Chapter 17 Pandora #2
“Did Zayden scream a lot?” Blaze asks. “Y’know. When you beheaded him?”
I smile up at him. “Are you wearing a wire, Blaze? Is this room bugged?”
“Nope. You’re about to see me naked anyway.” He undresses me all the way first though. He unbuckles my skirt’s belt, he unties my boots, then he helps me out of my leggings.
I’m standing naked in front of him, and I look up at his handsome face.
He’s so fucking perfect, isn’t he?
Even if he doesn’t actually want me.
I take a step closer. “I really want to kiss you right now, Blaze.”
Blaze laughs. “I kept thinking that too, but I don’t think I want that urine aftertaste. Unlike Tate, I don’t think piss tastes good.”
I start giggling again. “It was funny though, right? The party trick?”
Blaze shakes his head, but he smiles. “It was fucking hilarious. How’d you make him piss himself at just the right time, too?”
“The candies I gave him. I laced them with a diuretic. He thought they were uppers. I don’t think he’s ever seen a drug in his life, to be honest. Nobody in NB would have believed me. And I made sure he drank a lot.” I wait while Blaze undresses.
It’s weird to see him naked like this. He isn’t hard, but I like how his cock looks anyway. It’s thick, and doesn’t look too large nestled between his legs and pubic hair, but I know it grows.
Blaze puts our filthy underwear into the washbasin and turns it on hot. He adds detergent from a nearby shelf.
“How come you know how to hand wash laundry?” I ask. “Doesn’t strike me as a thing the Bouchard heir needs to learn how to do.”
“Same reason you do,” Blaze says. “You have to know how to wash unfortunate stains out of clothes.”
“The water’s supposed to be cold,” I point out.
“But I’m not washing blood right now, am I?” Blaze finishes with our underwear and hangs them up to dry on the clothes line.
“Do botany students regularly need to wash their underwear?” I look around the room. It’s starting to get cold, and I wrap my arms around myself.
“Mostly gardening gloves, I think. And boots. Maybe towels and aprons? I don’t know, I’m not a fucking botany student.
” Blaze empties the basin and throws in the rest of our clothes.
He fills the basin with hot water and soap again, moves everything around, then looks at me.
“Let's shower while this soaks,” he says.
I nod and move to the shower stall. I turn the water on, and I’m glad that it comes out hot almost immediately.
Blaze gets into the stall with me. It’s pretty tight, but I don’t complain.
I let Blaze pour soap over my body and use his hands to lather me up.
It feels good. It’s so much better than when I’d showered on my own, that night a few weeks ago.
With the water pelting down on us, I say, “He screamed a lot.”
Blaze’s movements still for only a fraction of a second before he continues washing me. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. He begged me not to. But I sawed off his arms first. I should have waited to do that. He bled out before I got to his head. The screaming was done by then.” I lay my head against Blaze’s chest. “Are you going to judge me?”
“No.” Blaze takes some of the off-brand shampoo and lathers it into my hair. “I wanted to do it too. After everything. I’m—”
I wait.
Blaze sighs and tilts my head up. “I’m sorry. About that night. I’m sorry I was too fucking weak to stand up to them. I’m sorry I let anyone touch you. I’m sorry I let Zayden and my dad get to me, I’m sorry I instigated it, but most of all, I’m sorry I hurt you, Pandora.”
I stare at him, my mouth dropping open.
The shards in my chest that had calmed down start piercing me all over again.
“Is that enough?” I ask, my voice hoarse. “Do I forgive you because you said those words?”
Blaze gives me a sad smile. “Probably not. I mean, I wouldn’t fucking forgive anyone who did that to me.
But if you’re going to go on a whole revenge quest, leave Asch—and River—out of it.
I’ll take all of your anger. Asch was against it from the start.
River… Okay, you did cut off his finger and keep it as a lucky charm. ”
“I didn’t cut it off,” I complain. “That was my dads. And River’s finger is safer with me, anyway.”
The same finger that’s soaking with my clothes now, to remove the piss smell.
Not so safe with me after all.
“You’re so fucked up,” Blaze says breathlessly. “I don’t know why that makes you hotter to me.”
“You’re fucked up too,” I point out. “Mr. I-had-a-classmate-killed-because-he-was-mean-to-Asch.”
“You really need to return those files,” Blaze mutters, but he leans in to kiss me.
I kiss him back, wrapping my arms around him to get as close to him as humanly possible. My breasts press against his chest, every breath causing my nipples to rub against him.
Our slick bodies smell of cheap soap now. The shampoo in my hair washes away, the suds sliding down my back and shoulders.
Blaze groans and rolls his hips against me. His cock hardens as it glides against my skin. I reach down to grip it and help it along.
“Fuck me,” I say with a groan. “Hard. Fast. Like you promised.”
“I promised you violent,” Blaze growls. “But for some reason I want to be nice to you right now. I’m not the nice one.”
“You aren’t,” I agree. I raise my thigh so I can hook it around his leg. “I could get my knife and make things really bloody around here.”
Blaze lets out a startled laugh. “At least it’d be easy to clean.” He kisses me again, this time nipping at my lower lip while digging his fingers into my ass. “What did you do with Asch?”
“Asch?” I pump his cock a few times.
“The other day. He came home with scratches and hickeys. That was you, right?” Blaze furrows his brow. “He didn’t deny it, anyway. If it wasn’t you—”
“It was me.” I smile at him. “He fucked me with a dildo. And then he got in me at the same time. DP.”
Blaze’s eyes widen. When his mouth parts, I place a finger inside. He sucks it a few times, his tongue pushing against the sensitive pad of my fingertip, before pulling back.
“DP. With a dildo,” Blaze repeats, his voice hoarse.
“Yeah.” I lick my lips. “It would have been hotter if you’d been there. You ever do that? Both of your cocks inside one lady’s cunt at the same time?”
“Not yet.” Blaze kisses me again, right as he grips my thighs and lifts me up.
I gasp and brace myself against the shower stall. Blaze pushes his cock against my slick hole.
“Can’t believe he DPed you solo,” Blaze mutters.
“I know he wishes it was your cock in there with him,” I answer. “You two are so fucking weird about each other, and—”
Blaze thrusts inside, cutting off my words. I groan loudly. His thick cock fills me perfectly, sliding against all the right spots inside me.
I close my eyes and focus on the sensations. The water pouring down on us from above. His hands on my thighs, the way his arms tremble with the strain of holding me up for his thrusts.
His little gasps as I tighten my cunt for him.
I need him so badly.
I wrap my arms around his shoulders and dig my fingers into his skin, dragging them along to leave my mark.
My Blaze.
So perfect for me, sexy and violent and fucked up just like I am.
“Harder,” I demand. I press my nails into his chest, above his heart, and claw downwards.
Blaze groans and complies, fucking into me even faster and deeper than before.
Maybe it’s a good thing the shower stall is so small. We’d have fallen over by now otherwise.
“Touch yourself,” Blaze orders. “Finger your clit. I want to feel you come around me, Pandora.”
I smile and lower my hand down to my pussy.
I find my clit and rub insistently. I have to close my eyes again, and it’s so hard to concentrate on any one thing.
His cock, his breath, his hand on my breast, his moans, the way he’s saying my name, my own pleasure ramping up and erasing the entire world around us.
My climax crashes into me like a tidal wave, and I shudder with the force of it. My cunt tightens around him, spasming from the pleasure, and it makes him cry out.
His thrusts quicken, faster and faster until I’m dizzy from the sensations, then he’s coming, filling me all at once.
Our ragged breathing is drowned out by the sounds of the shower, but I’m aware of the way his chest rapidly rises and falls.
“Fuck,” Blaze murmurs. I cling to him through the aftermath, until his cock softens and he slowly lowers me down.
As soon as I’m standing, I wrap my arms around him again.
“I still want to murder Tate,” I whisper.
Blaze strokes my hair. “I know. But let me handle this one. You got Zayden. You burned down the frat. I promise you, we all know you’re badass.”
I smile against his chest. “You forgot Declan. I stabbed Declan.”
Blaze bursts out laughing. “Actually, yeah. I did forget him. Shit. He moved off campus. I had to convince him not to sue you.”
“Did you tell him my Papa would murder him if he tried?” I glance up at Blaze. “He wanted to murder all of you, too.”
“He can try,” Blaze mutters, then he shakes his head. “Anyway. I’ll handle Tate, Pandora.”
He turns off the water and steps outside. He finds towels in a nearby cupboard and hands one to me. It’s gray and rough, but beggars can’t be choosers.
We put on our semi dried underwear, and we sit quietly as we wait for the rest of our clothes to dry.
I’ll give Blaze a week.
If Tate is still around to piss me off in a week, I’ll have to escalate.