“That one’s for slapping me.”
The second strike didn’t elicit much more of a reaction. Apparently she had a higher pain tolerance than I thought. But I wasn’t done yet.
“And this one,” throwing my arm back, I cracked my palm down on her ass. “Is for lying to me.”
This time Harper shrieked and threw her leg back, kicking her heel into my shin. A sharp stab traveled up my calf, pulling a deep groan from my chest.
Fuck yeah. That’s what I’m talking about.
The way her face paled when I stepped in and pressed my cock up against her ass, now that really got me going. I tightened my fingers around the back of her neck, reveling in the way her pulse fluttered while I took my time to admire her folded-over form.
She had zero chance in this situation. Her feet weren’t touching the floor, so she couldn’t use that for leverage. My little toy was one hundred percent vulnerable. I could do whatever I wanted, and there was fuck all she could do to stop me.
It was so tempting to take her right then and there, and fuck me, I wanted to. But I couldn’t. Not yet, and not in Ashworth’s bathroom. There were too many nosey bitches around that would come to her rescue. When I did finally fuck Harper, it would be somewhere where she had no allies. So I could feed off her terror and tears.
That didn’t mean I couldn’t have some fun.
“I’m curious,” I reached down to glide my hand up her thigh, “what panties are you wearing today?”
“Stop it.” Harper jarred her hips, trying to wriggle away. A pathetic attempt if you asked me, but I did like the way her ass ground against me.
“Keep telling me to stop, Freckles,” I leaned over to growl in her ear. “Find out what happens.”
Standing back up, I glanced down to where we were pressed together. Her plaid skirt was annoying me. There was too much fabric between us. I wanted to feel her warmth and soak up the shivers trembling her body. That was easily remedied. One flick of my wrist and I had her skirt flipped over her back.
“Fuck me,” I groaned.
White cotton panties. Couldn’t get much more virginal than that. Then again, it could be another lie. As Silas pointed out, if someone was going to beat on her, what was stopping them from doing something else.
No time like the present to find out.
When I moved to tug on the waistband of her panties, Harper lurched forward.
“W-what are you doing?”
God, I loved the way she stuttered, all nervous and shit.
“What do you think I’m doing?”
“B-but you hate me,” she argued.
“And?” Was she under some naive misguided delusion that I liked every chick I fucked?
“We’re in the girls bathroom.” Harper attempted to struggle against my hold by twisting her neck and throwing her arm back.
I glanced down at the fingertips feebly clawing at my chest. “Keep it up and you’ll find yourself good and fucked in the girl’s bathroom.”
Harper stilled then. Went completely quiet, like a mouse playing dead for a cat.
“Aw, what’s wrong, Freckles?” I purred, while dragging my finger down her spine. “You scared?”
She whined and buried her face in the counter. “Please leave me alone.”
My gaze rolled over her shivering form, soaking up the way her chest shuddered with each breath. Digging my fingers into her neck, I slid my hand around the curve of her hip.
“Let’s get one thing straight. This is my body. No one is allowed to touch it or mark it up. Including you.” I folded back over her, pressing my weight down. “Try that shit again, and you’ll really be sorry. Got it?”
She whimpered and nodded.
