20. Knox
Chapter 20
Knox
I haven’t been able to get Nim Winters out of my head since last night. Which is fucked up, because I’ve tormented students before and never thought twice about it. Is it because she knows about Lorenzo? Or is it the fear and the hatred in her eyes that keep me up at night?
It’s genetic, feeding off that fear. That hatred. It makes me concerned about my future, about what I might let myself become if I don’t control this obsession of mine.But at the same time, I have this inexplicable urge to explore just how far I can push her, us.
I never thought Nim could provide such a perfect opportunity for them to showcase their allegiance...but this girl keeps surprising me.
Like how she’s keeping her composure? Students are watching us gang up on her, and except for that defiant scream she tried to unleash, she’s taking every inch of punishment we’re sending her way.
Time to push the envelope.
Mason shifts, adjusting his blazer a little. I wondered why it was off—it’s warm outside, but not unseasonably hot. Now I’m suspecting he has a hard-on. Guess Nim has that effect on him too. Silas is more cool headed. Which pisses me off for some reason. I don’t know why, but I want him to feel as out of control as I do right now. As I’m sure Mason does.
He’s always calm and collected in the moment—it’s in the aftermath where he comes undone. Questioning himself, questioning us. Our plans.
This will be a learning curve for him. He keeps forgetting that he’s one of us now. We’ve made it clear that he’s as much a Serpent as either of us.
“Take off your blazer,” I tell Silas.
He glances over at me, that familiar scowl on his face. But he doesn’t openly question my command—which is good. I don’t want Nim to think we’re divided on this. On anything. Silas shrugs off his blazer, smoothing a hand over his silver vest before draping his blazer over his lap like Mason.
“It’s a pity you’re not wearing your stockings,” I tell her as I lean away and slide out of my blazer too. “They would have kept those pretty little legs warm.”
“I have to get to class,” she blurts out.
“No you don’t,” Silas says, sounding bored with her pathetic excuse. “We have a copy of your schedule.”
Nim says nothing, but from the way her shoulders stiffen, I assume she doesn’t like the fact that we’ve taken such a strong interest in her academic life.
As I swing my blazer forward and drape it over her legs, Silas says, “Accounting…Are you good with numbers?”
Nim grabs my blazer and tries to pull it off her legs, but Mason and Silas move in tandem, grabbing either end and holding it down so she’s covered up from ankles to knees. “What are you doing?” she whispers, and for the first time since Silas and I arrived, I hear a thread of unease in her voice.
“You didn’t answer him,” Mason says, and pinches her thigh.
“Ow!” Nim moves her leg again, and then snaps out, “No, okay? I’m shit at numbers.”
“Then why choose it?” Silas asks, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Or are you just a sucker for punishment?”
“I, I didn’t?—”
“I’m good with numbers,” Mason rumbles. “For example, you have three holes, and there are three of us, right?”
I look over in shock when Silas lets out a genuine laugh. “Spot on, Bennett,” he says. “Problem is, we need to determine placement.”
“Oh, that’s easy.” Mason leans over with his other hand and drags his nails down Nim’s scarred thigh, leaving four red lines behind. “It’ll work on a rotation basis, see?”
Fuck this. I’m not nearly close enough to this action. I unlace my shoes, putting them neatly behind me, and then slip my legs around Nim’s body, resting them on either side of hers.
The girl sitting with her boyfriend a few yards away whispers, “I can’t watch this.”
Her boyfriend groans. “But it’s just getting?—”
She shushes him, and a few seconds later they walk away. We’re still not alone—two guys are tossing a football to each other not ten yards away—but now we have the dappled shade of the oak tree all to ourselves.
I like the idea of filling Nim’s holes on a rotation basis too, but I’m more interested in seeing what she’s going to do. So as soon as I have my legs beside hers, I shift forward until my dick is right against her ass, and I slide a hand under her arm while she tries to fend off Silas and Mason’s hands on her legs.
Her body goes rigid when I hike up the skirt of her dress right to her fucking hips. With the blazer over her legs, I doubt anyone can see much, but we’re close enough to the path that if someone were to walk past, they’d be able to answer my next question with accuracy.
“Are these white?” I ask, snapping the band of her rose-pink panties. There are little pawprints over the fabric, the elastic hem topped with white lace. They’re possibly the sexiest pair I’ve ever seen, but maybe that’s because they’re so thin that when I rest my chin on her shoulder, I can clearly see a dark patch of curls beneath the fabric.
Nim grabs the hem of her dress and tries to yank it down. Mason and Silas grasp her wrists and pin them into the crook of my hips, making me shift at how close they are to my dick.
“He asked you a question,” Mason says.
“What are you, color blind?” she snaps, finally relenting. And then, as if fearing our wrath, adds, “They’re pink.”
Fuck, her defiance is getting me hard again. I don’t understand how she can have that level of control over me, but that’s something I’ll mull over tonight while I jerk off.
“Yet the dress code stipulates only white underwear should be worn,” I say.
Nim lets out a bitter laugh. “Please. No one can expect?—”
I grab the side of her underwear and twist it cruelly. I hear a few threads snap, and Nim gasps as the fabric cuts into her plump hip. “Are you calling me a liar, Winters?”
“No,” she whispers. “I...I didn’t know.” Not as contrite as I’d have liked, but it’s a start.
I look up at Mason, then Silas. Mason has a wicked gleam in his amber eyes, and from the way his blazer is tenting in his lap, I’m pretty sure he’s got a bigger hard-on than I do. Or Silas, for that matter. Silas looks down at Nim’s underwear, then back up at me, eyes wide.
We stare at each other for a second, not blinking, and then Silas lets go of Nim’s hand. She immediately tries to wrench my hand away from her underwear. I snatch up her hand and shove it under Silas’s blazer, forcing her fingers around his dick before he can do more than flinch at the touch.
“Settle down, Nim,” I hiss into her ear. “Think we won’t run a train on you behind that oak tree?”
Nim’s stiff arm slackens, and her chest hitches. Is she crying? But when she speaks, there’s only bitter anger in her voice. “You’ll rot in prison for what you did,” she says. “I’ll make sure of it.”
We all laugh, even Silas.
“No, Winters. The only thing you’re going to make sure of is that both my friends come before you do.”
She turns her face to gape at me, putting our mouths less than an inch away from each other. And God, I almost kiss her. But with my hands still wrapped around hers, forcing her to hold onto Silas’s dick, I can feel how a pump of blood thickens him up, and it pulls my attention away from Nim’s sweet, needy little mouth. I make her squeeze Silas, and again feel his cock throb through her grip.
“You heard me,” I growl, pushing her face away with mine so I can nip at her earlobe. Her array of diamond studs clatter over my teeth, and I hook one of them, tugging.
When I look up, Mason’s staring at me with hooded eyes. The wicked gleam is gone, replaced with something much darker. Much...hungrier. He lets go of Nim’s hand, his fingers sliding away from my hip, and I cup my hand over hers, guiding her under Mason’s blazer. This was nothing like what I just did to Silas. That had been a quick flash of movement, an adder strike.
My heart is accelerating in my chest, a heavy feeling of foreboding pressing down on me. This is so fucking wrong but I can’t help but push this as far as it will go before someone breaks. I expect Mason to push me away, but he opens his legs a little wider, giving Nim easier access to his dick.
I slowly wrap Nim’s fingers around it, immediately struck with how much harder it is than Silas’s. Then again, I’ve always known he was a horny fuck.
Nestling my face into Nim’s neck and catching a big hit of her girly smell, I force her to squeeze both Mason and Silas’s dicks through their pants. “Do you know how to do this?” I whisper into her ear.
“F-fuck you,” she murmurs. I nestle harder into her neck, and she tries to twist away from me. Fuck, I so badly want to touch her, but I know the moment I let go of her, she’ll pull away from Mason and Silas.
“Take them out,” I say, sending Mason and Silas a quick glance. “I’ll make sure she understands what’s expected of her.”
Nim’s body shudders when I pull her hands away. Her fingers curl into little fists, but I push my thumb into those tight bundles and force her fingers to open. Mason is the first to take his dick out. He does it with a speed and discretion that makes me think he’s done this plenty of times before. Silas fumbles a little, but he’s right behind Mason.
Looking at us, it’s obvious there’s shady shit going on, but no one can see whether they have their dicks out or not. It’s only the four of us that truly know what’s going on underneath their blazers.
Nim’s breath catches when I wrap her hands around Mason, then Silas’s dick. God, I was right. She really does have small hands. But neither guy has a small dick, either. And as soon as I make Nim pump them, both grow even bigger and harder.
Christ, this feels so fucked up. I squirm, pressing my raging hard-on into Nim’s back, that pressure sending a hard ache through my balls. “Nice and slow,” I tell her, my lips brushing the shell of her ear. “Keep a steady rhythm.”
I do it exactly how I would myself—hard but slow strokes. Building pressure and momentum. Nim’s little hand gets lost in mine, and as we move, my fingers touch more dick than I’d been anticipating. But when I risk a look at Mason and Silas, both their eyes are closed, Mason’s jaws bunched, Silas’s slack. I press into Nim again, and she gasps softly, trying to wriggle forward.
Fuck that, I’m not going to be the only one not getting some fucking action. I’d already have her on her knees, legs spread and my dick up her ass if I could bear anyone seeing that much of her plump flesh.
I slip my hands off hers, grab both sides of her panties, and drag them down to her knees. I hear Mason groan in dismay as soon as she takes her hand off him, and Silas mutters a pissed off, “Fuck!”
“The sooner you make them come, the sooner you can go,” I tell her, grabbing her hands. I force her to hold their dicks again, catching Silas’s scowl as I make her pump him. Harder this time, almost at the point of pain. His eyelashes flutter, and he reaches under his blazer, wrapping his fingers over mine as if he wants to pull us both off his dick. Then, our eyes still locked, he tightens his grip. Nim whimpers, her fingers trapped as Silas forces us hard over his shaft. Again, again . Fierce, brutal jerking motions that must hurt like fuck.
My hard-on feels like it wants to tear through my pants. I wrench my hand away, desperate to feel if any of this is getting Nim even a little wet. But then Mason fumbles over my hand, grabbing Nim and me and pressing us against his dick.
I show her how it’s done again, but this time I only give Mason’s dick a single pump before I take away my hand. Nim’s going to keep fighting this unless I give her a reason to see this through...so I slide my hands between her thighs and wrench her open.
Mason and Silas groan in tandem, and I’m not sure if that’s because of the perfect view of her spread open pussy, or because she’s jerking them off just right. I don’t care—I drag my fingers through her folds and sink the first finger of each hand inside her.
“Christ, you’re dripping wet,” I groan. “You like getting off two guys at once, don’t you, you fucking slut?”
Nim makes a choking sound, her body trembling as I use both thumbs to toy with her clit. The patch of curls on her pubic mound tickle my palms as I sink deeper inside her.
God, how I wish we were alone right now. Which makes zero fucking sense, because this was all about humiliating her, showing her just how much we can abuse our power. Right?
Right?
“I’m getting close,” Silas mutters, and when I look over at him he looks seriously pissed off at the fact that it’s almost over.
I look at Mason. He’s barely keeping his eyes open, his gaze glued between Nim’s legs as I finger her for their viewing pleasure. I slip my fingers out, using those soaked digits to spread her folds open. Mason groans like he’s already coming.
“Can you fuck her?” he asks, his voice tight and his eyes shadowed as he looks up at me.
“Not here.”
“I’m going to hurt you for being such a fucking tease,” he says to me. I don’t know what confuses me more, the fact that he looks serious, or the fact that I’m intrigued to find out what he’d do to me.
“You think I’m enjoying this?” I hiss, holding Nim’s pussy open with one hand so I can shove my other finger into her wet slit. The sound it makes sends another pump of blood into my already aching dick. “At least you’re getting off.”
“Harder,” Mason says, and I have no idea if he’s talking to Nim or me.
“Rub her clit with your thumb,” Silas instructs. “I want to see her come on your hand.”
Jesus fucking Christ. I’m about to come in my goddamn pants. I push against Nim, and she whimpers like I’m inside her, not just pressing up against her. I use my thumb to massage her clit, and she throws her head back against my chest, collapsing against me like her spine has melted.
Mason groans again, and I see his arm bunching. He’s obviously been guiding Nim now that I’m not there to show her how it’s done. Which is good, because he can time his climax with hers. Although I doubt she’d even appreciate it—when I look down at her face, she’s so fucking blissed out, I doubt she knows what planet she’s on.
God, I wish I’d chosen a more private spot to do this in. Then I wouldn’t have had a qualm about bending her over and fucking her proper.
This will do for now...but like Mason said, I’m going to hurt her for teasing me like this.
And I’ll make sure Silas and Mason are both there to watch.