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

It’s been a few weeks since Poppy rejected me in the most hurtful way possible, and I don’t think I’ll ever get over it.

Not that I think I’d ever have a chance with her, but I took a risk and was punished for it beyond what I could’ve imagined. “Worst she can say is no” has never been more untrue, and a sick part of me chuckles at the thought.

Poppy flinches at the sound of my voice but doesn’t turn around. It’s the end of English class, and we’re packing up and preparing to head out. I keep my distance from Poppy as we make our way out, but I still can’t keep from staring at her, and I hate myself for it. There’s only a few weeks left of school now, so if I’m going to get to see her, now’s the only chance I have.

But that means I don’t miss the way Brendan makes a beeline towards her when she gets to her locker.

My steps falter, and a classmate bumps into me. “Sorry,” I mutter, wincing when he glares at me as he passes by. My reputation is still in the gutter after crashing Poppy’s party, so the glare doesn’t surprise me.

What does surprise me is Brendan’s confidence. Both his hands brace on the locker on either side of Poppy’s head, caging her in, and with the way her eyes widen and her lips thin, I don’t think she’s too happy about this.

Slowly, I make my way to my own locker, trying to inconspicuously listen in to their conversation.

“What are you doing?” Poppy is asking, and I’d sure love to know as well.

“What, I can’t hang out with my girlfriend anymore?”

“You broke up with me, Brendan.” Knowing that he broke up with her makes me irrationally angry.

“Did I?” he asks, sounding genuinely confused, and I roll my eyes.

“You fucked Haley, what the hell do you want me to think?” Poppy exclaims, struggling to lower her voice.

Brendan chuckles. “Oh, come on, that’s not a big deal. She came onto me, and you want me to say no?”

“Yes.” Thatta girl.

“Look, I’m sorry, but you need to chill.” Brendan sounds exasperated, like he can’t believe he has to have this conversation.

There’s a long silence, and I look over my shoulder just as Poppy says, “Go fuck yourself, Brendan.” She ducks under his arm and rushes into the girls’ bathroom, just as the bell rings for the next class.

Brendan huffs, then makes his way to his class, glaring at me as he goes. I have biology now, and I know Poppy has history, but she’s not coming out of the bathroom.

What the hell is she up to?

Curiosity, empathy, or god knows what gets the better of me, and I’m walking before I can tell my legs to move.

I ditch class and make my way into the bathroom.

Now

Poppy, age 26

The date went horribly, which isn’t a surprise. What is a surprise is that I barely managed to get a word in, so my plan of intentionally making it a horrible date worked without my interference.

Brendan really loves the sound of his own voice, and all he did was talk about what he’s been up to for the past eight years. I got the distinct impression that he was trying to sell himself in an effort to convince me to marry him, which of course just had the opposite effect.

I don’t even think he knows I teach senior English, since all I managed to contribute to the conversation were a few polite hums and nods. And despite that, I still barely know anything about him either. I was a terrible listener, I’ll admit, but god damn that man has a special talent for info dumping.

You’d think this would be great news since the date went horribly, just like I hoped it would, but I honestly believe Brendan thinks the date went great. He even tried to kiss me at the end of it, which I thankfully managed to dodge. Since then, he’s been texting me incessantly. Anything from asking for another date to asking to fuck me.

I’ve ignored or turned down every offer, but he’s clingy. I’m scared of blocking him in case I end up provoking another incident like when he barged into my apartment. But with how much I’m rejecting him, I worry that he’s absolutely going to corner me again given the chance.

I don’t want to ask Cole for help either. I hate that the thought even passed my mind, honestly. It’s not like he’s my guardian or protector. He might be in full control of me, but I’d like to imagine I know how to handle a creep.

Besides, what would he do if I told him anyway? I think it’s more likely he’d be pissed at me for going on a date with him than that he’d be pissed at him for bothering me.

I’ve learned the hard way that his possessive claim over me goes further than his kindness and compassion.

It’s been a few days since my date with Brendan, and after work, it doesn’t surprise me to see Cole waiting outside my apartment door.

I sigh, then unlock the door and let him in. I barely get to drop my bag on the floor before I’m pinned to the wall with Cole’s lips against mine.

I gasp, instinctively trying to fight back, but I manage to keep my hands at my sides when Cole growls a warning into my mouth.

“Cole,” I force out between kisses, and he pulls back a few inches, still with his thick arms braced on either side of my head, caging me in. “What are you doing?” I know what he’s doing, but now is not a good time. I need a cup of hot chocolate and a good book after work, not to be fucked against a wall.

He doesn’t answer at first, instead reaching beneath my dress and groping my ass. He groans and I gasp, feeling him yanking at my panties and pulling them off me.

Once they’re bunched around my ankles, Cole’s mouth comes down to my neck and his fingers give featherlike touches to between my legs. “I need you, Poppy,” he groans against my neck, and the desperation in his voice is truly something else.

“I haven’t eaten anything,” I try, hoping he’ll be kind for once.

He doesn’t reply, instead sucking the skin at my neck between his teeth. I groan, feeling pleasure and pain flow through my veins at the aggressive gesture and also wondering how the fuck I’m going to cover this up before work tomorrow.

His hands go to my thighs, gripping them tightly and lifting me up and up until I have to wrap my legs around his waist. His fingers dig into my flesh in a claiming grip, and his mouth comes back down onto mine, his tongue pushing inside and twirling with my own.

A moan escapes me when my exposed centre rubs against his erection, covered by the rough material of his jeans. I hate how good this feels, how he’s just taking what he wants from me without asking, but with how hard he made me come when I was at his place, I already know I’m fucked in the head.

My arms hang loosely over his neck and shoulders while he keeps me squeezed between him and the wall, leaving his hands free to unzip and unbutton his jeans. He yanks his jeans and boxers down just enough for his thick length to spring free, and before I’m ready, he slams me down onto him.

I groan at the feel, at how he stretches me and fills me to the brim. The little foreplay he gave me wasn’t enough to leave me soaked or anything, but it doesn’t take long before the feel of his cock inside me leaves me panting and aching for him.

My body apparently never caught the memo that we’re supposed to hate Cole and his stupid beard, and I involuntarily clench around him at every thrust, desperate to keep him as close to me as I can. The arms I have around his shoulders clinging to him tighten, pulling him closer and closer until there’s no escape, and all I can feel or see is him.

He kisses me again, plunging his tongue into my mouth. He groans and his grip on my ass tightens impossibly more when our tongues clash. Shivers rack my entire body at the way he’s claiming both my mouth and my pussy, filling both and leaving me a panting, desperate mess in his arms.

“Fuck, Poppy,” he groans, breaking away from our kiss and bringing his mouth down to my neck again. He nips it between his teeth, and I hiss at the pain.

But the pain sends zings of pleasure through me regardless, gathering to the area where we’re joined.

I think if I was having sex with him of my own will that I’d hate myself for how good this feels. The fact that I have no choice but to take him and let him use me actually makes me feel better about chasing the pleasure he’s giving me. I can feel the orgasm building low in my abdomen, and I’m desperate for it. Getting any pleasure out of this should give me shame, but at this point, all I feel is the delicious way he stretches me.

I moan and grind against him, loving the way it feels when the hard planes of his stomach bump into my clit. I snake a hand down there myself, and Cole smirks at the way I’m unashamedly trying to get myself off.

“Such a good little whore for me, aren’t you?” he mocks. “Getting off on the way I fuck you.”

“Go fuck yourself, Cole,” I force out, ending on a gasp of pleasure.

He chuckles, bottoming out inside me and pausing there. It almost hurts, the size of him is nearly overwhelming, but I still clench at how much I love the feel of him.

“I think you’d rather I fuck you, don’t you think?” he jokes, earning a glare.

But I would much rather he fuck me, given how loudly I moan when he begins moving again. Only now, he’s unrestrained, and it’s all I can do to hang on while he fucks me like he’s starved for it.

He keeps going for another few minutes before he finishes deep inside me, forcing me to feel as his come fills me up. I keep rubbing at my clit, and I’m not far behind him, my own climax forcing moans out of me while he’s still hard inside me.

When I come back down, I slump against him, breathing heavily. He’s still inside me, holding me up against the wall. Our foreheads connect, and I’m sure it’d look romantic to anyone who doesn’t know who we are to each other, but the orgasmic haze makes it difficult to care.

He eventually puts me down, and I cringe when I feel his come dripping out of me. Thankfully, he allows me a few minutes in my bathroom to clean up, and when I come back out, I see he’s already left.

Despite expecting this and knowing how awkward it’d be to hang out like a normal couple, I can’t help feeling a twinge of disappointment at how quickly he fled.

Truly, horribly fucked in the head.

It’s the middle of the night a few days later, and Brendan is calling again. Considering the time, there’s really only one reason for him to call, but I decide to answer anyway.

I’ve been avoiding him as much as I can but knowing that he knows where I live makes me nervous. I can’t risk provoking him into escalating, so I can’t outright reject him. But I also have to keep him at arm’s length, just in case Cole catches wind of this mess and decides to post the video because of it.

“Hello?” I rasp into the phone, a little frustrated at being woken up in the middle of the night.

“Poppy!” Brendan greets, and I can immediately tell he’s drunk, or at least tipsy. “Where are you?”

“In bed,” I deadpan.

“What? Why are you in bed? That’s boring.” A pause. “I mean, unless you’re masturbating or something. Are you? If you are, you should totally send me a video.”

I cringe at the reminder of the video I sent Cole a little while ago.

“What did you want, Brendan?”

There’s a lot of noise on the other end of the line, so it doesn’t surprise me when he says, “I’m at a club. Wanna come?”

“No.”

“Awe, come on, Poppy, it’ll be fun. Don’t be a downer.”

“I have work tomorrow, you know that.” Or at least he should know that, but I doubt he remembers anything about me beyond how big my tits are.

“Ohhhh, right. Well, that’s okay, I’ll just come to you.”

My heart stops. “What? No!”

“No, no, it’s okay. I’m just around the corner anyway.”

I sit up, clutching the sheets to my chest like I need to cover myself. “Brendan, if you come here, I’ll call the police, I swear to god.”

“The police? Why?”

I’m losing my damn mind.

“Brendan, you can’t come here,” I say again, firmly like I’m talking to a child.

He whistles. “Oh damn, do that teacher voice again. That was hot.”

I cringe in disgust. He’s still like the boy I dated in high school. He hasn’t changed one bit, and I find myself wondering why I would ever date him.

I sigh. “Can I go back to sleep now, please?”

“No, no, no. Don’t go.” He sounds desperate, but not like Cole. Brendan sounds pathetic and childlike, Cole manages to sound and act dominant, even through his desperation for me. “Look, I wanna take you out again, and it’d be cool if you would stop avoiding me.”

I internally wince at having been caught avoiding him, but I still firmly say, “I don’t want to.”

“It’s either that or I’ll come over right now. In fact, I can see your building from here.”

“Fuck me,” I mutter just low enough for only me to hear. This guy just does not fucking let up. “Fine,” I snap. “But you have to stop calling me and texting me in the middle of the night, got it?”

“Yowch,” Brendan replies, and I groan. “I think I like this dominant side of you, babe. I’ll see you tomorrow! Bye”

He hangs up before I can reply.

The next day, I get a text from Brendan at noon, a surprisingly early hour considering how drunk he sounded last night.

Brendan: Wanna come to my place or should we be at yours?

Poppy: Why can’t we meet in a public place?

Being alone with that man is more terrifying than being alone with Cole, which is really saying something.

Brendan: See, I would, but I don’t want to risk you running off again like when we were at the café.

Poppy: …Why are you worried about me running off again? Do I have a reason to?

Brendan: You’re funny.

He doesn’t say anything else, and when five minutes pass, I groan and decide to just call the bastard.

He picks up on the second ring. “Heyyyyy, so what did you wanna do?”

I begin shuffling towards the front door before I say, “I’ll come to yours. I’m on my way now.”

I send a quick text to Ava while Brendan replies.

Poppy: Going to a guy’s place, here’s his info.

I follow it up with screenshots of Brendan’s social media and address and turn on my location for Ava’s benefit, but when she replies, I realise how ridiculous this looks.

Ava: Brendan? girl what are you doing??

Poppy: Long story, share later. Love you.

I hurry to throw on a coat and shove my feet into my shoes, but just as I open the front door, I see Cole standing in my doorway.

“…pizza or something. What do you think, Poppy?” Brendan is speaking to me, but I can barely hear him over the fog surrounding my head at the sight of Cole’s murderous expression.

“I gotta go,” I announce, and hurry to hang up.

But just before I press the button, Brendan yells out, “Okay, can’t wait till you get here, babe!”

I’ve been caught.

“Cole, I can explain,” I hurry out as he barges into my apartment like he owns the place. “I wasn’t going to fuck him. I haven’t, honestly!”

He turns to face me and closes the front door, then pins my hands above my head and brings his face inches from mine. “Brendan? You’d risk your job and your life for Brendan?” His voice is pure venom and disbelief, and I pale, my heart racing.

“It’s not what it looks like, Cole!”

“Then fucking tell me what you’re doing with some other guy. I was very clear that you’re not allowed to fuck anyone else, so what are you doing going to his place while he calls you ‘babe’”?

I try to pry my hands from his grip, but he only tightens his hold. He places one hand on my waist in a possessive grip, and I fucking hate the way it sends heat to between my legs.

“Cole,” I beg, tears pricking at my eyes. “You don’t understand.”

“Then explain.”

I give him a quick rundown of everything, leaving out details that might make me look like I wanted this. Despite me doing it for self-preservation, it still feels weird lying to him, even if it’s just by omission.

“I’m scared if I don’t go there now that he’ll escalate,” I finish, hoping to play on his sympathy, but it’s not like I’m expecting it to work.

He lets go of me, and his expression remains blank as he says, “I’ll talk with him. But you should’ve talked to me when he barged into your apartment.” A pause, one which he fills by glancing at the ground for a few moments. “You’re gonna make it up for me before I head over there.”

I close my eyes, tears now rolling down my cheeks.

I’m so tired of this game of his. It’s been fucking exciting at times, which is really weird to admit, but most of all, I’ve been terrified for months. Ever since he threatened to post the video, I’ve been constantly on edge, terrified of provoking him into posting it.

I’ve been used and fucked in any way Cole wants, and I’m god damn sick of it.

I’m so stupid, too. This can’t go on forever. He can’t keep me in his life forever with the video hovering above our heads until we’re old and grey. He’ll grow bored of me, and he’ll post the video.

I’m only delaying the inevitable.

I take a deep breath, steeling my expression as I look up at him and say, “No.” Never has one word felt so good, yet so terrifying.

“No?” He sounds genuinely surprised. “You don’t wanna do that, girl,” he warns, trying to make me feel small, but I just glare harder.

“No! I won’t suck your fucking cock! I’m sick of you, Cole. I’m so damn sick of being your fucking sex doll, and I won’t have it anymore. I’m going over to Brendan’s whether you like it or not, and you can go fuck your fist like the sad loser you’ve always been!”

There’s a heavy silence in the air. I’m breathing heavily, spurred on by the thrill of disobeying him yet terrified of what happens now.

“And that’s what you really want?” he eventually asks cautiously, like I’m a scared animal.

“I want you to leave me alone,” I say, turning around and placing my hand on the doorhandle.

“I’ll post the video, Poppy. Don’t you fucking try me like that,” he warns, but it doesn’t even phase me. In the last few minutes, I’ve accepted that it’s going to be posted and my life will be ruined, but I’ve stopped caring. He can jerk off to it in front of my whole class for all I care.

“Poppy, I’m dead fucking serious. Don’t you open that door.”

I open that door.

I hear him muttering something like, “Fuck sakes,” as I slam the door shut, and when I wait for the elevator, I hear him run up behind me.

“Leave me alone,” I say, voice low and defeated. He’s come to gloat, I know it.

“I’m coming with you,” he says.

“What?” I turn to him. “Why?”

He grimaces, and I realise he looks flushed and his hair messy, like he was pulling on it before he came out here. “You’re not going there on your own.”

“I don’t need a chaperone.”

“I’m not a chaperone. I’m going to talk some sense into him so he’ll leave you alone.”

“What, like I want you to do right now?”

“Poppy, I just want to help you.”

“So you can fuck me without sullying your conscience later? No thanks.”

“Fuck sakes, Poppy!” he exclaims when we make our way into the elevator. He angrily slams his fist on the button for the ground floor, then turns to face me, his face hard and frustrated. “Will you just let me do one nice thing for you without reading too much into it for once? Why can’t I just want to protect you? Why does it have to be some fucking trick to you?”

Now it’s his turn to breathe heavily. He looks insane, his hair a mess and his face sweaty and angry. Yet despite that, I don’t feel scared of him in this small, enclosed space, and I wish I knew why.

“Just let me fucking help you, Poppy. Just this once, and I’ll never bother you again.”

I don’t bother pointing out that posting the video would definitely be bothering me again. Instead, I give a small but reluctant nod.

It’s not that I need him, or even that I think he might not bother taking my no as an answer. I can handle Brendan on my own. It’s more just…part of me feels better with him there, for some stupid reason.

And there’s still part of me that wants to beg him to not post the video. If I insist that he fucks off then I forever lose that chance.

We don’t say anything on our way down, and when we go outside, I hop into Cole’s car. I lean back, resting my head while he drives to Brendan’s place.

I’ve no idea what Cole wants to do when we get there, but I damn well know it’ll get ugly.

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