15. Sable
SABLE
Lights glow from recessed fixtures around the room.
I blink slowly, trying to get used to the brightness and wonder who turned them on.
I don’t see switches, so it means someone else is controlling the lights inside my room.
How nice . The night before comes back to me, and my eyes slide to the doors.
They are firmly closed now and no longer glowing.
The room is still creepy, but the worst of the mystique has died out.
My fingers find their way down my body, and I find a mess that can’t be from me.
Oh God, one of them came in me . I’m not religious, but I still say a small prayer of gratitude that I take my birth control routinely.
Last night, I wasn’t Sable Briarwick. I was just a body, and that release was amazing.
I’m not healed by the magic power of dick, but at least I remember now that feeling good is possible.
Fuck, it’s been a long time since I felt this good.
I sit up, stretching my body and looking around.
Nothing has changed in the room, just me.
An odd heat bounces around inside me, and I decide the only way to get back to feeling normal is to wash all the sex off me.
I climb out of bed and head to the bathroom, this time, taking extra effort to search for cameras.
They make ones so small you can’t even see them, so this may be a lost cause, but I don’t find anything, which leaves me feeling mostly okay to strip.
A bar of freshly laundered towels hangs from a rack.
This is an academy for the unbelievably rich, and I wonder if that means I also have staff servicing my room.
As much as I appreciate the clean towels, I’m not sure that I want even more people to have access to me.
I start the water and pull the nightgown over my head, dropping the pool of white fabric on the black marble tile.
The tub and shower are separate fixtures, and while I would love a bath, I’m certainly not feeling that comfortable or fixed.
Standing water still absolutely terrifies me.
The flow comes out piping hot, and the pressure from the double-wide showerhead kneads my muscles as I step under the spray.
I want to take my time and think. Showers have always been a place of escape and respite for me, but since we went off that bridge, it doesn’t feel the same anymore.
I’m wrapping a towel around myself when the door to the bathroom suddenly opens.
Despite this being my room, I feel like I’ve been caught doing something I’m not supposed to.
I automatically jump, tightening the towel around myself.
A gorgeous man with brown hair and flashing hazel eyes stands in the open doorway, smirking at my panic.
He oozes superiority, and I hate that he’s good-looking enough to back his attitude up.
What are you doing in my room? I try to speak, but my mouth is far drier than my soaked skin, and nothing comes out.
A strange tension zings between us when our eyes meet.
The hazel swirl heats me, and I have to wonder if he was the one inside my pussy or my mouth last night.
I’m sure he was one of them. I stay silent rather than embarrass myself further by asking or guessing wrong.
“Why so quiet, Sable? You had so much to say last night.” He finally breaks the tension, and I nearly sigh in relief that he is one of them, that I can put a face to the men who gave me the best orgasms of my life., assuming the other is the man whose dick I sucked.
“I’m so sorry if I gave you the wrong impression. I wasn’t begging for dick for the sake of conversation,” I say, with an arch of my brow, tipping my chin up.
“You were a lot nicer with your holes filled.”
I look at his crotch. “And you don’t have anything I want today.”
“What do you want then if it’s not more orgasms, Sable ?”
“To be left alone. Why would I want anything else from you?”
His teeth set, and he takes a threatening step toward me, but if he tries to hurt me, I’m going to do my best to kill him.
“You don’t seem scared of me,” he says from two inches in front of me, eyes running up and down like I’m something to eat. “I’d think you were smarter than that.” He’s maybe even taller than the man from yesterday.
“You’re not scary,” I reply with a smile and hope he doesn’t see how I lightly tremble—it’s just the cold.
“I’m a hundred and five pounds, and you had to tie me up and bring a friend to get your way.
” His face pinches, and the urge to antagonize him only grows.
“Granted, you won after outnumbering a girl half your size.”
The taunt is so obvious that he takes half a step before halting. “I’ll chase you next time,” he threatens. “Give you a head start and everything, see how big you are then.”
I shake my head. “Oh, you won’t survive a fair fight with me.” I left my own father to die. He’s nothing.
“How is it a fair fight if you’re half my size and ahead?”
I don’t like the amused tone. “Obviously, I’m accounting for the fact that you’re an idiot.” Too bad it’s all bravado, considering I’m standing in front of him in a towel in a room where I can’t lock the door.
“Good thing you can handle the accounting then, and since I’m so stupid, I’ll do what I’m supposed to do and spend my time fucking you.”
“Oh, I see…” I say.
“See what?” he asks.
“You’re afraid of me .” I give him a more wicked smile.
He scoffs, as if it’s the most ridiculous thing he’s ever heard. “Why would I be afraid of you?”
“Because I have something you want, but you have absolutely nothing to offer me.” I shrug
“Nothing?” There’s a nasty suggestion in his tone.
I almost laugh right in his face. “Nothing a sex toy can’t do for less trouble.”
“Do your sex toys pay for your education?”
Well, that confirms some of my suspicions. This scholarship is a “work-study program.”
“Why don’t you look in the mirror and tell me?”
His jaw ticks, but he doesn't argue. Good. He knows what he's worth.