19. Mason
Chapter 19
Mason
I’m a patient man, and my next class isn’t for another two hours. I hang back just far enough to make Nim think that I’ve abandoned the chase, silently stalking her as she goes deeper into the courtyard. She slips behind one of the massive oak trees and stays there for a few minutes, as if waiting for me to appear in the courtyard. When I don’t make myself known, she eventually moves out of cover and tips her head up. Dappled sunlight plays over her face, and her body relaxes.
A guy and a girl walk past her, taking a seat a few yards away in the shade. As if she thinks this declares the area safe, she sinks down on the grass, crossing her legs and leaning her face into her hands. At first I think she might be crying, but when she takes her hands away, there’s a bitter smile on her face.
She stares moodily at the grass and starts plucking at the blades as I walk up silently behind her.
“Winters!”
She freezes when she hears my voice, and starts to scramble to her feet but I’m too fast for her. Fuck, I’m too fast for most people. “Down, girl,” I say, coming around and snapping my fingers as I point at the grass.
She can run, but I think she realizes that I’ll catch her, and that might be worse for her than just appeasing me.
I’m not supposed to be talking to her. We agreed we’d watch her for a few days, see what she gets up to. Keep her on our radar, so to speak. But I can’t help myself. Being this close is intoxicating. Plus, she gave me a fucking hard-on earlier, devouring that burrito of hers like that. Now I’m looking at her mouth and wondering what those same lips would look like, wrapped around my cock.It’s thicker than the burrito, though. I’m pretty sure I’ll make her gag.
Her eyes dart past me as if she’s looking for help, latching onto the couple sitting a few yards away. They’re watching, but as if anticipating something juicy is about to happen.
I must disappoint them when I crouch down beside Nim instead of making her beg again. Not that I don’t want to…I thoroughly enjoyed torturing her last night in the cafeteria. I missed dessert because I didn’t dare stand up with the fucking hard-on she gave me being such an obedient—and then such a defiant—little pet.
“How’d you get in here?”
She points at the stained-glass doors she came through. “Through those doors.”
I balance on the knuckles of one hand and lean in. “I love a girl with a sense of humor.”
“So she’ll laugh at your small dick instead of feeling sorry for you?”Hazel eyes more green than brown glare up at me.
“Careful, baby girl. You keep teasing me like this, and I won’t be responsible for my actions. Now tell me who sponsored you.”
Nim’s jaw clenches, but she says nothing.
“Fine, we’ll start with something easier. What did Eliza tell you?”
Nim narrows her eyes at me. “Nothing I didn’t already know.”
I chuckle, looking away. I think I’m starting to understand how Eliza feels when I’m a dick to her. It’s fucking hot having someone resist me. Usually I just have to look in a girl’s general direction and she’ll spread her legs for me.
God, now I’m remembering how tasty little Nim looked when Silas and I had her pinned in the forest, her thighs spread. I had no fucking clue what Knox was going to do to her. I even thought he would fuck her. That fantasy plays through my head some mornings when I’m jerking off in the shower. I’ve been in a handful of threesomes, but nothing like that. Jesus, thinking about it makes me want to do nasty things to her.
My gaze drops to the three inches of bare leg exposed between her stockings and the dress. Nim hurriedly snaps her legs closed, tugging at the hem of her dress like she wishes it was floor length.
Those goddamn stockings.
“It doesn’t have to be like this,” I murmur, reaching for one of her little silver bows tied to the top of her stockings. She swings her legs away from me, nostrils flaring. “Remember what happened last night? You were a good girl, and you got a treat.”
Her eyes flicker, a touch of pink on her cheeks. “I’m not your fucking dog, ” she spits out.
“Then what are you?” I drop my voice low, husky.
“I’m a human being.”
“Are you?” I tip my head, my eyes landing on her stockings again. “I don’t believe you.”
“I don’t have to prove anything to you, freak.” The acid in her words is commendable, but all she’s doing is giving me a fucking semi again.
“That’s where you’re wrong.” I look around, my hands on my knees. “See, we’re surrounded by what...ten, twenty people? Are any of them coming to your rescue, my little pet?”
Nim’s face twists into a scowl, but she has no come back for that.
“So either you prove to me that you’re a real human being with real feelings, or I’ll see how close I can get to mounting you right here on the grass before someone stops me.” I wink at her. “Spoiler alert...this wouldn’t be the first time I’ve done a girl doggy style in the courtyard.”
She must be able to see it’s not a lie, because her face pales a little. “What do you want me to do?” she snaps.
“Show me those pretty human legs of yours.”
Nim hesitates, looking at her legs, then back up at me. Her throat moves as she swallows, and then she slowly extends them. I run my eyes down them, taking in the swell of her calves, her dainty ankles. How gauzy white stockings accentuate her curves.
“Take off your stockings.” My voice is rough how I’m struggling to rein myself in.
She yanks one of her ribbons loose and drops it to the grass.
“Slowly, baby girl,” I croon. “Else I’m gonna have to do it for you.”
Nim’s fingers shake before she goes to the second side, carefully loosening the silver ribbon.
My cock starts hardening painfully inside my slacks. I shift my weight, but this position isn’t doing me any favors. I move closer until our legs are almost touching and sink down beside her, stretching my legs out. Now we’re facing off on the grass, and I can stare straight down at her as she slowly peels off her stockings.
It’s warm out here, but that’s not why I take off my blazer. I need something to hide my rock-hard dick. Nim pauses with her second stocking halfway down her leg when I slip out of my blazer and lay it over my lap. It’s big enough that I could have wrapped her in it like a blanket, but I want to see every inch of her gorgeous legs as she exposes them for me.
“All the way,” I tell her.
Nim purses her lips, but rolls her last stocking down her foot without argument. I hold out my hand, and she glares at me as she hands over both stockings. When I shove them into my blazer pocket, her eyes catch fire.
A group of students walks past, sending curious looks our way. Thankfully they don’t stop to gawk—I’m already pissed that the guy sitting nearby is spending more time looking at Nim’s legs than his girlfriend’s. But I pretend it doesn’t bug me.
“Does that look human enough to you?” she says, twisting her legs so I can get a good look. I know she’s being sarcastic, but fuck all I want to do is kiss my way up her legs and lick her cunt until she’s screaming my name.
“I don’t know, Pet...” I force my eyes away from her legs so my dick can catch a fucking break, but staring into her hatred-filled eyes is an aphrodisiac like no other. “I’m still not convinced.”
She shows me her teeth. “I’ll scream if you touch me,” she whispers furiously.
“Mmm...I’d like to hear that one day,” I tell her. “But not right now. Right now I want you to?—”
“You call this a fucking picnic?” Silas interrupts from behind.
Nim’s eyes flash up to him. If I hadn’t slapped my hand down on her thigh, she’d have bolted up and fled. Although she wouldn’t have gotten far—Knox appears behind her like a fucking magician, staring down at the two of us with an unreadable expression on his face.
Although I sent the message to both of them, I’m pretty sure Knox is cutting class for this. Silas sits on the other side of Nim, stretched out like I am. He stares down at her legs and then across at me. “Where are the sandwiches? I was hoping for more of that pastrami and rye.”
God, will neither of them let it go?
“Nim says she’s not a dog.” I shrug.
“I’m guessing she hasn’t proven her point yet,” Knox says from above. Nim flinches at the sound of his voice—as soon as Silas sat down, she wrapped her arms around her chest and tried to move away from him. But she’s out of options...especially once Knox takes a seat behind her.
He leans in, and I’m pretty sure he smells her hair because Nim stiffens up immediately. But if he doesn’t like her shampoo or something he doesn’t mention it. Instead, he reaches out and drags his fingers up the outside of her bare thigh.
“That’s strange,” he murmurs.
Nim looks straight ahead, like she’s wishing she was somewhere else. Possibly a different planet.
“What is?” Silas asks, brushing a thumb over Nim’s ankle bone.
“Last time I checked, stockings were part of the school uniform.”
I chuckle as I wrap my hand over Nim’s ankle. “That is weird. I guess you’re gonna have to write her up.”
If Knox hadn’t grabbed her shoulders and kept her seated, Nim would have been halfway across the courtyard by now. She opens her mouth, her chest puffing out. Somehow Knox anticipates that she’s about to scream, clapping his hand over her mouth before a sound can come out.
“The teachers around here don’t like it when we cause a ruckus during lessons,” Knox says. “You wouldn’t want to be responsible for all the students losing their outdoor privileges, would you?”
Nim’s eyes flash, but she gives her head a grudging shake. At least she’s learned to accept her lot. Even some of the kids who’ve lived in Cinderhart all their lives are sometimes slow to grasp just how much power a name like mine and Knox’s has around here.
“Where are your stockings, Winters?” Knox asks.
Nim’s eyes fly to me, and as soon as Knox peels his fingers from her mouth she says, “In his fucking pocket.”
“Bennett?” Knox’s black eyes move to me. “Do you have Miss Winters’ stockings?”
I laugh. “What kind of a sick fuck keeps a girl’s stockings in his pocket?”
The gleam in Knox’s eyes tells me he knows of a sick fuck just like that, but Nim can’t see his face.
“That’s defamation of character,” Silas says, trailing his fingers up her leg. “A serious offense, right, Knox?”
“Very serious.” Knox lets out a breath. “Why do you keep pushing me, Winters? Do you want me to suspend you?”
“Do it,” she mutters. “We’ll see what the dean says about how you abuse your power.”
“Oh, little Nim,” Knox murmurs into her ear. “You think this is me abusing my power?” He grabs the hem of her dress and hikes it up the side of her dress until the edge of her panties are exposed. “Let me show you what abuse of power really looks like.”