ask, frustration coating my voice. I shouldn’t be frustrated with him, though, not when he’s helping me commit a crime.

Is breaking and entering a crime when someone’s left their window wide open? Probably, but I’m not breaking anything. Besides, no one’s going to care that yet another guy is at this party.

“Fuck my life,” George mutters before complying with my request. I step my boot into his waiting palms, then grip the window frame as he hoists me up. My other leg swings up, hooking to the inside of the window. With one last push from George, my boot leaves his palms before I swing my entire body up, landing on my feet in Poppy’s dad’s office.

I turn to look at George from where he stands outside. He looks like he’s about to puke. I had to trick the poor guy into coming here, saying I had an invitation only to then have to sneak through the window when we got here. “Thanks for the help,” I tell him honestly, wiping my palms on my jeans.

He scoffs. “I’d say ‘no problem’, but there are so many problems with this situation.” He gestures to the loud noise coming from the other side of the office door. “Better get going. Don’t wanna be late to a party you weren’t even invited to.”

I laugh, and he gives me an exasperated look. “I’ll be fine. Now go before you piss your pants.”

With a disbelieving chuckle, he turns on his heel and leaves, and I immediately turn towards the door, not wasting any time.

I make my way out into the hallway, the smell of alcohol and sweat hitting my nostrils almost immediately. Poppy’s truly the most popular girl at school, so I’m not surprised at how many are at this party. I weave through the throngs of people occupying the hallway, most probably queuing for the bathroom, then head into the living room.

And there, sitting on Brendan’s lap with his tongue down her throat, I see her. She looks divine, like she’s sitting on a throne, but obviously she’s not. Brendan looks like he wants to devour her with how aggressively he’s pawing at her, and I can’t help but sheepishly look away from their public display, walking away from them.

But I don’t make it far before I bump into Haley.

“Hey there,” she says with fake sweetness. I don’t know her well, but I know she’s one of Poppy’s friends, and she sucks just like the rest of them. I might be delusional, but Poppy seems to be the only decent one in their group.

“Hello,” I reply, looking down at her. She smiles like she has a big secret she doesn’t want to tell me, and I immediately remember why I dislike her.

“What are you doing here, Cole?” she asks way too loudly.

I catch sight of a few lingering gazes either side of me, their eyes crinkling with disgust, like I’m a criminal. “I was invited,” I lie, and instantly regret it, because in the next moment, she looks over my shoulder at Poppy.

“Poppy! Did you invite Beckett?”

I turn to look at her, just as she breaks away from Brendan’s kiss. Both of them look at me with disdain, and my heart sinks at the humiliation. It feels like a betrayal when she utters, “Ew, no,” even though I knew that she’d react like that.

I don’t really know why I expect her to be better than her friends anymore. Maybe I’m just fucking delusional in my obsession with her.

But then her eyes widen, and for a moment, I think she’s about to take back what she said. But then she exclaims, “Did you break into my fucking house?” and all eyes in the room fall on mine as my heart stops beating.

Now

Poppy, age 26

It’s strange how quickly I got over being sexually assaulted. Maybe it’s because I wasn’t technically assaulted, but I don’t think it’s unfair of me to call it that.

He all but physically overpowered me, instead giving me a choice between letting him fuck me or never working as a teacher again. It was an easy choice, even though it felt like the worst decision of my life in the moment.

I don’t regret doing what he wanted, because I just don’t know what he’s capable of or what would’ve happened if I said no. Cole now is very different from the lanky kid I used to know back in high school. Gone is his awkward demeanour when he talks with me, instead replaced with pure hatred and disdain for my very existence.

And I get it… kind of. Not really. I mean, sure, I was a mean bitch in high school, but does that warrant turning me into a glorified sex slave? I don’t think so, but it’s clear he disagrees, and right now, I’m not in any position to fight him.

My plan has remained unchanged, though. I’m determined to find a way to delete the video…somehow, even if I don’t know how. But it’s my only plan, and I’m fucked if it doesn’t work.

It’s been a few days since Cole introduced me to our new arrangement, and since then, I haven’t heard from him.

I keep expecting him to burst in during a lesson, demanding that I bend over and let him fuck me in front of my students, but obviously he wouldn’t do that. That’s why it confuses me that he hasn’t come visit me after class, though. What is he doing? Is he just letting me get antsy? Does he think this will make me miss him? He’s fucking wrong if that’s the case.

I don’t even have his phone number, so it’s not like I can text him and ask. Not that I’m eager to remind him of our arrangement, though. A quick, Hey, friendly reminder that you need to fuck your sex slave, doesn’t sound like a text I want to send to him.

It's not like I’m not happy that I haven’t seen him the last few days. I’ve finally mustered up the courage to go out in public at a place that isn’t my school. Ava dragged me to a bar, seeing as I’ve been mopey lately, and insisted on me trying to talk to a guy, even if nothing else happens after that.

I’ve tried, but I can’t focus when I’m just so scared. It sounds strange to say it, but I’m scared of Cole growing bored of me. Ironically, it’s the worst-case scenario, despite how much I wish he would. The man clearly hates me, and my body is the only thing keeping him from releasing the video. If I can’t even use that as a bargaining chip, then he’ll probably just release the video anyway.

Which is why I’m frustratingly impatient for him to see me again, just to confirm I still have that leverage. Yes, that is the only reason, thank you very much.

And when the fifth guy I’ve talked to tonight saunters away, Ava’s bewildered look makes me cringe. “What was wrong with him?” she asks.

“Weird name,” I lie. His name was fine, but I can’t explain to her the real reason that no man interests me tonight. Maybe I would’ve gone home with him two weeks ago, but with Cole’s possessive claim over me looming over my head, I can’t risk it now.

“His name was Greg. Like, the most normal name to have ever existed.”

I shrug, offering no further explanation, because I just don’t have one.

Ava narrows her eyes and points a finger in my face. “Next guy that comes over will have at least five minutes of your time, you got it?”

I wince, but mask it with a mock salute and a, “Yes, ma’am,” which makes Ava smile, even as she rolls her eyes.

“Whatever happened with that guy you slept with anyway?” I tense, immediately knowing who she’s talking about, but I feign ignorance.

“Who?”

She snaps her fingers. “God, what was his name…” She pauses for several moments until she finally points a finger at me with an ah-ha! face. “Cole! Yeah, you never told me what happened with him?”

“Cole? You mean the guy from Jay’s party? I didn’t sleep with him. Also, isn’t Jay his best friend? How did you already forget his name?”

“Uh-uh, no changing the topic. What. Happened. You guys snuck into his room and you were acting all weird after. Then you dodge my questions about it for over a week. Don’t act like you didn’t.”

I sigh. “We didn’t sleep together, we just…messed around, I guess.”

“But then why did you storm out like that afterwards?”

I obviously can’t tell her the truth. That I realised I just sucked off the guy I used to make fun of in school. So I settle on a vague, “It just didn’t go very well, that’s all.” I hold up a hand as soon as she goes to reply. “I really don’t want to talk about it, Ava. I’m sorry.” I offer a sheepish look, hoping she sees the sincerity of my apology.

“Fine,” she huffs. “I get it, but wouldn’t it be nice to be with a guy who really knows what he’s doing then?” She gives me a look that promises trouble, but I don’t get to respond before I see her eyes snap to something behind me.

“Speak of the devil,” she mutters, right before I feel a hard, warm body pressed against my back.

“Good evening, ladies,” Cole’s annoyingly deep voice drawls from behind me.

I stumble forwards into Ava, hurriedly positioning myself between her and Cole. “What are you doing here, Cole?” I ask him, eyes narrowed at his stupid grin.

“Here for a drink, but then I saw something I’d much rather indulge in over by the bar…” He trails off, his eyes running up and down my body, clad in a black miniskirt and denim jacket.

Ava immediately goes to speak up, ready to tell him to go away after what I told her about him, but I interrupt her before she gets a word out. “Can I talk to you for a minute?” I ask Cole.

He nods, and I turn towards a confused looking Ava. “Are you sure?” she whispers. When I nod, she tilts her head at me in confusion, but then levels a glare at Cole. “I’ll be watching.”

With that threat, she saunters off to the other side of the room, her eyes trained on Cole. “What are you doing here.” My tone is pure venom, because truly, if I didn’t already hate him, I would now.

“Like I said, I–“

“Don’t bullshit me, Cole. How did you know I was here?”

He looks taken aback by my tone, but his mocking smile tells me he expected this reaction. “Jay told me you and Ava were going here tonight. Figured I’d see you. By the looks of things, you’re really missing me, aren’t you?”

“No. I don’t miss my rapist.”

“Truly, you wound me.” He places a mocking hand on his heart. “Because I could’ve sworn I gave you a choice, and you chose to let me fuck you. That choice is still on the table, you know.” He smirks like the bastard he is. “You can call it quits whenever you’d like.”

“That’s not a real choice and you know it.”

“A or B. Seems reasonable to me.”

I’m so fucking close to pulling my hair out. “You know that’s not–“ I take a deep breath, willing myself to calm down. “You know what? If you’re just going to be an asshole, you can leave.”

“Asshole?” He chuckles. “Me? The guy coming to save you from all the mediocre men you keep rejecting?”

My eyes widen. “How long have you been here? Were you fucking watching us?

“More like eye-fucking you. That skirt is just begging to be ripped off…” His eyes home in on the hem where the skirt sits on my thighs. But yes, I was.”

“Cole…” I sigh, exasperated. “Why are you here?”

“Poppy, I already told you.”

“No, why are you doing this?” I toss a hand between us as a way of saying, this situation between us. “You weren’t this cruel back in high school.” I school my features into an easy-going smile, hoping that’ll placate him somewhat. “You were nice. What happened?”

“You happened, Poppy. It’s not cruel of me to get my revenge on you, and you know that. This is just your punishment for all the torment you put me through.”

I didn’t think I’d get through to him, but my heart still sinks at how quickly my attempt failed. “Okay, Cole. Can you just go, please? I’m hanging out with my friend.”

“Meet me in the men’s bathroom in ten minutes, Poppy.” With that simple yet infuriating order, he turns and leaves, heading to the bathrooms.

I know what he wants to do in there. Well, not specifically, but I know he wants to use me to get off somehow. I hate that I have no choice, and I fucking hate that I have to do it while Ava is here.

She approaches me as soon as she sees Cole leaving. “What the hell was that about?” she asks as soon as she reaches me.

“What?”

“It looked like you were arguing.” She places a comforting hand on my upper arm. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine, but–“ Just then, my phone rings, and I look down and see an unknown number. It’s the same number that called me that day with Cole in the classroom and has been calling me every day since.

I groan loudly, causing Ava to back away just a step. I ignore the call for what must be the fifth time, then turn to face my best friend. “I’m sorry, but that guy is just bad news. I can’t explain it, but he’s just not a good guy.” I sigh. “Sorry, Ava, I’m such a bad person to hang out with right now.” My following laugh is anything but humorous.

“Okay, Poppy. Maybe we should just leave? We can hang out at mine if you’d like.”

I nod immediately, but then remember Cole’s demand to meet him in the bathroom. “Um…” I start. Whatever he has planned likely won’t be quick. “Can I just use the bathroom first? It’s bad.” I hope my vagueness will lead her to not panic when I’m in there for long.

“Sure,” she nods. “I’ll call Daya to pick us up and wait for you in her car.” Daya is a friend of ours, and currently lives with Ava. “Text me if you need anything, ‘kay?” I hum, giving her a quick hug, then hurry off to the bathroom.

Cole is leaning against the sinks in the men’s bathroom, his large biceps stretching the plain black shirt he’s wearing. He glances at his phone, brows furrowed. “You’re early. That eager to see me again, huh?”

“Just…” I sigh, eyes shut and fists closed. “Be quiet and get this over with, will you?”

He huffs out a laugh and glances at the floor, clearly amused by my reaction. “It’d be so much more interesting if you resisted, don’t you think?” He pushes off the sink just as my eyes widen. “Remember the last time we were in a public bathroom together?” he asks, tucking my hair behind my ear. He smiles, like he’s reminiscing over his favourite memory. “You were so eager for it then…”

“Can you just stop already?” I move away from his hand, face contorted with disgust at the gentle gesture. “Ava’s waiting for me. Let’s get this over with.” My voice is firm, because I can’t take his shit anymore. He wants to draw this out, but that wasn’t part of our damn agreement.

Not that I have much leverage to argue that point, but still.

His face hardens, like he’s pissed that I’m not indulging in his little game. Fuck him. “You can pretend you don’t love this all you want, Poppy.” I narrow my eyes at him in the following pause, because I don’t know what sick shit he’s into that makes him think I’d enjoy being treated this way. “Get in the stall,” he says, tilting his head towards the row of stalls.

I obey, even as I’m tempted to knee him in the groin at his demand. He follows behind me, closing the door behind him and locking us in the small space. There’s barely enough room for one person, but with the giant that Cole is, I’m forced to be much closer to him than I’d like.

He turns to face me, looking incredibly intimidating at this angle. “Get on your knees,” he demands, and I frown at him. There’s no fucking way I’m letting my bare legs touch this grimy floor. It’s a toilet at a bar for Christ’s sake.

When I don’t move, he places a not-so-helpful hand on my shoulder. He tries to push me down, but I refuse to get on my knees for him. “I’m not getting on the floor, Cole,” I say, looking pointedly at the dirty floor.

“Stop being such a fucking princess and get on your knees. Now.” The sudden authority in his voice makes me shiver, and I hate the tingles it sends to between my legs too. God, I hate that he has this effect on me, even when he’s god damn terrifying.

I sigh, then slowly lower myself to the knees. I cringe at the way the cold floor feels, but I keep my protests to myself, determined not to let him humiliate me any further.

“There you go,” he purrs. “Such a good girl.” His hand goes to pet my head, and I hate how soothing it feels, so I immediately pull my head away from his hand.

He doesn’t waste much time, quickly unzipping his black jeans and pulling his already hard dick out. It bobs in front of me, almost comically, and I swallow at its size. It’s already been in my mouth, back when I had no idea how much of an asshole its owner was, but it feels more intimidating now that all the walls between us have been destroyed. Now that I know who he is and what he wants with me, there’s no reason for him to be gentle. To ease me into it. He can use my mouth, and there’s nothing I can do to stop him.

And he does just that. He shoves himself all the way into my mouth, pushing further and further until I’m fighting back tears. I gag around him, which just makes him moan, and I slam my hands into his thighs. He doesn’t let up, instead gripping my hair in both hands to force me to choke on him.

I can’t breathe from how deep he is. I have to put all my focus into not gagging so I don’t puke, but the dirty floor, the humiliation, the few drinks I had earlier, and the way he slowly begins pumping in and out quickly makes it a losing battle.

He pulls out after a minute of this, and I gasp. “Cole,” I breathe. “I’m gonna throw up if you go that far…Please don’t.”

I look up at him to see him tilting his head, like my request confuses him. “There’s a toilet right behind you, Poppy. By all means, throw up if you must. Just don’t get any on my cock.”

Before I can curse him, he starts the same routine again, shoving himself all the way into my mouth. Drool runs down my chin when he begins thrusting more aggressively. His deep moans and grunts fill the small space, and I briefly worry what will happen if we’re not actually alone in here.

I never bothered to ask, but it’s too late for that now anyway.

He grips my hair to pull my head off his cock, both of us breathing heavily. “Look at me,” he orders, and despite every bone in my body telling me to spit on him, I look up at him. “You look beautiful,” he says, and I almost believe him.

Cole continues using my mouth until my jaw aches, and then some. I can hear my phone ringing in my purse that I dropped on the floor, but I don’t get a chance to pick it up with how my mouth is full of Cole’s cock.

I hate how my body’s reacting to him. I’m buzzing all over, a steady pulse having found its way beneath my skirt. My body is betraying me, only seeing the way too attractive man above me, even as my brain knows what a monster he really is.

I catch myself trying to sneak a hand up there, instead placing both on his muscular thighs to keep from indulging my body’s sick demands.

“Stick your tongue out,” he demands, just as he pulls me off him again.

I do as he says, desperately wanting him to finish so I can leave. He begins aggressively jerking himself off, his other hand gripping my hair tightly, and I only realise what he’s doing when it’s already too late.

Hot, sticky come shoots out of him, hitting the lower half of my face. I immediately try to pull my tongue back into my mouth, but he catches the movement and tugs my hair in warning. I keep it extended, the strange yet tantalising taste of him coating it. Some of it drips onto my chin, and a few drops fall into my cleavage, quickly hardening on my exposed skin.

When Cole has finally spilled all of it onto my face, he grips my cheeks between his rough fingers. He leans down, muttering against my mouth, “Swallow.” There wasn’t much that made it into my mouth anyway, but I do as he says, and he groans, his eyes focusing on my neck as I swallow.

When he finally releases me, I take a deep breath, relieved that it’s over, even as my body is begging me to finish myself off too. I feel flushed and hot, and not just because of the small, enclosed space we’re stuck in together.

Cole, naturally, doesn’t help me to stand, so I have to stand up on my shaky legs on my own. He unlocks the door and as soon as we exit, some poor guy enters the bathroom.

He catches sight of us, and of my messy face, covered with smudged makeup and Cole’s come, and quickly turns to leave.

“Fuck my life,” I mutter as I look at myself in the mirror. Cole doesn’t leave, instead leaning a hip against the sink as he watches me wash my face clean. Luckily, I brought both concealer and mascara in my purse, so after I wash my face, it only takes a few minutes before I look presentable again.

When I check my phone, I see several missed calls from Ava, and another from that same unknown number. We’ve been gone for twenty minutes, I realise, and I immediately call Ava back.

“Girl, what the hell?” she asks after answering on the first ring.

I wince. “Sorry!” I say. Cole is still looking at me, like he’s curious how I’m going to explain my absence to my best friend. “I got my period, that’s all.” He smirks at my lie, and I glare at him.

“Right,” Ava replies, sounding a bit exasperated yet still like she believes me. “You got everything you need or?”

“Yep, it’s no worries. I’ll be out in a sec.” I hang up before she can reply, then turn to glare at Cole. “Next time you’re fucking me in a dirty bathroom, make sure Ava isn’t with me, will you?”

He smirks, shaking his head a little. “You’re not allowed to set the terms of when I fuck you, Poppy.” A pause. “Look, I’m going to a work event next week and I need a plus one. It’s black-tie. I’ll send you the details.”

He starts walking away, leaving me sputtering. “Wait, what? You want me to accompany you to a work event? The fuck?”

He looks over his shoulder, but still keeps his back to me as he says, “Yes, Poppy. You know, for an English teacher, you sure struggle to understand basic English sometimes.” With that insult, he walks out of the bathroom, leaving me as confused as ever.

I make my way to Daya’s car when I exit the bar. Luckily no one saw me exit the men’s bathroom a minute after Cole did, but it was still embarrassing. I felt like everyone could see that I’d just had my throat fucked in the men’s bathroom, and that I was buzzing between my legs because of it.

My body’s reactions to this aren’t my fault, I know, but it still doesn’t feel great that it’s begging to get off when Cole uses me.

“You good?” Ava asks me, and I nod. I’m not even close to good, but there’s nothing I can do to help alleviate that, other than grabbing one of my purple friends in my bedside drawer when I get home.

Cole texts me when Daya starts driving, which I only figure out is him based on the information he texts me. I quickly add him to my contacts, then read the text he sent me.

Cole: I’ll pick you up at 8 pm on Saturday next week. It’s black-tie, so wear a dress. Preferably black and easy to tear off if needs be.

Today is Friday so I have a week to prepare. With a huff, I quickly type a text back.

Poppy: How did you even get my number?

Cole: Don’t worry about it. I’ll see you soon.

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