Chapter 12 Pandora #2
I giggle and pull the towel off his waist to reveal his cock. It’s barely half-hard, but it looks adorable, nestled between his thighs in its nest of pubic hair.
“Oh, I know. This isn’t the torture.” I kiss him again, fingers curling around his cock and starting to coax it into hardness.
He groans. “What’s the torture?”
I smile at him, continuing to stroke his cock. “You’ll see.”
“Because that… that’s not cryptic,” he says, his breath hitching as I bring him to full erection.
Only when he’s panting with need do I release his cock, then reach into my back pocket for my phone.
I hold it up so River can see what I’m doing.
I scroll through my contacts, past Blaze’s Bitch and Cry Me A, until I land on Fernando Rivera. I click on that name to display the full contact information.
River’s eyes, which had begun to droop closed despite the perfectly acceptable handjob, fly open. “No,” he says, and I can hear the desperation in his voice. “Pandora, don’t. I’m sorry. I really, really am. Don’t get him involved.”
“I already considered that, but…” I ruffle his hair. “This is more fun.”
I click the call button and set it to speaker.
It rings three times before a gruff voice picks up. “Yes?”
“Hi, Mr. Rivera!” I say cheerfully. “How are you tonight?”
“Who’s this?” he asks, suspicion heavy in his voice.
“It’s Pandora Pavone! You know, River’s friend?” I place the phone on River’s stomach, then pinch River’s nose. “Well, former friend. You know how things go. Went.”
Fernando is instantly on alert. “Is he bothering you again?” he growls. “I told that boy to leave you alone. I’m sorry, Ms. Pavone.”
River shakes his head, trying again to grab at me, but he can’t lift his hand much at all. He doesn’t try to speak. I guess he doesn’t want Daddy Dearest to know he’s here with me.
“Bothering…” I purse my lips as I reach for River’s cock, rubbing along the underside of the head before starting to slowly pump up and down his length again. “I didn’t realize he was going to be attending Dyschord U. It was a shock to see him pop out in front of me. Out of nowhere!”
“I’ll take care of it,” Fernando says. “You won’t have to worry about it. I’m sorry for agreeing to let him go there. I didn’t realize he’d be so goddamn—” He cuts himself off. “If you need to teach him another lesson, go ahead. He doesn’t need his other pinky either.”
River’s sweating more now. At least, I think it’s sweat. It could be tears. Whatever.
“Nah, it’s okay, I already have the one finger. I was told cutting off fingers is boring and cliché.” I keep going, forcing River to feel pleasure he’s helpless to do anything against.
River’s hips rock up so he’s half-thrusting into my hand, but the motion is weak at best. Pathetic.
“There’s no need to pull him out of university either.
I mean, I wouldn’t want his entire education to be derailed on my account.
” I laugh and squeeze his cock, making River grunt.
“On the other hand,” I continue as I pump River, “he was kind of rude to me. First he won’t leave me alone, then he tells me I’m a crazy cunt and should leave him in peace. ”
“I’m very sorry, Ms. Pavone. Please do what you need to do to get him to leave you alone, but I will get him withdrawn from Dyschord so he can’t bother you again,” Fernando replies.
River swallows hard, the expression in his eyes bleak even as his cock starts to thicken in my hand.
“No, no, that’s really not necessary,” I say. I lean in to nibble on River’s earlobe briefly. “Maybe he can do me a few favors though? I was trying to tell him he owes me, but he kept blowing me off.”
How long can I extend this conversation? I drag my hand down his cock and palm his balls to try to get him to orgasm faster.
I mean, I don’t know that I’d be able to come while my parents were listening in, but isn’t it fun to try?
“I’ll tell him to do what you say,” Fernando replies. “That boy will do anything you want him to do.”
River grimaces, but we both know his father is right.
I go back to stroking his cock in earnest, and he bites his bottom lip to try to keep a hiss of breath from escaping him.
There. Almost there.
“Yeah, that’ll be good.” I giggle and rub the head of his cock, my thumb going insistently over the slit. A few drops of pre-cum slip out. “How are things, Mr. Rivera? Is your wife still working on her fashion business?”
“That little hobby?” he asks with an awkward laugh. “Yeah…” He trails off, obviously unsure of what to say.
There’s only so much I can talk about, but with how red River’s face is and the way he’s squirming, I don’t think he’s going to last much longer.
Right as I start to reply to Fernando, River arches, and he spills all over my hand with a deer-in-the-headlights look on his face.
A small cry escapes his lips.
He actually came.
Even though he’s drugged, even though his father was listening in, River came.
I smile in amazement.
“Well, nice chat. Maybe I’ll see you at the New Year’s party,” I say, then hit the ‘end call’ button with my clean hand.
River breathes hard.
“Holy shit,” I say with awe. Then I start laughing. “Oh my god, River. That was your dad! He must have heard you.”
“Fuck!” His voice is thick, and his expression is panicked as he mutters, “I can’t believe you fucking did that.” I look closely at him, and I can see the way moisture glimmers at the corners of his eyes.
“Are you crying?” I take my cum-stained hand and wipe the tears. “Over something so minor?”
“Minor?” he chokes out, blinking several times. “That was minor to you? He’s going to beat the shit out of me next time he sees me.” This time when he reaches up to grab my wrist, he manages, for all that there’s barely any strength in the grasp.
I lean in and kiss him with a smile. “Is that my problem?” I grip his hair, wiping the cum off in it. “You had so much fun distributing videos of me, you should really be glad all I did was share some audio porn of you with your dad.”
River glares at me. “Yeah. That’s all,” he mutters.
I pick my phone up. A drop of sweat lands on the screen, and the back, which had been sitting on River’s stomach, is also slick. I wipe it as best I can on my jeans, then stuff it back into my back pocket.
“Okay, it’s getting kind of hot in here.” I stand up.
River glares at me from his spot.
I smile back and brush the hair from his forehead. “Sex in saunas is dangerous, River. You should probably get out and cool down.”
“You should probably go fuck yourself,” he retorts. “Then again, you’d probably like that.” He gingerly sits up, using his hand to help himself to his feet. He’s wobbly, but he’ll be able to get out of the sauna without passing out soon.
Probably.
The drugs won’t last that long.
“I’ll see you around. After I’ve fucked myself.” I go to the door. “Give my regards to your father!”
The withering look he gives me sets me off all over again, and I giggle as I head out of the sauna.
It’s immediately cooler, and I breathe in the fresh air.
Okay, the slightly-bleach-y air. They must disinfect these areas a lot.
On one of the walls inside the women’s locker room, I spot a flyer for the Nyx Halloween party. I rip it off, re-reading the description that I’ve already memorized.
Fundraiser for Kappa Alpha Omega Sigma. Bring your friends. Everyone welcome.
I hope Kappa Alpha has a lot of bleach handy, because they’ll need it for the next stage of my revenge.