Page 142 of Swallow Your Sorries

I know I’m right about her, that she likes being chased. Cornered.

By me.

“I didn’t say where I wanted it,” I say, gripping her thighs and settling between her feet again. Of course, I would claim the lips on her pretty little face too, but those weren’t ready for me yet. Not like my slit that’s been dripping since the moment I walked into the studio, patiently waiting.

“Here? Anyone could see.” Her eyes flicker to two narrow, floor-to-ceiling windows. Through the dark pane, all we can make out are the shadows of the surrounding shrubs that sway in the night breeze.

“It’s just a little kiss, Elle.” I gaze between her parted legs and reach for her covered slit. She doesn’t stop me as I stroke her. “Or is it that you want more than a kiss?”

She squirms, but her wriggling only presses her clit harder against my fingers even as she tries to close her legs.

“I’ve been sweating for nearly an hour.”

“Your point?” I ask as I continue to stroke her. “Wouldn’t matter if you were sweating, or bleeding or crying. You’ll be doing all three by the end anyway.” Curling my finger through the crotch, I tug the fabric so hard, that she slides on the hardwood, falling onto her back, her knees wide open, her hands shooting out to grab my arms.

The flimsy fabric gives way and I stare at that sweet, fat pussy only separated from me by those sheer tights.

A little whimper leaves her throat as she takes in the pretty sight with me.

“You want that, don’t you, dove?” I ask, inching between her thighs. “All you have to do is ask. Plead.Beg. And I’ll give you what you need.” I lick her neck and savour the slight saltiness right around her quickening pulse. “What you wanted ever since you laid eyes on me.”

I search her gaze for any truth in my projection. I’d wanted to fuck Elle at first sight, and my sheer hatred and now begrudging understanding only intensifies the feeling.

“You’re the one that’s just torn my clothes and you think I have to beg?” It’s barely a whisper.

I nod, licking the hollow of her throat. She tastes so good. “Just like you did in the greenhouse.”

“I did not.”

“You don’t have to verbally ask to plead. You were purring. You were trembling.” I look into her eyes. “You were watering for me.”

“And yet you’re the one on your knees,” she says, “begging to kiss, to taste my pussy. Finally.”

A slow smile stretches my lips at her new boldness.

Giggles just outside the window echo in the wind, as do footsteps as a group of girls, mostly obscured by the bushes, make their way down the path towards the dorms.

Elle stares out the pane. “How would your minions feel knowing that they’re trying their damndest to help you, yet behind closed doors, you’re desperate for your own enemy? Won’t they feel betrayed that you’re committing treason? That you’re literally trying to sleep and lie with the enemy? The one commonality they think they share with you?”

I grasp her chin and make her look back at me again. I hate the fact that those girls were able to snatch her attention away from me for even a second.

“You don’t know me at all if you think I give a singular fuck what any of those mindless idiots think.”

“Mindless? Is that why you’re able to control them? Manipulate them?”

“They’re little lambs, and I’m merely their shepherd.”

“Shepherds care about their sheep.”

“Until it’s time to sacrifice them.”

“You’d sacrifice your army for some pussy?”

“I told you, you aren’t just some pussy. Some hot hole just to stick my dick into.”

“But you still haven’t told me? What makes me so special? Better even. Any girl on campus would give you what you want without bartering. Without you having to beg or play these games.”

“You say that like I don’t already know that. Like you don’t already know that.”

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