Chapter 7 #2
I try to rear my head back, but that makes the tie more noticeable at the back of my neck.
He must feel me shift to move my hands because he shakes his head. "Listen to me. Keep your hands where there are, do exactly what you're told, and I'll let you go quicker than you think."
The calmness in his voice makes me panic harder. A sob bursts out of my mouth as he tightens the tie some more.
"Just let me go now…" My nails scratch whatever’s underneath my hand, and I accidentally grab onto the sheets on the desk and end up fisting them tightly enough to hear the crumpling.
He wanted fear? He has all the fear I can give. He presses even harder against me.
Until now, I'd refused to look up, but I finally do, tears rolling down my cheeks as I meet his gray eyes. They're shining with a sadism I can't translate into real thoughts. It's terrifying.
"Why are you doing this?" My words are barely audible, crushed by the distress.
His thumb keeps painting my cheek with my tears, and his attention stays fixed on them as he answers.
"Didn't you want to be here? Didn't you want that scholarship from my family? To be closer to me? In this room?" His lips graze my wet cheek. "Didn't you want to meet your idol, baby? Well, here I fucking am. Happy to oblige."
The noose around my neck tightens again.
"No!" I scream. "Please, I-I…" God, I can't stop stuttering.
"You're what?"
"I'm scared," I whisper.
His eyes snap back to mine.
"Good."
He's already between my legs, and he can probably feel them trembling against his, but he still says, "Spread a little wider."
"Achilles, please don't do this." I still do as he says.
Peach's warning from earlier rings out in my head like a punishing melody. Never, ever tell him any of your fears.
He was on the other side of the fire pit talking to that girl. I thought we were far enough that he wouldn't hear…or at least wouldn't care. He wasn't supposed to care about me.
"You're going to listen so well," he purrs. "Because every time you don't, this tie is going to get a little tighter." He brushes my lips with his. "You're going to look so pretty and scared for me."
I shake from a sob I'm trying to swallow back, biting my lower lip when he pulls away slightly. He holds the tie with one hand, his smile promising to haunt me forever.
"Pull up your skirt."
I go to shake my head but stop myself. If it goes any closer to my throat, I'm scared I'll pass out from fear. Who knows what he'll do then?
My shaky hands bring my skirt up, and I struggle to realize I'm the one doing it.
"Higher. There you go."
My chest stutters through panted breaths, my fingers painfully holding the hem of my skirt against my hips.
He chuckles softly as one hand caresses my inner thigh.
"These cotton panties are giving you an innocent look.
" Something low resonates in his chest, an appreciation I can barely clock.
"But they show how wet you are, baby. Fuck.
" He laughs, his eyes stuck on the material between my legs. "It's clinging to you."
And then he digs his icy gaze into mine. Except it's on fire, burning with excitement. "Does being scared turn you on, pretty girl?"
I choke on my own breath, no words passing my lips.
And he pulls at the tie.
"Don't," I squeak.
"Then answer."
"I don't know. I hadn't realized. Please, I just want to go home."
"Of course. Soon." He nods. "Just do one thing for me first. Give me one of your orgasms."
He presses his thumb between my thighs, right where he accused me of being wet. He drags it up, stopping where he feels my clit.
My head falls forward, landing on his chest, and the tie seems so present in this position that I force my head up again.
"Can you do that for me?" His gaze won't leave mine. And every time a new sob pushes out more tears, his lips twitch with pleasure.
The fucking asshole.
I can't get myself to answer him, and when he rubs the pad of his thumb against my clit, I give up on words completely.
Warmth spreads through me, stopping any further thoughts from forming. All I can focus on now is the electricity zapping along my nerve endings. My breathing accelerates, and he keeps a steady rhythm, so soft compared to his grip on the tie. So calm compared to my racing heart.
"Keep breathing for me. You're doing really well," he says gently.
Breathing? With this thing around my neck?
My body tingles, but every time I try to give him what he needs, the situation stops me. I'm too scared, too out of my depth.
"I c-can't…please. Please, just let me go," I pant through a shiver.
"Aw, Nyx." His lips come to the skin below my ear, but the steady rhythm of his thumb against my panties doesn't falter. "It's like you're not even trying, baby." As he nibbles my earlobe, a moan escapes me. "Focus on the pleasure I'm giving you, not on the fear. The fear is for me."
As soon as he says that, he slips his hand inside my underwear, and I truly feel the extent of my wetness when he presses a finger inside me easily.
"Shit," he hisses. "Who fucking knew you'd be so perfect for this."
I shake my head, denying the fact we fit together in this moment, but the second he pulls out and slips back in, my entire body shakes. And against my will, my hips thrust forward, searching for more of what he's offering.
"There she is." He chuckles. "Keep going."
We both do. He pushes a second finger in, and I cry out at the intrusion.
This is fucking heaven.
Every second of pleasure I take is a piece of myself he's stealing.
My moans are stupidly loud, my back tensing at the bliss.
I feel my muscles tighten, my entire focus zooming in on one thing only, the pressure between my legs.
His thumb caresses my clit over and over again, his fingers pumping mercilessly.
"Oh, fuck…fuck, fuck…" I pant. "Don't stop."
Before I know what's happening, the knot on the tie is against my throat, cutting off my breathing. Fear floods my veins at the same time as something explodes within me, and the contradiction makes me lose my mind.
I come so hard, I fall forward completely, screaming his name as my head hits his chest. My body coils, my knees pressing against his hips, and the noose tightens again.
His fingers disappear. I can't catch my breath. Everything is happening at the same time. He pushes me back, and I land awkwardly against the wall behind the desk as he takes his cock out in a rush.
"Don’t move," he growls, holding the tie like a leash.
I’m hyperventilating, the room tilting from the intensity of the orgasm. My vision narrows on his hand frantically stroking his dick. The slickness of my orgasm on his fingers mixes with his pre-cum. His breath hitches just as white ribbons shoot onto my cotton panties, and reality slowly settles.
"Fuck," he rasps as he catches his breath.
I blink up at him, still panting, half lying-half sitting on his desk. His phone appears out of nowhere, as if I'm losing sense of time.
"Don't," I mumble weakly, tears still wetting my eyelashes.
A flash, and it's gone again.
He zips his jeans back up, smirks at me, and slowly undoes the tie.
The room comes back into focus, along with the music from the party downstairs. And the tie disappears entirely, thrown to the floor.
He doesn't even let a silence settle, stepping back and grabbing a t-shirt laying on his bed. I'm stuck in place. What the hell happened? He tricked me into staying, threatened me. He scared me to death… He made me come.
"What are you doing?" I ask weakly as I rub my neck. I'm still struggling to breathe even though he didn't stop me from doing so. Even when it was at its tightest, I was choking only from my orgasm.
"Going back to the party," he explains casually. He runs a hand through his messy hair, checks his phone, and finally looks at me. "You can go now."
I could faint at how violently my heart crashes to my stomach.
"G-Go?"
He laughs softly, coming back to the desk. Pushing my fringe out of my eyes, he wipes some tears left on my cheeks with both his thumbs.
"You did good. You're free to leave."
"But you just—" I cut myself off, not knowing how to finish the sentence.
"Just what? Finally gave you what you and your other groupie friends dream of?"
My brain short-circuits. Is that what happened? Is that what I wanted? I have dreamed countless times of having sex with Achilles Duval. But the threats…the tie. The fear. That's not how I wanted it to happen.
When I can see straight again, he's already by his door. "Listen very carefully, Nyx. If you got sent to SFU with any intention to ruin my life—hell, with any plans regarding me, just remember what I'm capable of, and think again."
Plans? To ruin his life? What the hell? I never even thought I'd get within his vicinity. And I didn't get sent here by anyone. I fought for it. I'm about to say that but realize he's already gone.
Just like that…my idol turns out to be the worst person at this college.