“I own you now, and that means I own your body too, and I bet you can guess what that means?” I give her a moment to answer, and when she doesn’t, I chuckle, blowing hot breath against her skin. “Since you don’t want to answer, I’ll be nice and tell you. It means I’m going to do with you whatever I want, whenever I want, do you understand?” My words seem to only arouse her more because as soon as they pass my lips, I feel a gush of moisture against my fingers. She’s like a waterfall, gushing with arousal, and I’m a man who hasn’t had a drink of water in years.
“You can’t do this,” her lips tremble, and while it sounds like she’s afraid, she’s not telling me to stop, and that’s good enough for me. I want this, need this. I’ve waited three long days to feel her beneath me. It’s time to watch the fragile beauty fall apart at my touch. If she remembers anything, it’ll be how she wanted this as badly as I did.
“I can, and I’m going to.” Confidence oozes from every pore in my body as I move my fingers lower, till I’m grazing her entrance.
“Would you fuck her already, we don’t have all day,” Nate calls from the door and like a dog with a bone, I turn and pierce him with a look that would normally be reserved for my enemies. Something he’s going to find himself if he doesn’t knock it the fuck off.
Unphased by the look, the asshole rolls his eyes at me, and I make a mental note to slug him in the face later. Directing my attention back to Willow, I grip her by the chin with my other hand, my hardened touch causing her big green eyes to flutter open.
Using my middle finger, I press it against her drenched cunt, exhaling as it slips inside her with ease. Her lips part, a soft sigh exhaling from them. She closes her eyes again, but I like seeing her. In her eyes, I can see how vulnerable she is, how much she wants this, and I need that. I need to be able to see that this is a punishment and nothing more.
“Open your eyes,” I command. “I want you to look at me while you come all over my finger.” I half expect her to close her eyes out of spite, just because she wants to defy me wherever she can. Instead, she surprises me by keeping them open, staring up at me without even blinking it seems. All her fight and defiance are diminishing by the second, leaving a good amount of lust behind.
Breathing heavily now, her perfectly straight white teeth sink into her pouty bottom lip, probably in an attempt to keep herself from moaning. I slide my finger in as deep as I can, all while keeping the rough pad of my thumb on her clit, drawing small circles against it.
Cum beads the tip of my cock, and like a teenage boy, I wonder if Willow has the power to make me come in my jeans. Of course, she does, she’s the one temptation I can’t give in to, the one thing my body craves.
Each second that passes makes her breathing grow rougher, her head twists from side to side as she fights against my touch, against each thrust of my finger into her tight little hole.
“Fall apart for me. I want to feel you gush all over my hand. I want to see what your face looks like when you realize what I can do to you… that I do own you.”
She shakes her head furiously, a silky strand of her black hair flies into her face blocking half of it from view, but I don’t have to see her eyes to know what she’s feeling. Moving my finger faster, I put more pressure against her clit. I can see she is close, feel it, smell it even, her arousal cloaks the air making it hard for me to breathe.
Releasing her chin, I move my hand back to her perky breast, finding her nipple, I squeeze it through her sweater and bra. At the onslaught of sensations her head falls back against Warren’s chest, I’d almost forgot he was here at all. The muscles in my arm strain, my entire body begging for me to just strip her bare and fuck her out of my mind.
Her green eyes glaze over, and that pretty fucking mouth forms a perfect O moments before she shatters, coming apart right down the middle. Her pussy clenches around my finger, so tight and warm, I almost come in my pants, thinking about how my cock would feel inside of her right now.
“Fuck…. So tight and warm.” I grit out, continuing to rub her swollen nub until it stops pulsing, and I know her orgasm has rippled through her completely. Regretfully, I pull my hand out of her pants. Even if I want to spend all day there, I can’t. I can’t let her know how weak I am for her; how much I crave her. She’s like a drug, addicting, pulse-pounding.
Like an addict seeking out his next fix, I bring my finger to my mouth, the same one that was just inside her. Sucking the digit into my mouth, I let her tangy juices explode against my tongue. She watches me through hooded eyes, her breathing still uneven but not as erratic as it was a few minutes ago. Her cheeks are a bright red now, her entire body still trembling. She leans back against Warren, and I bet if it weren’t for him holding her, she’d be on the ground.
“Next time, it will be your turn,” I tell her before taking a step back. I want to take her into my arms, take her with me back to my house, but I can’t. Won’t. She’s nothing but trouble, nothing but a fucking liar, and I can’t forget that, no matter how tempting she is, no matter how sexy she looks when she falls apart.
“Let’s go, Warren.”
With her pants still undone, Warren releases her with a shove toward the table. Her hands fly out, and she grabs onto the edge to steady herself. I curl my hands into fists to stop myself from reaching out to her, and instead, take another step back. My chest heaves, and it feels like I can’t breathe. I may not have come, but it still feels like she took a piece of me with her when she fell off that ledge.
Forcing my hands to uncurl, I adjust my jeans against my strained cock and walk away without looking back. Warren is by my side when I reach the door. Brushing by Nate, I ram my shoulder into his. He doesn’t say anything thankfully and simply shakes his head, falling into step as I walk out and into the hallway.
With every step I take, I try my best to get the image of her face as she came out of my brain, but I don’t know why I try. I already know it’ll forever be branded in my mind.
7
Willow
I can’t believe what just happened. I’m in the science lab on my own now. My pants are still undone, my panties are soaked, and my pussy is throbbing from the intense release I just experienced. As I’m coming down from the endorphin rush, dread starts to set in my bones.
Parker just made me come…but that’s not the worst part. He did it in front of his friends. He did it to prove a point, that he owns this place, that he owns me, my body, my feelings they’re all his. I feel humiliated, dirty, and used.
When my breathing has evened out, and my heartbeat has returned to a somewhat normal rhythm, I stand up a little straighter. My knees are still shaking, and my stance is unsure as I button and zip up my pants.
Part of me wants to remain in this classroom, hiding from the world, while the other wants to run out, to run away and never come back here. What the hell am I going to do? What the hell was I thinking provoking him like that? My hands tremble as I stare at them.
“Next time it will be your turn...” his words run on a loop through my head. What did he mean? That I’ll jerk him off? Jesus, what is wrong with him, but more importantly, what’s wrong with me? How could I have been so aroused by this? Why was I so wet? Why am I still thinking about what happened? And if it’s going to happen again. No, no… this is all wrong.