All of his lust is gone.
My vision clears.
He was going to make me find my clothes on the floor. I jump off of the table and discover my polo under the table. I pull it over my head to tuck it back into my skirt.
Where are my fucking panties?
Oh shit, they have ripped apart and on the table behind us. I snatch them up and shove them into my backpack.
Lowell begins to laugh uncontrollably.
The demon that he is, suggests that I try not to let my pussy juice slide down my legs when we walk out of here.
I should have known he would not care about tearing up my clothes. He has no sense of honor and would be a beast with my panties. I picked up my backpack and began walking away to the door with him still laughing behind me on the way out.
I knew right there at that moment that I hated him even more.
I ran to catch up with me.
“Allow me to open the door for you, Goddess Who Wears No Underwear,” he snickered.
I give him a tight smile and walk out of the door.
“You are awful,” I say looking around hoping nobody is still on campus to possibly see my bare ass in case this idiot tries to flip my skirt up.
I try to change the subject, hoping to take his mind off any ideas like that.
“How am I supposed to get home now? I’m sure Katelyn has already left.”
“I’ll get you home safely in my Ferrari, Goddess,” he says as he lifts my skirt to slap my bare ass hard.
“Dammit, stop it, I’m not your slave, motherfucker,” I scream rubbing my butt cheeks.
“I know, you’re my Goddess and I’m your God,” he states. “Just make sure you don’t get none of your pussy juice on my leather seats.”
I curl my lips up in disgust.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Lowell and his stupid friends know about my hiding place.
It is the girl’s bathroom on the third floor in the science and technology building. It’s mostly empty during lunchtime.
He pushes open the door of the bathroom stall. He holds it open with his hand and walks in.
He stares down at me sitting on a closed toilet.
“Look at the Goddess sitting on her throne.”
“Get out of here, Lowell. You shouldn’t be in the girl’s bathroom.”
“You shouldn’t be in here either. You’re supposed to be in the café eating lunch with us, remember?”
“I don’t want to eat with you and your hooligans.”
“Wrong answer, you don’t want to eat. That’s what Katelyn is saying.”
“She talks too much,” I say rolling my eyes.
“Maybe, she cares too much.”
“I guess you do too. Why are you looking for me?”
“Aww, you never had anyone look for you. You’re used to people leaving you.”
“You know what, you’re right. So, why don’t you just leave right now?”
“Nope, Goddess. I can’t do that,” he says taking another step inside of the stall.
I know Lowell is capable of doing something bad to me in this stall.
My head begins to spin as I feel his strong presence in this tiny space.
This is my space.
My peace of freedom to be alone.
He is taking that from me.
He is a thief and I hate him.
I squeeze my legs together pulling my skirt down closer to my knees. I slide myself further back on the toilet seat with my feet back as far as they will go. Another step and he will stomp on my Mary Janes shoes. I could do damage to his groin if I wanted to with these platforms, but he is blocking my movement by standing over me. The smell of his masculine body wash invades the stall and confuses my senses.
I refuse to let him touch my body again, but he is standing right in front of me with his groin just inches away from my head. I will not look up, just keep looking at the floor.
He takes both of his hands and slides his fingers down through my auburn hair on both sides of my head.
The spinning in my head begins to subside. Damn, why does his touch make me feel better?
I don’t want this demon to soothe me.
I want him to get out of my life.
He begins to massage my temples. It’s as if he knows what I need.
Damn, Lowell.
“I’m not leaving you alone, Goddess. Ever since I touched your fat pussy and tasted your sweet cream, I could not wait to rub your clit again.”
I close my eyes.
“I dream about watching you orgasm over and over again with my hand,” he says now moving a finger to caress my ear. “I want to flick my tongue against your click to eat your sweet cream.”
“I want it,” I whisper more to myself than to him.
“I didn’t hear you, Goddess,” he says bringing my head closer to his groin.
My neck strains to get my face into the front of his slacks. I want his dick in my mouth.
Lowell strokes both of my ears. “You want to suck my dick, Goddess?”
He has me where he wants me, right in front of it. He knows how to get what he wants, even from an enemy.
I can’t go through being humiliated by him again. I muster up the courage to answer him.
“I don’t think it’s big enough for me. I’ll pass.”
He laughs softly. “Oh, I never heard that before. If I whip it out, you don’t think you can handle it?”
I feel my mouth watering at the thought of seeing his hard dick. Nope, I hope it is as ugly as his personality.
“We can test it out, and see what you think.”
I ease my head back away from his crotch and grasp both of his hands on both sides of my face.
“Leave…,” I try to get the words out to make him get out of here.
“That’s
