44. Sable
SABLE
He can’t be serious. What does he mean he’s going to teach the class today, and why the hell do the professionals at this university allow this behavior from them? I’ve known for years that Bellthorn is a cult full of insane people, but I never realized how that would practically result.
Orion stands and heads to the front of the room, dripping a malignant swagger that turns my stomach with nerves and hot arousal.
When he turns to the class, he smiles at everyone, all the way to the back, and shoots a wink to someone seated high up there.
His eyes find mine, and mock disappointment turns his lips down.
“Oh, Sable, I’m going to need your help at the front of the room.”
A chain of murmurs winds through the crowd and around me.
Memories of the fashion show flash through my mind.
Someone titters, and I sit firmly in my seat, sure that I don’t want to play this game with him.
People around me stare so hard it feels like my skin might melt off, but I look at the professor and wait for him to say something.
He doesn’t, just takes a seat off in the corner like he’s a silent observer and not the one meant to lead right now.
“Sable, the class is waiting on you. Don’t be rude.
Class, tell Sable not to be rude.” No one speaks, and their uncertainty is a physical presence alongside my discomfort.
“Don’t make me force you,” he concludes, and there’s something about his excitement that makes me stand.
The steps are too steep and every one takes a part of me.
“Good girl, now turn to the class.” Humiliation burns my cheeks.
I do not want to be seen as obedient and pliable when everyone has been waiting to pick over my bones for months.
I could fight, but when I fail, won’t I look even weaker than if I had just complied?
I stare into his eyes for a long moment, searching for a connection, a trace of the heat I’ve come to feel in his presence, but there’s nothing there.
He’s entirely cold, his eyes empty. It occurs to me that I won’t find any mercy here, and I decide that obeying is better than being proven weak by a show of force.
They all stare at me. Some of them smile, biting back their chuckles, others look nearly as uncomfortable as I feel, and a few are staring at Orion like they’ve endured his antics a few too many times.
Among those are Hadrian and Parker, both of whom I’m not entirely sure how to handle.
Rage and tension vibrate off Parker, much like the last time I saw him, but I’m angry with him too.
Despite Hadrian paying for my breakfast, I don’t think he’s here to help me.
If either of them meant to, they probably would have spoken up by now.
“Class, this is Sable,” Orion says, walking until he’s right at my back.
Today, I chose a short dress with dramatic lace scallops at the edge and pearls around the hips.
I look hot for Bellthorn. Now, I deeply regret the choice as Orion reaches around, resting his hand against my stomach.
His fingers trace my navel, and I use all my strength to keep myself from shaking, knowing how talented those hands are.
He could take this dress to threads in minutes.
I won’t drop my gaze and prove he’s embarrassing me, so I keep looking at the crowd, watching as they blush and look down, or stare hungrily. He reaches into the top of the dress, and I thank my lucky stars I wore a tight bralette. He pulls my covered tits out, exposing my nipples to the cold.
“Doesn't she have fantastic tits?” he asks, turning me on and humiliating me at once.
There’s a murmur of approval, and one asshole yells, “Don’t know, Teach, can’t see them in the bra.”
“We’ll see how the lesson goes.” His words make me nervous, but the murderous gaze he shoots at the speaker calms me slightly.
He wants to embarrass me; he wants to toy with me.
Lex played with me in front of Cillian, but there was never a real fear he would share with him.
I’m not so sure about Orion. That fashion show was never about me, so I don’t have a real gauge of how far he’s willing to go.
He doesn’t want to spoil his precious toy by letting everyone in this school touch it, does he?
“Now, I’m going to need a volunteer.” I nearly whimper, but manage to hold it back.
“Hadrian, you’re a fan of Sable, aren’t you?
Come on down.” His words soothe my fear of them sharing, but I know he likes to show off.
He’s punishing me for breakfast this morning, so I know this will be bad. Will my dignity survive after?
A silent bit of conversation passes between them.
I don’t know what’s happened since I last spoke to Hadrian, but there’s a sense they’ve come to an understanding as they silently communicate.
Eventually, Hadrian stands and walks to the front of the class, forcing me to swallow deep as I worry I may have miscalculated.
Orion pushes a stool out from behind the desk and into the center of the lecture space.
“Sit down, Hadrian.” He does, staring out at the class with an even expression that has me achingly nervous.
“Spread your legs,” he says. Hadrian’s jaw ticks, but he continues to play along as he slides his feet apart.
“Now, Sable, please go stand in front of Hadrian.” I stare at him for a moment, trying to judge what he wants from me, where he’s going with this, and how nervous I need to be, but he gives me nothing.
Next, I look at Hadrian, but he won’t even meet my gaze.
That’s when I go from worried to scared.
I stand in front of him, but not that close, and Orion circles us, standing in front of me. Then he places a hand on my bare stomach to push me back against Hadrian, whose arms automatically snap around me.
“Now, I heard a little rumor about you, Sable.”
A peek of giggles comes from the audience, and I don’t dare respond. Each noise from the onlookers only seems to drive him higher. I’m pretty sure there’s a monster driving this train right now, not a person.
“What rumor?” Parker asks the audience, and my heart drops because I know how angry he is with me.
That game was a big deal, and I let him down.
I still don’t know what happened, but there have been a lot of whispers about the big game.
He stares hard at me, like there are a million secrets between us.
The problem is, I don’t feel clued in, and his intensity is starting to frighten me.
“Sable is a premature ejaculator,” Orion says, loud and proud. The room erupts in noises of shock and laughter. My belly quakes with humiliation, and my pussy gets wet. I’m not sure if he’s right. They're the only ones who have made me come, but he is right that it's humiliatingly easy for them.
“I am not,” I finally muster up the strength to argue. I’ve been with enough guys to know that most can’t get me off, but it would be a lot better for my dignity if they couldn’t either.
“You’ve never been intimate with Hadrian, have you?” he asks, the taunt hinting at something. Hadrian's cheeks redden, and I work to figure out what he’s talking about, but there’s nothing but filthy dreams, and he can’t know about that. I blush a thousand shades of red.
“No. Not that I would have a choice in the matter, seeing as he’s one of you,” I say.
“Then he shouldn’t have any special ability or knowledge about how to make you come?” Orion asks.
“Of course not!” I accidentally let emotion slip into my voice, and that’s my biggest mistake. Orion's eyes flash; he’s so hungry because of that simple response. I’ve made things a thousand times worse for myself.
“Perfect, then if you’re not a premature ejaculator, you can prove it to us. Hadrian, please slip your fingers up Sable’s panties and make her come for the class.”
Some stupid, innocent part of me expects the relationship I’ve started to build with Hadrian to be a little bit stronger than this.
Whatever they discussed has certainly not worked out in my favor.
His strong hands skim the waistline of my skirt, flirting with the skin over and over, hardening my nipples with the sensation.
“Shit,” someone in the audience curses, and I nearly pass out at the rush of adrenaline as I realize they’re all watching, and no one is stopping this.
Skilled, musical fingers slide down until he reaches the split in my pussy.
He pauses only a moment before he rolls his fingers over my clit, and I bite down on my lip to make sure I don’t make any noises while they’re all watching me.
I look at the professor, expecting him to stop this.
He made a mistake saying yes in the first place, but he doesn’t need to let this go on.
Hadrian rubs my clit in a rhythmic circle, and a tiny gasp leaves my throat, apparently captivating the audience of both male and female students alike.
Even the red-cheeked and embarrassed ones glance up, making sure to watch.
A phone comes out, and Orion smiles wide.
“That’s great, get my whore front and center. Someone time her to see how fast Hadrian can get her off.” If I were sane, I wouldn’t be turned on right now, but every part of my body aches.
Someone else pulls out a phone, and right as I’m about to live out one of my worst humiliations, a man stands up from the back of the room and walks toward me.
I think I’ve gone insane when Orion is suddenly covered in tattoos.
Perfect skin covered by swathes of black all the way to the line of his jaw.
I blink as he approaches, and I realize they must be twins.
The first day with Orion, when Cillian called him another name, pops into my head.
That’s how he mixed them up; they’re identical.
Hadrian’s fingers keep moving, as I rack my brain for Orion’s brother’s name.
Despite my concentration, the humiliation and public display are feeding my libido instead of quenching it, and I'm sure the excitement will be enough to prove Orion correct. I’ll forever be known as Sable Briarwick, disgraced heiress and premature ejaculator.
“That’s enough,” the man whose name I can’t remember says, surprising me with a voice quite different from Orion’s. With the matching faces, I would have expected him to sound the same, but his voice is smooth, low, and gentle.
“She didn’t come yet, Brother. How is it enough? You don’t want to give her blue balls, do you?” Again, the room erupts in laughter, and my cheeks are so red they burn.
“Take your hands off her, Hadrian. This is done.”
“Soren. You’re ruining my fun.”
Much to my relief and false hope, Hadrian stops and seems to sigh in relief. How did Orion get him to play along if he actually didn’t want to?
The tattooed hottie adjusts my skirt and puts my tits away before taking my hand.
“It’s my day anyway, Orion. You went too fucking far.”
Orion smiles like he doesn’t care much, but his eyes glow with fierce anger. Orion isn’t the type who’s told no often, and even though I don’t know his brother, Soren . I can tell he’s set off a landmine, and he’s about to step away.
“You should be minding your business, Soren,” Orion grits.
“I am.”