He cricked his neck and put his glasses back on as though that would make the papers easier to grade. It hadn’t, he realized, as he made his way halfway down one page. If it carried on like this, he’d have to retu—
The sound of his e-mail pinging once more jolted his head up. Again, the top message was from Darcy, and slowly, he reached for the trackpad and ran his finger over it.
From:
[email protected]
To:
[email protected]
Subject: (empty)
(Download Attachment.)
He skeptically narrowed his eyes at the message. Not a word was written, and he clicked on the download arrow on the attachment. As soon as it’d downloaded, he double-clicked on the file.
It opened in his video player. His eyes stayed as thin as slits as it buffered, but they soon widened. The second it played, the blood rushed through his body, hardening his cock within seconds.
On the screen, someone, clearly Darcy although her face was hidden, was fucking herself with a vibrator. It was only ten seconds long—but ten seconds was all it needed. Three deep thrusts, her finger circling her clit, and two long, drawn-out moans he knew belonged to her.
He shut the player down pronto and returned to his e-mail.
From:
[email protected]
To:
[email protected]
Subject: (empty)
Turn that fucking camera around now.#p#分页标题#e#
When no response came, he adjusted his pants over his erection and started another message.
From:
[email protected]
To:
[email protected]
Subject: You’re playing with fire.
Darcy,
Don’t think I’ll forget this.
And thank you for that little gem. I’ll keep it safe.
Try not to moan too loud for the rest of your orgasm. You’ll need your voice to scream when I finally fuck you.
J
Dear Professor, hee. Hee. Hee. Xoxo, Darcy
I liked to think I had the upper hand. Even if it was only for a few seconds. My little trick was risky—I knew that. I’d essentially given him something else to hold against me, and it wasn’t something I’d sent without making a big decision.
I’d reassured myself that, by not including my face and having nothing to connect me to the girl in the video, I could just as easily have downloaded a clip off a porn website and sent it to him.
On second thought, I probably should have done that, but I knew he’d probably know that it wasn’t me. I’d have to try it someday…
Anyway. What was done was done, and I’d taken the first steps toward my new plan.
Determine his exact marital status and get him to fuck me.
I needed him to. Not because I was getting more and more curious about exactly what he could do to me, but because I needed that leverage. I needed to have something truly physical I could hold over his head the way he was holding my letter over mine.
I recognized this for what it was. It was a game. Pure and simple. The second I’d signed that agreement, I’d become little more than a puppet, and he was in control of every single string. I wouldn’t for a second believe otherwise. I couldn’t. It’d all be over the moment I did that.
But that didn’t mean I couldn’t believe I didn’t have a little tugging power on one string.
The second I’d discovered he was married, I could do that. I’d regained the ability to yank them my way, because whether he knew it or not, I had something on him. As long as they were still together, of course.
The thought had made me pause way too many times since I’d discovered it yesterday morning. What if I was technically “the other woman”? Was I okay with that? No, I wasn’t, but I was running out of options.
It also stood to reason that, if he were in a steady marriage, I wasn’t the first.
Not that it was at all comforting, but it pulled back to my original plan. Make him fuck me. Hold infidelity over his head. Mutually agree to another contract that would let us both walk out unscathed—me with my letter and him without losing fifty percent or more of his belongings.
Yep. It was just that simple.
Now, I just had to execute this plan. There were still several weeks left until the end of the semester, and that was enough to get it done. It had to be. Hell, it had to be enough before the end of the semester. I was steadfast in my resolution that I would not belong to that man a minute longer than necessary.
I heaved my bag onto my shoulder and swiped a sip of Jenna’s coffee off the kitchen table while her back was turned. I gagged almost instantly. I’d never be a fan of that damn vanilla shit she insisted on buying, and that was why. Twelve girls in the house full time, and she was the only one who drank it.
Maybe she was smarter than I had her pegged for.
I slid out of the house right as Cassie, another cam girl, slipped in. She gave me a dazzling smile, but that was it. She was the quietest of us all, and although she was a senior, our classes didn’t overlap.#p#分页标题#e#