Campus Belle’s Blackmail Vibrator

My name is Isabella Roland, and I'm just starting my freshman year of college.

With delicate features, long legs, and curves that turned heads, I caused a stir the moment I stepped onto campus. It didn't take long before I was dubbed the new Campus Belle.

Military training was supposed to be about discipline—no makeup, no styling, just raw effort. But even in baggy fatigues, my natural beauty stood out.

The boys in my squad couldn't take their eyes off me. Even the instructors stole glances when they thought no one was looking. The hunger in their stares—that primal, possessive glint—fed my ego like nothing else.

And I loved every second of it.

Back home, my parents kept me sheltered. Sure, I'd always drawn attention, but I'd never really played with it before.

Then there was him—our squad's instructor. Tall, broad-shouldered, with muscles that strained against his uniform. Pure, unapologetic masculinity.

But the best part? Even his camouflage pants couldn't hide everything.

So when he asked for volunteers to demonstrate drills, my hand shot up before I could think. Moments later, I was standing right beside him.

His hands lingered as he adjusted my posture. His gaze dropped—just for a second—but I caught it. The way his lips parted slightly when he looked at my chest.

I arched my back, just a little, giving him a better view.

His eyes darkened. Exactly what I wanted.

I was still imagining what might happen next when I felt it—the heat of his body pressing against me from behind.

His voice was rough, his breath hot against my ear. "Teasing me like this? Don't worry. I'll give you exactly what you're asking for."

My face burned. My heart pounded so hard I swore he could hear it.