“No,” she says, her voice small as she pushes upright, her legs trembling a little. Her gaze drops to the floor and she scans it, searching for something. “Do you see my panties?”
“They’re in my pocket,” I say, smirking.
Spinning around she holds her hand out expectantly. “Can I have them?”
“No.”
“What? Give me my panties.”
“No,” I say, my smile wide now.
“Carson, give them to me.”
“No, I’m keeping them,” I tell her, pulling them from my pocket and lifting them to my nose, inhaling deeply. “I can smell you on them, fucking delicious,” I say, taunting her.
“I can’t spend the rest of the day with no panties on, I’m wearing a skirt,” she cries, a hint of bitchiness in her voice.
Closing the distance between us again I snap my hand out and catch her chin between my fingers tightly. “Call it punishment for ignoring me and being a bitch to your sister.”
“So us having sex was you punishing me?” she asks incredulously.
“Did it feel like I was punishing you?” I drawl, stroking my thumb over her skin.
“N- no,” she stutters.
“You letting me take you again, was you apologizing for leaving the way you did and being a bitch. Your punishment is spending the rest of the day bare, with my cum drying on your cunt, smelling like sex, and remembering that I bent you over and fucked you while you played with yourself.
Her gasp is the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard and I wait for her to say something, but her eyes stay wide, her lips barely parted with no words breaking free.
“Then when you get back to your hotel later, you can either make a video of you playing with yourself, and send it to me, or you can send me your room number and the address of the hotel you’re staying at and I’ll come over and finger fuck you till you scream out my name,” I whisper, lifting her chin a little, my thumb pulling her bottom lip gently until she parts her lips further, complying with even my unspoken commands, as I push my thumb into her mouth and she sucks.
Her lips pop when I pull my thumb free and release my hold on her. Turning away, I unlock the door and pull the key free, checking the corridor is empty, I push the door open and gesture for her to go through, then I close and lock the door behind us, sliding the key back into my pocket.
Her back is to me and she’s cautiously walking away when I call out. “Stop.”
Pausing she doesn’t turn and I can’t help but smile. She might be compliant but she’s not meek or weak. When she allows me to be in charge of her and her body, she’s giving me that privilege, not just letting me take it.
Moving behind her I press my body into hers, not wrapping my arm around her waist even though I want to. “Talk to you later Priss,” I say, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss against the nape of her neck.
14
Carrigan
My feet are moving, but I’m not sure that I’m the reason they’re doing it. The last fifteen minutes definitely happened, I can feel it in the shaking of my legs and the warmth that’s still flowing through me after the two orgasms he gave me.
I just had sex with Carson Windsor, again, in a room at our school, over the arm of an old couch. I let him touch me, take me, talk dirty to me, and it was unbelievable. As sense starts to come back to me, I realize that what just happened was so stupid. I need to distance myself from Carson, my sister, and their friends, so why do I seem unable to ignore him?
Everything about him is becoming a compulsion, and even though I know he’s bad for me, I can’t tell him no. Right now, his cold but exciting commands are the only kind of connection I feel capable of. My sister is there offering me a relationship, but I don’t want it, I don’t deserve it, but I can’t seem to walk away from him as easily as I can her.
Darting into the closest bathroom, I lock myself in a cubicle and clean up as best as I can without a shower. A part of me feels used, but the rest of me feels like I’m using him just as much and I’m not sure if that makes me pathetic, or a worse person than I thought I was.
After flushing the toilet, I wash my hands then leave the bathroom, stepping into the empty corridor. I used to love coming to St Augustus, this school was my platform, a place where I was adored, even if it was only because they wanted to use me. Now I’m a pariah, the formerly almost super rich, it’s not exactly the most impressive title.
As I walk down the corridor, no one looks at me, I don’t get more than a cursory wink from a guy who I wouldn’t have even glanced at a week ago. I’m not important or interesting anymore, no one envies me, no one wants me, or wants to use me, they just don’t care, and as the realization dawns on me, tears fill my eyes.
I want my mom, only she doesn’t care now either, because I ruined all of our lives and I have no one else to blame but me. I walk faster, then I’m running down the hallway, through the school and out the front door. I can’t be here, I can’t be this nobody, I just can’t.
Rushing across the lawns I dart for the road, pulling up the Uber app on my cell and almost collapsing with relief when there’s a driver only four minutes away from me. My bag is still in my locker, all I
