The leather cracks in my iron fist. I let it cut into my palm, happily absorbing the pain, so I don’t inflict any more on Scarlett than necessary.
The next five lashes follow in succession. Only when I feel tears sliding under my palm do I drop the belt and fall to my knees.
Taking hold of her hips, I kiss every single raised stripe before burying my face between her thighs and devouring her dripping pussy.
The cries that rip from her throat aren’t ones of pain but unbearable pleasure. She was already on the edge of an orgasm, moaning and writhing uncontrollably as I thrashed her ass raw, but now with my tongue spearing her insides, kneading her swollen, tender flesh, she’s coming apart at the seams, whisper-screaming my name while I drink every drop of her.
She’s right there, ready to combust as the walls of her pussy contract and hold a vise-like grip on my tongue.
The mumblings of muted conversation take my throat in its unrelenting hold. Hastily, as I listen to the sounds becoming more apparent, I fix Scarlett’s skirt back over her ass and run her around the desk.
I throw her down in the space underneath and drop onto my chair, scooting in as close as possible to hide my bulging erection just as Sarah Carver opens my classroom door.
Behind her is Marie Merdova, my aid, Christian Merdova’s cousin and Scarlett’s friend. I saw them both enter the wrestling match together, and I’ve seen her around campus.
She’s a sweet girl, so I’ve heard, but she doesn’t look so sweet now. Just the opposite; she’s looking at me with a curious sort of chaos, all smiles and mayhem in her stare.
My knee starts to bounce nervously under the desk before I remember Scarlett’s trapped under there. I force my legs to remain calm, giving Marie a polite but tight smile. She walks away, returning my gesture, but not before I see her gaze drift to the hidden space Scarlett is tucked away in, and the phone left fallen on the ground.
The door closes softly behind Sarah. I’m praying that the dim lamplight is enough to conceal my flushed skin, but it does nothing to hide the scent of Scarlett’s juices in my scruff.
“I caught her looking around the halls for her friend. But then I saw the lamp, and I figured I’d find you in here,” Sarah explains, ambling to where seconds ago, Scarlett was bent over. “Always working, aren’t you?”
“Yeah… I forgot to email myself some things, so I figured why not now.” I laugh. It comes out nervous and shaky, but Sarah is too caught up in the whiteboard to notice.
“This is pretty,” she compliments in a hushed tone, staring at the remains of Scarlett’s drawing I’ve preserved on the board.
“Yeah. It is,” I agree, powerless to suppress the love oozing out of my voice. It’s an emotion I won't express out loud, not yet.
“Everything alright, Sarah? Or…” I drift off, unsure of where to go with my sentence. From the looks on her face, I can see there’s something she needs to get off her chest, but I couldn't care less with Scarlett’s nails raking down my thighs. I just want Sarah to get the hell out so I can finish taking care of my girl.
Clearing her throat, Sarah pins a hesitant stare on me. “There actually was something I wanted to talk to you about… to tell you.”
“What is it?”
Her hesitation has me stiffening in my seat. Scarlett must sense my sudden alertness because her fingers pause on my still rigid shaft.
Coughing out the knot in her throat, she says, “I ran into Beth the other day. Well, more like crashed into her.”
Confused, I drawl, “Okay.”
“She was running into the Madisson Hotel… with a man, and they looked pretty… intimate.”
For an average person, delivering that kind of news would be painful. And for the most part, Sarah does a good job at pretending, but she’s been subtly trying to squeeze her way in between Beth and me for years. With Beth’s infidelity, Sarah’s found her opening, and she can’t hide that happiness in her eyes.
Unfortunately for her, that hole she’s trying to fill is overflowing with my beautiful little Scarlett.
I have to act the part of the grief-stricken husband, though, for appearances and whatnot. It won’t be hard. I’ve played this role before.
Sighing, I run my fingers through my hair, disheveling my appearance while gazing down at the space between my abdomen and desk. Scarlett peers up at me from the darkness, her green eyes twinkling with mischief.
I give her a warning glare before glancing upwards toward Sarah. “I don’t know what to say, Sarah… I’m-I’m.”
“No! No! You don’t have to say anything, Theodore. Nothing! What Elizabeth is doing is fucking ridiculous… She should be ashamed of herself, hurting a man like you,” she proclaims, placing her soft hand on top of mine. As her thumb brushes against my skin, the nails once again dig into my legs. I don’t know how Scarlett sees it, but she does, and it pisses her off.
I bite my tongue when I feel the buttons on my pants pop open, but when Scarlett springs my cock free, I’m forced to mask my moans as the beginnings of sobs.
“Theodore,” Sarah breathes, taking a step to the side. I stop her abruptly, harshly, choking on my groans as Scarlett begins to swirl her skilled tongue in the slit on my head.
