“She’s a mess, Add another finger, Make her scream," Kade orders, biting down on my clit. "Fuck. Rowyn, pull at my bars,” Kade groans, and I drag my nails up his length, making him growl against me. Elliot adds another finger, curling it.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I shout.
“That’s it, Petal. Shatter for us,” Elliot groans. “Oh fuck, that’s so hot.”
“Oh. my. G–” I scream as my orgasm hits and white light flashes through my vision. My body convulses, but they don’t stop. They keep setting my body alight, and I cum so fucking hard, all I can hear is their growls and heavy breathing. Warm liquid paints my thighs, and my eyes snap to Elliot’s, but I immediately look down at his hand and watch as he finishes cumming on my skin.
“Shadow mouse. Give me one more, baby.” But I shake my head.
“I-can’t,” I pant, but he sits up, flicking my clit rapidly while Elliot curls his fingers deep inside me. “Oh fuck!” I say breathlessly as Kade groans deeply and his cum fills my hand. I’m so overwhelmed with everything that is happening that my brainshort-circuits, and I gush all over Elliot's bed, leaving a puddle between my legs.Did I just pee? No! No! No!
“Fuck yes. She’s a squirter,” Kade cheers, and Elliot licks his lips.
“Indeed she is.” He smirks, bending down and kissing my clit gently. I jolt at how sensitive I am, but he just smiles, pressing kisses on each of my thighs, then stands, pulling his sweats back on.
Kade walks away and into the bathroom, and I hear the water running. Is he that disgusted that he’s already cleaning my filth off of him? “Stop, Rowyn. Whatever has that look on your face, you’re wrong,” Elliot states, and my eyes snap to his. Can he read minds now? Or did I say that shit outloud? I pull my tank up as Kade comes back into the room with a cloth and presses it between my legs. Oh, that's what he was doing.
After Kade cleans me up, I get dressed, then everything rushes in at once, which causes my heart to start beating really fast in my chest. What did I do? Why did I let them do this to me?
“I-I gotta go. I’m sorry,” I say, getting up from the bed and running out of the room.
Why did I run? Why did I allow any of that to happen? Ugh, it felt so fucking good though. But shit. That can never happen again, but why does that feel like a lie?
The weight of it all slams into me as I walk back to my room. I just pray I don’t see Grayson on the way. I don’t think I could survive his wrath if I did.
nineteen
Grayson Mercer
Gifts
One month later…
Sitting in the waiting room of the dean's office, I can’t help but smile when Chunkers walks in the door, asking about who sent her a package of clothes. It was me. I’ve kept up with my bullshit throughout the month. I may not have embarrassed her in front of others, but my presence is still known. She wants to forget about me. Well, a constant reminder is all it really takes to get her going. I look up, and her eyes are already on me.
“You!” She points.Oh, she’s mad. I love that I have this effect on her.
“Me?” I point at myself and look around the room.
“Yes, you! Stop sending me shit!” she shouts, and the secretary’s eyes widen as she looks between the two of us.
“Request denied, Chunkers. The way I choose to spend my money is none of your business or concern,” I state, standing from my seat.
“You are insufferable, Grayson,” she says, stepping around the desk, coming to stand in front of me. I look down at her and lick my lips, patiently waiting for her lashings. It’s actually my favorite part of the day, and it's why I started doing this in the first place. “How many purple vibrators do you think I need for fuck’s sake!” she whispers, and I laugh.
“I won’t stop until you do as you’re told with them.” I smirk, and she gasps.
“No! I refuse,” she answers, and I tilt my head.
“Oh, but you will. See, you don’t have a choice. Haven’t you figured that out yet?” I ask, and her eyes narrow to slits.
“Oh, Chunkers, those eyes just tickle me and your wrath makes my dick hard. So, keep it up and everyone will gladly watch instead of it being for my personal viewing only,” I say.
“Why are you doing this? Haven’t you humiliated me enough?” she asks, and before she’s even finished, I’m already shaking my head.
“Ahh, Little Pet. If you can’t put the puzzle pieces together, that is your own fault, but nonetheless. It’s thrilling to watch you squirm, and those tears that fall down your chubby cheeks…” I trail off, stepping into her space, and reaching up and tracing myfinger along the side of her face. “Are my tears. What I wouldn’t give to make them rush down your cheek just to fill a jar for me to drink later.” Her breath hitches, and I lick my lips. A throat clears, and I look over my shoulder to see the dean standing there with his arms folded, looking at me. I straighten my stance and nod for Rowyn to leave. She hurriedly moves, leaving the same way she entered without another word. I watch as she leaves, then my eyes snap to the dean, who is currently smirking at me, but a girl I’ve never seen before walks into the office, interrupting us.
“Uh, excuse me? I found this,” she states, placing the phone on the counter.
