I don’t give her any time to recover. Instead, I slide three fingers inside her and pump in and out as my teeth nip her, and she comes again. Her juices run down my fingers, and I pull out, lifting my lips from her clit, and bring my fingers to my mouth and suck.
My hungry blue eyes peer up at her through her spread thighs.
“One and two, Sir,” she sighs, almost drunk off finally being able to come, and I want so badly to bury my dick so deep in her that I can’t ever leave.
I shake my head at those thoughts.
Never again.
The moment my mouth returns to her pussy, her back bows, and her hands fist at my scalp, pushing and pulling- unsure if she wants me to stop or continue.
“Please, please. No more,” she begs, and I attempt to pull away, but she pushes my face back into her soaking wet pussy. “Don’t fucking stop,” she snaps, and I add a number for the next time we play.
She’ll learn quickly. The count never stops.
I eat her until she’s rolling into orgasm five before I pull out the vibrator. Her eyes widen. “On your knees” is my only command, and she obediently flips over on the table. I make a mental note as I bring the vibrator to her clit, and Emma’s juices drip down on the wood varnish to ensure this table gets placed in my room. No one eats off this but me.
“Holy fuck,” she shouts, her knees nearly buckling as I increase the suction, and I press her back, pushing her stomach down to the table, exposing her entrance enough for me to slide my three fingers in.
“That’s it, beautiful. Sing for me,” I coax. The sound of her orgasm makes my dick fight for freedom from my pants, but there will be no release for me tonight. As much as this is a lesson for her, this is also one for me. I’m teaching myself the cost of losing control because as much as I wanted her- her goading should never have made me give in.
“Six, Sir,” she shouts, and I groan, knowing I might just nut in my pants before this night is over.
I start to thrust my fingers again.
“Ahhh. I can’t…not anymore…please, Sebastian.”
I pull my fingers from inside her and bring my palm down on her ass, then drive them back inside, pumping in and out as I increase the toy’s suction on her clit.
“Fuck! Ohhh fuck,” she moans.
“What was that?” I bark
“I can’t come anymore, Sir.”
Yanking my fingers out of her, I pull the toy away, flip Emma to her back, and then stand between her legs.
“Count,” is my only instruction before my fingers slide inside, pumping in and out, each thrust causing her to clench. I watch her eyes roll up in her head, and her mouth opens, but nothing comes out as I increase my pace. My free hand grabs the vibrator, pressing it to its highest speed, then places it right on her clit. She yelps right before her body begins to shake. She snaps up before falling back down. Her fingers search for something to grasp, but she’s greeted with nothing but smooth cherry oak as a scream rips from her body, and her walls convulse around my fingers like they’d lock me inside forever.
I close my eyes and groan at the thought of the feel of her grip around my dick. “Jesus,” I grunt, pulling the toy away and pulling my fingers out, replacing them with my tongue as I try to drink as much of her as possible- not letting a drop go to waste.
“Seven,” she gasps, shutting her eyes in blissful surrender, and I smile.
“That’s my good girl,” I croon, bending to press a kiss to each closed eyelid before exiting to grab a warm cloth.
By the time I return, she’s lightly snoring. I wipe her down, then carry her to my room to rest. Once I’ve placed her under my covers, I watch the rise and fall of her chest, wishing I wasn’t so bitter and could give her more.
EMMA
Civics is boring today. Miss Taylor is yammering on. The guys aren’t at school. They haven’t been in days. They’re all running around with things from the Fraternitas. At least I’ve gotten to see them after school. Well, most of them. Rowan has been texting me daily since I caved and gave him my number. The amount of Taylor Swift songs he quotes are hilarious and cute. He knows all isn’t forgiven, but getting to know him has softened me some. Sebastian, on the other hand…
Sighing, I remember how he cared for me after making me a gushing mess, only to find his mask firmly back in place and him growing so distant days later. I haven’t spoken more than a few words to him. All of them were him saying this is for the best in the last two weeks. I went from concerned to indifferent after the first week.
“Miss Bishop, can you answer my question, or are you too good for that now?”
My head snaps in the direction of the woman that, with each passing day, I’m tempted to punch. Masking my ire, I plaster a smile on my face. “I’m sorry. What was your question, Miss Taylor?”
Her lips curl before she restates her question. “I asked if you could tell me the importance of the Voting Rights Act.
I ramble off the answer, and she moves on to the next question, rapid firing around the room. She continues for at least fifteen more minutes before my mind wanders again.
Pulling out my phone, I scroll to check social media. It’s nearly mid-February, and Summer is still posting pictures of herself from around the world. Her latest photo is of her standing in a coral pink thong bikini on the white sands of Matira Beach in Bora Bora. Her caption makes me snort, ‘Sun’s out, buns out.’
“Emma,” Miss Taylor shouts, and I realize I’ve completely zoned out again.
I murmur an apology, but that’s not good enough for Vivian Taylor.
“Honestly, Miss Bishop, if you can’t pay attention in my class, you can get out,” she snaps, causing the room to break out in snickers.
“What’s your problem? I apologized. Move on already,” I shoot back, totally over her snide comments and off-the-cuff petty remarks.
Her lips thin as she works the muscles in her jaw. “My problem,
Emma, is you and every other entitled bitch in this town,” she sneers, and I laugh, causing her fists to clench at her side.
Um, pot, meet kettle.
“I guess you’re a spoiled bitch since you were born and raised in this town, and I only just arrived,” I taunt.
“Holy shit, she’s got you there, Taylor,” someone teases. I don’t recognize who it is and won’t look to see either. Instead, my focus is trained on the bitch who’s about to learn today.
The bell rings, but no one moves.
“Everyone out,” Miss Taylor barks, but no one moves.
“Yeah right,” a high-pitched voice says. This time it sounds like it was a girl, but again I can’t be sure.
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