I feel the light sting as he drags the blade’s tip over my shirt, swirling its sharp point over my nipple. My black Aerosmith tee and bra do nothing to protect me from the sensations the blade brings. Jolts of something I don’t want to acknowledge stir inside me, starting at the pit of my stomach and climbing its way down to my traitorous pussy.
“Come now, Riah, don’t tell me you don’t like a light bite with your pleasure?” I feel the rumble of his voice on my back. His knife pressing against one peak as he grazes the tip of the finger on his other hand over the other.
I mewl a moan I’m sure can be heard by anyone walking by.
Shit. Am I attracted to this?
He does it again, this time gliding the tip across one nipple and pinching the other. My pussy jumps, clenching in protest, angry at being ignored.
“I know you’d be a good pain slut. You’ll be good for me, won’t you?” He asks, biting hard on my ear. I feel my juices leaking out. The sensations as he touches me all over wreak havoc on my body.
“Please,” I whisper.
He drags the blade down, stopping at the top of my leggings, and I almost cry out. He’s still nipping at my ear and plucking my nipple, but I need more. No longer caring that I’m at school or that we could be caught.
I hear and feel when he closes the switchblade, and then I feel the cold metal against my abdomen.
“I’m going to give you what you need this time, but the next time you ignore Wy or me, there won’t be a mixture of pain and pleasure. Do you understand me?”
I’m so needy. I shake my head without registering what he’s truly saying.
“Yesss,” I groan, but it’s not his finger finally answering my cries. He’s twisting my nipples as he rubs the base of his knife against my clit.
I grind my ass against a very hard and huge dick. My eyes pop open when I feel the entire length of him. I thought guys being that big only happened in porn.
“You feel what you do to me?” he asks. “If we weren’t in this hallway, you’d be on your knees, stuffed full of my cock.”
I gasp, barely catching my breath. He feels so fucking good against my clit as he continues to pinch and tug hard at my nipples.
I angle my face, and his full soft lips connect with mine. Our tongues instantly battle for dominance, our teeth biting each other’s lips.
I’m so distracted I don’t notice until I feel the knife’s sharp tip ever so lightly graze across my greedy clit, and I shatter. My body, shaking, finally finding the release it’s been yearning for.
Releasing my lips, he whispers against my skin.
“Good girl.”
* * *
By the time I make it to class, my clothes are in order, but my lips are swollen, and my face is still flushed, riding the high of orgasm.
Miss Taylor’s icy stare displays her displeasure at my late arrival.
August’s smirk greets me as I take my seat in between him and Liam.
“You look a bit flushed, Love. Are you alright?”
I flip him off. I’m still a bit shocked at my behavior, but I don’t feel an ounce of guilt. For the first time in my life, I was being a teenager.
While frustrated and worried about my mother’s disappearance and the events that have me locked into some marriage contract. I finally am not concerned about social services coming in and separating us, I meet the women coming to help with my siblings this weekend, and I don’t have to worry about taking care of everything.
“You can stuf-“
Miss Taylor’s bark cuts off my reply. “Pop quiz,” she shouts from the front of the room. The groans filling the class do nothing to assuage her ire.
“When I said this class would not be easy, I meant what I said. If you do not think you have what it takes to make it through this class.” She pauses, for unnecessary dramatic effect, and points, “There’s the door.”
“What jumped up her ass and lodged itself there?” someone in the back of the room whispers, but not soft enough.
Miss Taylor’s face goes about four shades of red in the span of five seconds before inhaling. Her fake calm mask back in place.
I’d think something was off with this woman, but word has gotten around that the former Mrs. Douglas is in the midst of a nasty divorce, hence the name change. I’m guessing her mood is directly related to her soon-to-be ex-husband.
The rest of the class moves quickly after the quiz, but I don’t get to talk to Wy or Liam about our upcoming project until the last twenty minutes of class.
“Okay, what are we doing for this group project?” I ask.
“I say we do something about the disenfranchisement of our electoral college system,” August says, shocking the fuck out of me.
“Why do you look so surprised?” he asks, bemused. “Between gerrymandering and the reoccurring history of the popular vote not matching the electoral college, this is a paramount issue facing our country.”
Heat fills my face, embarrassed at the assumptions I’ve made. I apologize, “I guess I never thought it might be an issue you’d be interested in. I’m sorry for passing judgment.”
Seeing an opportunity to get a dig at me and support his friend, Liam adds his two cents, “August may seem like just a jokester, but there’s more than that to him. I figured you, of all people, would refrain from judging someone.”
I loathe this twatwaffle. He and Rowan are in competition for the King Douche title.
Schooling my features, I say, “Well then, Wy, I look forward to seeing what platform you’ll run on one day.” I turn to him and offer a genuine smile.
With our project choice selected and a plan to meet later next week, I pack my stuff just as the bell signals the end of class.
Miss Taylor’s still in a mood, but far less angry than she was when class started. August drops a quick kiss on my cheek before heading down the hall, and I make my way to my locker.
Shay is waiting for me. When I’m close enough that she doesn’t need to shout, she asks, “Are we still on for tonight?”
“Of course! Someone has to see the new digs. Who better than my girl Shay? I need to drop off my apron and uniform at the diner first.” We hip bump each other once I reach her side.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.