Without hesitation the bodies in the room exit, Corden being the last through the door, but not before winking at me.
“Pants off,” Asher orders as I raise a brow at him.
“Either you do it, or I do. I don’t want to hurt your side, but I will if you make me,” He grins showing teeth. “I know you like a bite of pain with your pleasure,”
I almost make a move to run away from him and shout ‘catch me if you can’ but my side really does hurt like a bitch. I roll my eyes and drop my pants along with my thong and watch Asher’s pupil’s blow. Then he falls to his knees before me and lifts one leg over his shoulder.
“Such a perfect pussy,” He places a kiss to the inside of my thigh, close enough to my centre to send a flood but not enough to release the growing pressure. “I want you to come in my mouth while I finger fuck you,” I moan as he glances up at me. “Then I am going to slip inside of you slowly, nothing rushed, fast or hard. I am going to take my time until you are a writhing dripping mess, and then you are going to cream all over my cock,”
“Shit, Asher,” My core clenches but there is nothing to grab around, and I whimper. He hovers his mouth over me and runs his fingers up through my folds circling my clit. My hips rock as I chase whatever is building, but it isn’t enough.
“Please,” I whimper.
He removes his fingers and I almost scream. “The next time something happens, like the notes under your door. You tell me. Got it,”
I nod quickly.
“We made a deal remember. We tell each other everything that happens moving forward,”
“I promise,” I grab his head and pull it closer to my core. “Now use that delightful mouth on me until I scream your name,”
Asher’s grip on my hip turns punishing. “As you wish little vixen." Then he devours me until I am a writhing mess as he planned, all while I pray for this to neverend.
THIRTY ONE
RUELLA
Iknow. I am a terrible person who lies left, right and centre, But I can’t help it. I want to stop sneaking around behind Asher’s back, come out and ask him about Marlowe, but every time I go to do it, something stops me. A gut feeling like I don’t want to hear his thoughts on her.
It has been a week since my father beat the ever-loving crap out of me and I stuck to my word. I handed him the files he asked for but left out Piper’s. I convinced Corden into sneaking down with me to the records room again, this time without Deena, and I took each file that was in that drawer. I left decoys with names of the girls on them just in case someone was to look, but in the inside of the document holders I left a bunch of blank paper. When we went back to our separate rooms, I took copies of every file and sent them through to Silas to keep my father sweet for another couple of weeks. I hope.
When I handed the pile of folders to Asher yesterday, he lost his shit at me again. He was already in a foul mood from his not so productive interrogation of Mr. Carmichael. The headteacher didn’t crack under pressure and there is only so much Asher can apply without it becoming a crime. It’s safe to say he wasn’t having a good day before I added to the stress. He was going to punish Corden for allowing me to be so reckless,so I pushed him into punish me instead, he called me a brat and then attempted to teach me a lesson by withholding my orgasm from me. I say everyone got what they wanted in the end, so all’s well that ends well.
In the time outside of my lectures Piper has been keeping me occupied. Not that I am complaining, the girl is like a ray of sunshine even with her tragic past. She keeps quiet around others and still holds herself protectively, but when she spends lunch and breaks with me, Deena and Corden, she really comes alive.
“Miss Griffith, can I see you for a minute,” Mr. Chapman announces at the end of his lecture as we start to pack up.
“Of course,” I shove my notebook into my bag as Asher grabs my elbow. He touches me at every chance he gets. In the hallway walking to class, in the dining room when he doesn’t have lacrosse practice and when we have class together, there isn’t a second our skin isn’t connected. My favourite is when he keeps his hand on my thigh beneath the desk while he takes notes, tracing little circles making my skin pebble with goosebumps. Or when he is bored and starts to play with my hair as I try and pay attention to whatever rubbish is being said at the front of the room, which is awfully hard when you have a man like Asher Vander sat next to you. The only bad thing about this week has been Darcy’s possie of bitches as they stare, scowl and snigger about us. She has surprisingly kept herself to herself, only coming to and from lectures to her room, completely avoiding the dinner hall altogether.
“I’m waiting with you,” Asher glowers at our teacher as we descend the stairs to Mr. Chapman’s desk.
“You don’t have to; I will only be a few minutes and you have a warmup to get to,” Tonight is his first home lacrosse game, and you can bet your bottom dollar I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I have never been to one before and I don’t particularly like group sports, butanything that shows me more insight into Asher I will take full advantage of.
“I don’t trust him with the way he looks at you. I am staying,” His hand drops to the base of my back as the hall finally empties.
Mr. Chapman glances up from the collection of papers in front of him on his desk, but when his gaze darts between us and he registers Asher isn’t leaving, he frowns.
“Mr. Vander, this is a private conversation between me and Miss Griffith. You can wait outside,”
“I will wait right here,”
His jaw clenches as we stand there awkwardly waiting.
“You may have some power here Asher, but this is still my classroom and when I tell you to leave, I expect you to do so. I’m no threat to her,” He keeps his voice calm, but his eyes tell a different story.
“With all due respect,” Asher pauses. “Actually, fuck the respect because you have none of mine,” My lips part in shock but I stay quiet. “I am not going to leave her alone with you. You are very much a threat to all the women here. But this one here is mine,” He throws an arm over my shoulder pulling me into him. “And I protect what’s mine,”
Mr. Chapman’s nose wrinkles in disgust, his teeth baring like an animal, but again his voice is calm. “You have yourself on a mighty high pedestal Mr. Vander,” He picks up the papers in front of him and rounds the desk towards us. “But that makes the fall that much further and painful,” He hands me the papers without looking at me. “The day you crash, and burn will be a mighty fine day for a lot of people. I just hope I am there to see it all unfold,” He grins, his mouth spread wide and menacing. A shiver crawls up my spine, but Asher only chuckles.
