Mala’s lips are moving soundlessly against my mouth and I realize she’s saying my name like a prayer, over and over and I grind my cock in harder, rougher and uncontrolled. I’ve always been careful with my girl, but my greedier, untamed side is ruling me now.
Leaning down, I suck on her nipple hard and her thighs lock tighter against my hips, her heels digging into my ass. This isn’t how I should take her, in a damp tunnel with the smell of moss in the pitch black. But the dark makes animals of us both, beasts with nothing else but the need to come.
“Be ready, little fox. You’re coming with me now or not at all,” I hiss in her ear. I give one more vicious thrust, pinching her nipple at the same time and she screams silently into the darkness, clamping down on my cock at the precise moment it swells, bathing her pussy in cum.
The harsh release of breath is the only sound she makes, my bad girl, my little fox.
Disentangling with her as gently as I can, I pull up her jeans and fasten them. “You don’t wash tonight, do you hear me?” I whisper, cupping her pussy. “You don’t wipe my cum out. I want you to lie in your bed tonight, wet and sticky, thinking about me.”
“That’s- you are so filthy,” she’s blushing, eyes huge.
“Yes,” I agree.
Taking her back to the Library entrance, we both squint as the motion sensors turn the tunnel lights back on.
“Wait,” she says quietly, “what about the person I saw coming down here? We need to see if they’re still here somewhere.”
“Lass, they’re long gone. But I’ll go through the tunnel again, both directions. Tomorrow I’m putting up surveillance cameras in all the tunnels that aren’t set up yet. If I’m careful enough on placement, they won’t know.”
“So much for our surreptitious comings and goings,” she tries to smile, but I feel her sadness.
Cradling her head in my hands, I dig my fingers into the fiery silk of her hair.Don’t say it. No false hope. I shouldn’t-
“We’ll find another way,” I whisper. The look of happiness she gives me is worth the guilt.
I’ve just finished going through the tunnel again, looking for any signs of activity when the Dean calls me.
“Helen. Is everything all right?”
“I have someone for you to question,” the Dean says, “We caught them coming out of one of the tunnels.”
“I’ll be right there,” I say, cracking my knuckles. At last, a chance to get my hands dirty.
There’s another tunnel in the winding mazes under the campus that comes out into the basement under the Dean’s building. This one is well-secured and patrolled by the guards Helen trusts. One of them, Ivan, is standing in front of the interrogation room. Not the one furnished with the overhead chains and a drain underneath. This one has a metal chair bolted to the floor and an array of power tools. I suspect Helen keeps them there for the fear factor rather than regular use, but there’s no question that a good power drill with a long bit can be highly motivating.
“I don’t agree with this one,” Ivan says as I get closer.
“What do you mean?” Ivan’s one of the good guys, he’s been far more protective of the students than most of the security force combined.
“She’s a good girl,” he shakes his head. “I don’t see it.”
“Hopefully, you’re right,” I pat his shoulder and open the door.
It’s Mala.
She’s zip-tied to the metal seat, face white, but her jaw is tight and furious.
“Ah, there you are.” Helen rises from a chair by the door. “Let’s get started.”
Chapter Seventeen
In which there are so many revelations.
Mala…
Cormac makes a much better spy than I do. Even with the shock of walking in on me, zip-tied to this interrogation chair, his expression never changes.
The Dean’s been sitting in the corner, watching me, motionless like a bobcat watching a rodent in the underbrush. Not a word. I don’t know if she thought that would make me break, but… she hasn’t dealt with my father.
