He doesn’t.
“You said what you wanted to say,” I add, hoping it’s enough.
He shakes his head. “No, Eve. I did what I wanted to do, but it’s not enough. I want your pussy clenching around my cock. Is that clear enough for you? I want to destroy you so that the only thing you get anxious about is how empty you feel when I’m not inside you.”
He grabs my arm, pulls me into the equipment closet off the main floor. It’s pitch dark, smells of old sweat and bleach. He pushes me against the wall, mouth hot at my neck.
“Stop,” I say, but it’s a whisper.
He licks the bite mark, sucks it until I cry out.
“You don’t want me to stop,” he says, voice ragged.
He’s right. He’s so right it makes me sick.
He hikes up my shirt, pushes my leggings down to my knees. The cold hits first, then his hand, warm and insistent.
“You’re soaked again,” he says, almost tender. “You’re ready for me. Did being here bring back the memory of you coming all over that bench that Prof White is now using? Does that turn you on?”
He turns me around, presses me against the wall, palms flat above my head before his free hand works at his pants, pulling them down just enough to free his cock.
“You’re gunna be a good fucking girl, just like the other day, only this time, you’re going to cum on my cock.”
I wiggle until I break free. I want to see him, look into his eyes as he fucks me. Turning I smirk as his pupils dilate. Pulling me up, my legs automatically go around him. Like I was made for this. Made for him. He shoves inside me, bare, no pretense or warning. The shock of it is so sharp I yelp. He pounds into me, hard and fast, grunting in my ear.
He grabs my hips, holds me still, fucking me so rough the wall rattles. I want to scream, but I bite down on my arm instead. My orgasm builds and crashes over me the minute his lips seal around my nipple, flicking it with his tongue. My body constricts, my legs shake and I’m gushing. The moan that escapes me is so feral I don’t even recognize it’s my voice until he whispers: “That’s it, baby girl, that’s such a good girl.”
He comes with a shout, deep and wild, holding me tight enough to bruise. When he pulls out, I feel the wet trickle down my thigh.
He doesn’t let go. He kisses my mouth, his teeth at my lip again. “Don’t forget, Eve… you can’t touch yourself unless I say so, and I say you can’t unless I’m here. Don’t think for one second I’m not watching you.”
Pulling me off him, he sets me on my feet, making sure I can stand. He tucks himself in, steps back, and leaves me standing there, half naked and shaking.
It takes me a full minute to pull up my clothes, to remember how to breathe.
When I open the door, he’s gone. The gym is empty, the only proof of what happened is the way my faces flushes, and the warmth between my legs. The bathroom feels like forever as I head there and take inventory of how freshly fucked I look.
I clean up as best I can. I splash cold water on my face, tuck my hair behind my ears. I stare in the mirror.
I look like I’ve been ruined.
But my eyes are alive. Brighter than before. Like something in me woke up, and it’s never going back to sleep.
The rest of the day is a blur. I go to class, take notes, answer questions. But every time I close my eyes, I see his face. Every time I shift in my seat, I feel him inside me.
At lunch, I sit alone, the way I always do. A few girls whisper, but I ignore them. Vivienne walks past, sneers and tips an imaginary glass at me.
I’m not bothered. She may be pretty and rich, but she would crumble in the face of true adversity.
But at least now I understand the game better.
I eat slow, savoring the way my body aches. I finish every bite, then rise and walk out, head high.
When I get to my room, I strip naked and lie on the bed, hands on my stomach.
I press the bruise on my thigh, and shudder.
I want him to do it again.
