Chapter One #2
I move on to Geoffrey’s ring finger, but I don’t take the nail. Instead, I hover over it for a moment, and then I step back to look at him. Snot and tears are coursing down his face and he can barely speak through the pain and terror.
“You know what to do, don’t you Geoffrey,” I say in a voice that is almost soothing, but which still holds a hint of threat.
“You tell the dean that it was all down to you and that you forced the others to help you and cover up for you. I’m not sure he’ll believe you, mind, but he will be happy to have an excuse to close this whole sorry chapter. ”
Geoffrey nods enthusiastically, hearing the promise of an ending in my words.
“Which reminds me,” I add and Geoffrey looks at me apprehensively. “What will you say Geoffrey, if anyone asks you how you hurt your finger?”
“Ah— ah— a lacrosse accident,” he stutters. I am surprised at Geoffrey’s ability to think so quickly, especially given the circumstances, but I just nod.
“That’s great Geoffrey,” I say, “given that your little finger is only one out of ten and I know where to find the other nine any time I like.”
Blood is dripping from Geoffrey’s finger onto the chair arm and the ground, and I shake my head and make a tutting sound with my tongue.
“You are a messy guest aren’t you Geoffrey,” I say. “I will get someone to come down and clean you up a bit before they show you out.”
Mission accomplished. Almost.
I need to go and take a shower and I’d also love to do something about my almost rock-hard cock.
***
When I get upstairs the boys are slouched around the lounge room on various armchairs. Shawn is on the sofa and Tilly Powell is half-lying next to him, her head almost in his lap. The stub of a joint is hanging from her slack fingers. Shawn’s half-lidded eyes tell me she didn’t smoke it alone.
Tilly is in Shawn’s sister, Erin’s college and is studying drama.
It’s a good choice as she has always struck me a bit of a drama queen, and she loves being the center of attention.
I know that she also knows that my dad is huge in the TV and film industry.
She has made it blatantly obvious, every time we meet, that she is willing to do anything to get close to me as a way in to my dad’s influence.
Only the material of Shawn’s pants separates her blonde head and luscious lips from his cock.
I feel mine jerk in an involuntary reaction.
“You guys can get downstairs cleaned up now,” I say. “Show our guest out and make sure no one sees you doing it.” For a moment, Shawn looks as if he is going to object, but one look from me and he jumps to his feet, and the others follow him.
Once they are gone, I sit down next to Tilly, taking Shawn’s place. She looks up at me with sly eyes and doesn’t attempt to sit up.
“Hey Zander,” she drawls. “What’s up?” She smiles suggestively as her eyes drift to my tented crotch.
I don’t find her particularly appealing. But she is here, and willing.
I don’t answer, I just lean in and kiss her roughly. She kisses me back, her kiss as hungry as mine. I pull back and stand up. I take her hand in mine and pull her up to lead her towards my room.
I growl in my throat and close the gap between us. I start to pull her clothes off not caring what is ripped or torn, as we head towards the bed. There will be no foreplay. I already did that in the cellar. Tilly will have to take me straight away and I will make her come with my cock alone.
By the time I have finished stripping off, Tilly has gotten onto the bed and is kneeling on it looking at me.
I get on and push her backward, so she is on her back.
I grab her thighs and push them open, before slamming into her with no preamble.
She cries out as my cock fills her and stretches her cunt out.
Then she bites her lower lip and looks into my eyes, and I see all the hope she has that this is the start of something more meaningful.
I almost laugh at the thought and the idea of disappointing her turns me on even more.
I still want to push her to the edge though, so I keep slamming into her.
She’s wet now and thrusting away with me; her cunt taking me and loving every second of it.
I push my hand between us and fondle her clit, bringing her to the edge of her climax.
I wait until I know she’s about to hit it and then I take my hand away and wrap both hands around her throat.
I make sure I squeeze hard enough to slow her breathing. I see the flutter of panic in her eyes, but she does nothing. I keep the pressure on her neck, and keep pounding into her. I feel her cunt clench and her back arches.
She presses against me as she comes silently, because she doesn’t have the air to cry out.
I watch her carefully and when I see the light starting to go out in her eyes, I relax my hold on her ever so slightly.
I let her take in a long shuddering breath and then I tighten my hold again.
Now, she starts to panic. She reaches up and tries to pull my hands away, but I am way stronger than she.
I up the pace of my thrusts hoping I’m not far from orgasming myself as I’m already getting fucking bored as shit.
After a few seconds, I slip out of her and roll to the side. Her breath is coming in gulping hitches and there are tears in her eyes, but she says nothing.
“Cut!” I say in a parody of a film director. “Don’t be here when I get back, doll,“ I continue, deadpan and with the accent on the last word.
I get up and walk towards the shower room.