DISCIPLINE✔ (DSD SERIES, BOOK THREE)

Surprise Vistor

"Come on baby!" he moans and I groan with a wince. "You gonna come for Daddy?"

I almost cringe at his words, they were just as awful as his thrusting. He grips my hips thrusting from behind and I wince as a slight feeling of discomfort cuts through me. He isn't as gentle as he said he would've been. He was hurting me.

"It hurts!" I say with a hiss but that doesn't stop him.

"It's always fun with a little pain," he grunts, enjoying himself. "Just — fuck!"

He groans loudly filling up the condom and I sigh thankful when his thrusts stop. He lies on top of me and I feel him grin on my back. He soon pulls out, a shock of pain resonating from my core and I lie down exhausted.

"That was fucking hot," my boyfriend, Greg says while pulling me to his chest.

My naive, 15-year-old self nods in his arms thinking that this pain is normal for the first time you have sex. For that night at his place he hadn't stopped smiling at me like I'd brought him great fortune while I'm there mentally hoping he won't touch me again.

Why was he smiling so much? It's not like the sex was good, I never felt something so unsatisfactory in my life.

So why was he smiling? It was the question on my mind.

And I figured it out two days later.

It was a dare.

They dared him to take the virginity of Blake's virgin daughter and he did it, he played me.

Watching as almost everyone in the cafeteria laughing at me and congratulating Greg was the moment my naive, teenage heart broke. I gave him a part of me, believing his promises of love and he played me. I couldn't bear to look at him.

Pain floods my heart and I look at Greg, his smug face not an ounce of regret and that right there made me realise how fucking dumb I was.

"Indie!" I hear my brother call as I run down the corridor and out the front doors of the school, tears falling from my eyes.

"Indie!" I ignore him running down the asphalt, parking lot but by not looking where I am going I hit into someone's chest.

I freeze for a second taking in the scent recognizing who it is instantly.

He was always late for school on Mondays. Having only homeroom before lunch he doesn't make an effort to be here in the mornings.

Sobbing, I try to pull away but it doesn't work. Arms wrap around my body preventing me from escaping, but I pull against them yelling at him to release me.

"Let me go! Let me go! LET ME GO!"

"Indiana stop!" the voice yells and I still sobbing on his chest.

I throw my arms around him, tightening my hold wishing he could take my pain away. Seeking comfort. Noticing I've stopped struggling, he pulls back gazing at my puffy face with a frown and I get lost in those beautiful eyes of his.

So lost I didn't even notice he has asked me something.

"Y-yeah?" I ask with a sniffle, tears still pouring from my eyes.

"What's wrong—"

"Indiana!" my brother bellows and I turn my head to see him storming up towards us.

I hide my face in Dylan's chest, trying to ignoring him but he pulls me from Dylan's arms before turning me to face him.

"Tell me that asshole is lying Indie," he pleads, looking at me but I refuse to meet his eyes.