Mr. Anonymous

He laid me on the sheets, climbed over me, caged me with his arms. "Last chance to run," he said, voice low. "I need the money," I whispered, feeling so tiny in his arms. "You're soaking," he muttered. "Virgin or not, your p*ssy wants this." I moaned, looking away, couldn't help it. "Eyes on me, sweetheart," he pushed his tip in slowly. "F*ck," he groaned. "So tight." He f*ck*d me like he was claiming something. "Come for me," he whispered in my ears, moving faster. "Damien," I cried out his name as I came. "That's it," he growled. After a long minute he pulled out slowly. "One night," he said again, almost like a reminder. ... Weeks later, I walked through the quiet hall of my school. A massive portrait stared back at me. Damien Blackwood Principal Benefactor and Owner Columbia University. Same man who'd just taken my virginity for money. My stomach dropped. "Oh f*ck... what have I done?"