by Mariano, Sam
Cal sighs so faintly he probably doesn’t want me to hear it, but I can hear the regret anyway, and my hopes drop in response.
“Well, all right,” I say, trying to find a way not to feel rejected. “That’s okay. We can do other things. Whatever we want. No one’s going to know about this,” I add, since that’s probably part of his reluctance now.
Rather than let me go, he brings a large hand up to palm one of my breasts through my shirt. My stomach knots up with instant arousal, my head drifting back against his shoulder. “Someone could, though, couldn’t they?” he murmurs.
My eyes drift shut and I shake my head lazily as he pushes a button through and slides his hand underneath the soft fabric of my shirt. “They won’t,” I assure him. “If anyone starts to suspect anything, I’ll lie. We can be more careful.”
“You think that now.” His voice is so incredible, so deep and firm, like he’s in control and he knows so much more than I do. Just the timbre of his strong, sure voice sends a wave of languor washing over me. “You may not always feel that way, Noelle. What if I break your heart?”
“You won’t,” I murmur, with unreasonable confidence.
“I might.”
I frown, but it’s hard to hang onto any displeasure as his giant hand envelops my breast, kneading the soft flesh in the palm of his hand. It’s hard to focus on what we’re talking about when he touches me that way.
“Imagine the worst case scenario,” he continues, bringing his other hand around to finish unbuttoning my shirt.
“That we get caught?”
“No.” His voice is calm, reassuring, but I get the feeling he’s about to say something awful. “I find your charms a little too much to resist. I take you over to that bed,” he nods in the direction of his California king, “and obliterate every last bit of your innocence. I invade every hole, bend your body into a dozen different positions, fuck you six ways from Sunday, and fill that sweet untouched pussy full of my cum.”
“Oh my God,” I breathe.
“Would you like that?” he murmurs.
It feels like a trap, but I don’t even hesitate to lay down in it. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Sir,” I say quickly, sinking against him again. My heart is beating so fast, it’s beginning to take more effort to breathe normally. “Yes, Sir, I would like that so much.”
He stops lazily unbuttoning my shirt, letting his hand drift down to caress my ass. Tingles spread everywhere he touches and my knees weaken.
“It would hurt,” he tells me, releasing my breasts and trailing his fingers so lightly across my collar bone, I shudder.
“That’s okay.”
“It’s okay if I hurt you?” he murmurs, bending his head and pressing his incredible lips to my shoulder.
“Yes. I mean, you can’t help it. The first time—I know that would hurt.”
Still with that steady, leading tone, he kisses my shoulder and says, “It might hurt a lot. It might make you cry. Would you cry for me, Noelle?”
My heart thuds in my chest and I swallow, not entirely sure what I’m signing up for. “Yes.”
He nods, like I gave him the answer he expected. “And then afterward, after you opened yourself up and gave me all you had to give, what would you expect?”
An icy finger of uncertainty prods me, and I get the feeling I won’t like where this is going. He knows I won’t like it, too. He wants to say awful things and make me stop wanting him, because he knows if I want him, there’s a good chance he’ll give in.
And he calls me the coward.
Seeing through him before he’s even finished laying his trap, I stiffen my resolve and insulate my heart from what I know might be coming. “What do you mean?”
“Would you expect me to be satisfied with you? You, an inexperienced little girl I have to coax and teach every trick myself. Do you think you’d be enough for me?”
Ouch. That stings, but I know he meant it to, so I ignore the bite. “I don’t think I’d have any trouble satisfying you, Sir. I think you’ll find that as curious and open-minded as I can be academically… well, let’s just say that attitude probably extends to other areas, too.”
“You think so?”
A wave of uncertainty rocks my tummy, but I ignore the concern that I might’ve just challenged him. He only began this conversation wanting to scare me off, but now he might want to shock me.
“What if I have filthy interests, Noelle? The older a man gets, the more it takes to keep his interest. You’re young and inexperienced. A few flicks of the tongue and you’ll come on my face, but you might have to work harder for my cum, sweetheart.”
I can’t tell if it’s arousal or anxiety, but something twists in my gut. Judging by the throbbing between my legs, I think it’s mostly arousal. “I’m not afraid of hard work, Sir.”
There’s some movement, then he’s fisting my hair in his hand—hard. I gasp as he pulls me back roughly, trying to get my bearings as he drags me back toward his bed. My heart slams and I’m afraid I’ll trip, but he’s right behind me if I do.
Yanking me by the hair on my head, he throws me on the bed. I’m too alarmed not to show it, and I start to climb up on my elbows. Before I can, he grabs my hips and yanks my skirt down.
Holy shit. I feel my eyes widen, helpless as he climbs on the bed and prowls—there’s no other word for it, he prowls over me, like a famished lion with a helpless gazelle spread out before him.
It shouldn’t turn me on, him looking at me like I’m his next meal. It should probably scare me, and it does a little, but not enough to chicken out.
Cal climbs on top of me, his lusty gaze raking over my mostly exposed body. I’m down to my bra and panties, and I’m breathing so heavily from being scared that my breasts rise and fall rapidly, holding his attention.
I don’t know what he’ll do, but I’m not prepared for him to suddenly bury his face in my breasts, and I let out a little yelp. He kisses them roughly, quickly. He even bites, drawing another gasp of pained surprise out of me, then he’s turning me over on my stomach and his fingers are on the clasp of my bra.
My stomach does somersaults as I struggle to keep up. This isn’t going at all the way I thought it would, and I don’t know how far he’ll take this. I tell myself he can’t take it too far, because he’s the one who doesn’t want to fuck me. I came here prepared to give it up, so if he keeps playing chicken with me like this, he’s the one who’s going to lose.
I’m prepared to go all the way. He isn’t. He’s already shown his hand, so I feel a little more confident challenging him tonight, even though normally I wouldn’t.
As he unclasps my bra and frees my breasts, he presses a kiss to my shoulder blade. “Tell me to stop, Noelle.”
I don’t say a word. I’m flipped onto my back again so he can pull my bra off, then he tosses it behind him, looking down at my bare breasts.
His blue eyes are heated, his features set in hard, unbending lines, like he would devour me in one bite if he could. He looks at me like I need to call him off now, otherwise it’ll be too late and he’ll pound my ass into the bed. It’s a wordless threat, but I know he won’t see it through.
Rather than object and bail like a scared little virgin, I reach down and start to push off my panties. Cal’s eyes snap to the scrap of lace. I think he means to do something to stop me, but as I push the panties down, he’s more invested in having a peek.
I feel nervous and sexy at the same time as I wiggle my hips and push the panties lower, revealing my bare pussy for his hungry eyes.
His jaw locks at the sight of it, like it makes him angry how much he wants it. Now that I’ve revealed the goods, he loses his patience and pushes my hands away, fisting my panties in one hand and yanking them off more aggressively.
“That was a very foolish thing to do,” he tells me, tossing the panties on the floor and clasping a hand around my thigh. He yanks me sideways and grabs the other thigh, holding both op
en so he can get a better look at my pussy.
I flush clear down to my toes, lying here completely naked with my legs spread while he just looks at me. He studies my pussy like he’s trying to figure it out. After a moment, he looks tempted to lean forward and have a taste, but since he doesn’t, I can feel his probing stare like I’d feel his finger. Self-consciousness takes over and I try to wiggle free, but his fingers only dig into my soft flesh harder to keep me still.
“Please.”
The word slips out of me, and his gaze snaps to mine. A cold, detached flash of victory flits across his face, like he won a battle he knew he’d win, but hoped he’d lose. “Please, what?”
Please let me go.
I refuse to say that. I refuse to be the one to back down. Rather than fold, I up the ante.
“Please fuck my pussy, Sir.”
Chapter Nine
Noelle
His grip on me tightens until it hurts, his nails biting into my skin. I don’t think it’s intentional at all, but he’s staring at me like I’ve just turned him to stone, and I have to swallow down the urge to take it all back.
“You little…”
My eyes widen at the anger in his tone, but whatever he means to say, he doesn’t finish.
He releases my thighs and begins to unbutton the sky blue dress shirt he wore to class today. He’s wearing a white tee underneath, but he reaches behind his head and yanks that off, too, angrily flinging it to join my discarded clothes on the floor.
“You think you know what you’re doing, don’t you, Noelle?” His tone makes it clear he thinks I’m a fool, but I’m having a hard time tearing my gaze from his chiseled, muscular chest to look at his face.
Is he really going to do it? I didn’t think there was any chance, but then he unzips his slacks and I can only stare, wide-eyed, as he kicks them off on the floor.
I did want him to fuck me tonight, but not like this. Not when I feel like he might actually be so cruel as to use it to teach me a lesson.
His tone is hard and cold when he speaks again. “You think there’s even a sliver of a chance this will turn out well?”
I swallow again, but don’t speak. My stomach is a mess of nerves, and now that he’s stripped down to only a pair of charcoal gray boxer briefs, he moves over me again, using his knees to kick my thighs apart and planting himself between them.
“You want my cock, Noelle?”
I nod wordlessly, but I think I must look afraid, because I don’t know how to mask it.
“Are you sure?” he asks, his tone knowing. “It looks like you’re having second thoughts.”
Second thoughts? More like third and fourth thoughts.
“It looks like you are, too,” I answer bravely. “I mean, a few minutes ago you told me you couldn’t fuck me, but here we are, so… seems like you changed your mind.”
Cal nods his head, not arguing. “It does, doesn’t it?” To further prove his desire, he rocks his hips forward and brings his hard bulge against my pussy. I cry out in surprise, reaching for him. He lets me grab his sides, allows me to hold onto him as he rocks forward again, grinding himself against me.
Oh, God, that feels so good. My eyes drift closed, my heart rate accelerating as he does it again and again, riding me with the thin barrier of his underwear still between us.
He’s making me want it more, not less. If this is meant to scare me, there must be something wrong with me, because he’s making me really horny instead.
“Cal,” I cry breathlessly, rocking my hips forward as he grinds into me, intensifying the pleasure.
“Sir,” he snaps.
“Sir,” I say quickly, my fingers flexing on his firm sides. I know he’s just dry humping me, but I never want him to stop—well, unless it’s to push his cock into me.
“Think about this tomorrow,” he demands. “When you’re in my classroom taking notes, remember how it felt to have my cock rubbing up against your needy pussy. Remember how wet you were, how desperate to be fucked.” Lowering his voice, he adds, “I certainly will.”
“Please fuck me now.” I push myself harder against his cock, craving more friction. “I don’t want to wait. Please, Sir. I need it now.”
His tone is leading, his muscles taut as he hovers above, watching me. “Yeah?”
My tone is desperate and jagged, like I’m being dragged over glass and I need relief. “Yeah.”
I should be more cautious. I would be, if he didn’t have me so tangled up with lust. It’s plain to see he’s in striking position, but I’m distracted and fail to notice. I’m so lost in all the pleasurable sensations sweeping through my body, it’s a shock when his vicious fangs sink into my flesh and rip me open.
“I would, but I can’t waste my cum on you, sweetheart. I have a date later this evening, and I wouldn’t want to leave her disappointed.”
My whole body stiffens, his venom pouring through my veins, paralyzing me. I’m so stunned, I can’t move or speak, I can only stare up at him.
He waits for his bite to do its job and kill me. Rage and hurt mingle together, filling me up until I feel a shameful stinging behind my eyes.
The horror of crying in front of him shakes me out of it.
“Date?” I ask icily.
It’s hard to control my anger, but there’s a faint sparkle of victory in his gaze, and I tell myself I should have seen this coming. He wants to scare me off, he wants to hurt me, he wants to send me away with no desire to ever come back—and after my display the other night when I caught his sister here, he knows just how to do it.
He probably doesn’t even have a date. He’s probably lying. He’ll probably sit here alone like a miserable bastard and finish reading A Christmas Carol while I lie awake in bed, tormented by thoughts of him being intimate with someone else.
As I reassure myself that he’s lying, my anger begins to subside.
The errant thought crosses my mind that just in case he does have a date, I don’t want to leave the bastard hard-up.
My tone a little sweeter, I tell him, “Well, then, I won’t keep you too late.”
His face freezes momentarily, unprepared for that response.
Then I close my eyes and rub myself against his the massive bulge in his underwear. “Won’t you let him out to play? I may not be experienced enough to satisfy you, but I’ll be a good warm-up,” I offer playfully.
His blue eyes narrow on my face and he realizes, “You don’t believe me.”
I don’t want him to know I don’t believe him. I don’t want him to take it as some kind of stupid challenge. He said he wouldn’t behave that way the other night when I thought I caught him with someone else to spite me, but this wouldn’t be out of spite. It would be out of some other thing—I’m not sure what yet.
“I believe you,” I tell him, toning down my reaction a bit.
His disbelief is clear in his tone. “You believe I’m going to fuck someone else tonight, and you’re still riding my cock?”
I shrug innocently. “The date may not go well. Surely you won’t want to fuck her then. Especially if you’ve already fucked me. I just want you to be satisfied enough to make good decisions.”
Cal stares down at me, shaking his head. “You’re fucking crazy.”
He might drive me crazy, trying to figure out how to play his stupid games.
Or, he might have, but in an unexpected move, he leaves his pieces on the board and quits the game.
I’m confused as he pushes my hands off him and climbs off the bed, bending to retrieve his clothes.
I watch with uncertainty, then start to sit up as he pulls his dress shirt back on. “What are you doing?”
“You have to go,” he says flatly.
I frown, pushing myself up to a sitting position on his bed. “Why?”
“Because I really am going out with someone tonight, and you think I’m playing games with you. I’m not. I’m done with this. It can’t go any further, and you’re clearly willing, so the intrigue
is gone.” Flicking me a gaze as dismissive as it is hurtful, he says, “I thought you’d be more of a challenge.”
Hurt swells up inside me at his casual cruelty, but I shove it down. “You don’t mean that.”
He looks down as he buttons his shirt back up. “Yes, I do.”
“No, you don’t,” I say, more annoyed. “You’re just trying to hurt me, and that’s really fucking mean, Cal.”
Lifting his gaze to mine, he says, “I never said you could call me Cal.”
Shaking my head, I ignore his comment. “Why are you doing this?”
“I told you.” He buttons the last button of his shirt. “It can’t work.”
He’s making me so angry, I’d like to smack him. I had all these fantasies of us having such a nice, pleasant evening together, and here he is, ruining everything.
I’m still wet, too. The stupid bastard had to jerk me around in every way possible, and now my body is as confused as my heart.
I sit there for a moment, debating what to do. I have rebellious fantasies of climbing underneath the soft bedding he sleeps under each night, burrowing my naked body into his spot, and getting myself off. I wonder how long he could last, standing there watching me touch myself, hearing me cry out as I pleasure myself in his bed.
I think it would probably work, but I couldn’t bear the humiliation if it didn’t. I sit there a moment longer second guessing myself, unsure when I’ll be alone with him next—if at all.
Swallowing, I ask, “What about our lessons?”
“The lessons were bullshit,” he answers, yanking up his pants and tucking himself away with some effort. “You are painfully idealistic, but you’re also hardworking and intelligent, and the paper deserved an A, which is why I gave you one.”
His sudden honesty does much more to scare me than the mean things he said before. What if he really is done with me?
“Mr. McLaren, I—I don’t know what I did. Is it something your sister said? Can’t we just talk about this? I was really enjoying getting to know you, and it seemed like you were enjoying it, too. I don’t want to play games, clearly I’m not as good at them as you and I don’t know the rules, but can we just… can we just rewind a little bit here?”
