Chapter Twenty Nine
Bast’s mouth fastened around my clit, sucking gently and I gasped for breath, gripping at my bed covers for some kind of stability. What was happening to me, I wondered dimly. I was supposed to be a good girl, the perfect wife, and here I was being pleasured by a man I barely knew. He licked all over my pussy, cleaning up my cum from before and the very idea of it had me panting.
He reached up, grabbing my hand and pulling it down between my legs.
“Touch yourself again,” he ordered, guiding my fingers to my clit as he slid his tongue inside me.
The sensation of his tongue and my fingers working in tandem was beyond anything I could ever imagine. Heat surged through me, pooling in my belly and between my legs, as if stoked by the fervour of his tongue and the relentless pressure of my fingers.
Bast growled low in his throat, the vibration echoing through my core and causing me to buck against his mouth. He pulled back slightly, slapping my thigh hard enough for it to sting. ”Stay still,” he ordered in a low, commanding voice.
His command rendered me motionless, but the tension inside me continued to build unbearably. My vision blurred as I strained to keep myself under control. ”Bast,” I gasped, ”please…”
”Please what?” he asked.
”I need…” I broke off, not knowing how to put into words the desperate craving that consumed me.
“Say it, Paige.”
“I need to come again,” I said, shame turning my cheeks pink. “Please Bast, make me come again.”
“Good girl,” he said. “Such a good little slut asking for permission.”
I felt myself blush even more at his words, but somehow they only made me feel prouder, stronger. They were dirty and wrong, but they made the heat inside of me burn brighter. His tongue returned to my core with renewed vigour, tracing over my sensitive flesh as I continued to stroke my clit under his watchful gaze.
My body reacted violently, bucking in time with his motions despite his previous command for me to stay still. I gripped the sheets beneath me tightly in an attempt to anchor myself as he pushed me closer and closer towards the edge. My vision started to blur and my mind grew fuzzy as that telltale coil in my belly tightened once again.
”Bast,” I whimpered, desperately needing release but fighting against it all the same. He ignored my plea this time, instead opting to quicken his pace. The sound of his tongue lapping up my juices and our heavy breathing filled the room.
I felt a finger join his tongue, curling inside of me and brushing against a spot that made white-hot pleasure course through my veins. ”Bast!” I cried out, my back arching off the bed as waves of pleasure crashed over me. My body convulsed around his finger and tongue as he coaxed every drop of pleasure out of me.
He pushed two fingers inside me, curling them upwards until they found that sweet spot within. I screamed as pleasure washed over me; it was too much, too intense. He didn’t stop though, continuing to lick and suck at my clit while pumping his fingers inside me.
I writhed and moaned uncontrollably beneath him, feeling another orgasm start to crest. ”Bast—” I gasped. “I”m going to come again.”
He pulled away, getting to his feet, standing between my legs and looking down at me. I gazed up at him, watching fascinated as his hand moved up and down on his cock.
“Keep touching yourself, Paige,” he ordered, his voice rough. “I want to see you come again.”
I did as he asked, my eyes on his hand as he rubbed his cock faster. God that was so fucking hot, seeing his hand slide up and down his length like that. I remembered the feel of his dick sliding into my mouth, and suddenly wanted to taste him again.
“Fuck Paige, you are so hot,” he groaned. “I’m going to come all over you, little whore.”
“Yes…” I gasped, my own release creeping closer.
”Watch me,” he commanded, his hand moving faster. I did, my eyes glued to the sight of him pleasuring himself. Something about it was so raw, so erotic that it only served to fuel my own desire.
My fingers moved faster on my clit, the pressure building to a boiling point.
”Look at you,” Bast murmured, his voice thick with lust. ”So wet for me, Paige. So desperate to come.”
I could only moan in response, my mind consumed by the pleasure he was giving me. My hips bucked involuntarily against my hand as the familiar coil tightened within me once more.
“Fuck,” I cried out, and with a groan, Bast came, hot spurts of cum landing on my belly and breasts, dripping down between my legs to mix with my own release. It was dirty and sinful and I loved every second of it. Seeing him come undone like that... for me, it was the final push I needed.
”Bast!” I screamed as another orgasm tore through me. My body shook with the force of my climax, and Bast watched me fall apart once again. I collapsed against my bed, fighting for breath, as the tremors subsided. I felt a warm, damp cloth move over my skin, and I laid there quietly as Bast cleaned us both up.
He had already tidied himself up, and I felt strangely vulnerable as I lay there naked, with him fully clothed.
“I need to go and check on Tristan,” Bast said, and my heart sank a little. He was just going to leave? After everything?
“Of course,” I said, trying not to let my voice waver. I mustn’t have done a good job though, because he sighed. He reached for a blanket at the end of the bed, and draped it over me.
“Paige, this is just… you know it’s only for this year, don’t you? Once the school year is over, the contract is complete and that’s it. It’s an arrangement, nothing more.”
“I know,” I said, though my throat felt tight.
“Good. Let’s not let it get complicated.” He smiled down at me, though it didn’t quite reach those impassive dark eyes of his.
“The second trial is tomorrow night. I’ll pick you up at eight. You can get changed at the clubhouse and we’ll probably spend the night there too. Everything you need will be provided, so you won’t need to bring anything.”
I nodded. “Ok.”
“Ok.” He hesitated as if he was going to say something else, but then turned and walked out, closing the door quietly behind him.
Suddenly the room felt very quiet. Not wanting to deal with any thoughts that would probably start racing through my mind, I got up and put on some music, turning it up loud. It occurred to me that the people on either side of my room had probably heard everything, and I felt my face heat at the thought. Though considering tomorrow night I was actually planning to perform some sexual act in front of about sixty students, I guess I should get used to the idea of people hearing me come. I should have asked Bast what we were doing tomorrow night.
I picked up my phone and texted him.
What are you going to make me do tomorrow night?
The reply came back almost immediately.
Nothing you haven’t done before.
Slightly reassured, I laid the phone on the bed. I knew it was only a matter of time before I would have to go all the way with one of them, but although I wasn”t as sentimental about it as some people, I didn’t want to have to do it in front of everyone. Would Bast let us do that part in private? I hoped so.
With my thoughts threatening to spiral, I got up and went to have a shower. The water was actually hot for once, steam curling up from the drain and fogging the mirror. I stepped in, letting the water cascade over my body, washing away the remnants of Bast”s touch. It felt oddly symbolic, like I was trying to cleanse myself of something more than just his cum. He was way too charming, and persuasive, but in the space that remained when he left, it was my mother’s words that kept coming back to me.
Whore. Slut. Worthless little bitch.
I scrubbed hard, trying to wash away not just the sticky remnants of our encounter but also the lingering shame and guilt that came with it. It was no use though. They clung to me like a second skin, a constant reminder of what I had agreed to do for the next year. What had I done? I couldn’t take it back now. They’d given me every chance to say no, and I’d accepted this indecent proposal anyway, swayed by three seductive men who made my heart race. My mother was right, I was just a little slut.
Shame and hatred flowed through me, like black ink in water, turning everything that had felt clear, dark and murky. Tears began to fall, as my mother’s voice spoke in my head.
Stupid little whore, opening her legs as soon as you got any attention, they don’t really like you, you know. You’re just a body to them, just a pussy to stick their cocks into. Why would they like you? You’re boring and stupid and worthless….
“Shut up!” I cried out, sinking down onto the shower floor. I sobbed, the sound echoing painfully through the tile and steam, but the voice never went away, bertating me, shaming me, making me force the truths I liked to hide from. The truth about my pathetic, worthless existence. I would never ever be good enough, and I’d never escape her.
I stayed there on the shower floor, my skin pruned, my eyes swollen with tears. My throat was sore, my head ached from crying and I felt like a ragged, used doll. The water continued to fall, washing down my body, removing all physical traces of Bast, but it couldn”t cleanse me of the filth in my soul. I lay there, chilled to the bone and utterly numb inside. This was reality now. This was the bed I had made.
Pulling myself up, I wrapped myself in a towel and stumbled to my bed, collapsing onto it. The room spun as I closed my eyes, the weight of everything pressing down on me and making it hard to breathe.
A soft noise at the door had me pushing myself up and looking round. It went quiet, and it took me a moment, but then I saw it. Another red envelope. I went even colder. For a few minutes, I just sat there, looking at it, as though I could make it vanish with my thoughts. Eventually though, I knew I had to face it.
I got up from the bed, wrapping my towel tightly around me, and picked it up. Taking a deep breath, I opened it, unfolding the paper inside. It was typed as always, with no way of telling who it was from.
I saw you, Paige. I watched you giving yourself to him like some cheap plaything. How could you degrade yourself with such filth?
He doesn”t love you. He”s just using you, and you”re too blind to see it. You disgust me now, letting him defile you. But don”t worry—I won”t let him tarnish you any longer.
You need saving, Paige, whether you realise it or not. And I’m the only one who can do it. I will end this, end him, if I must. For us.
Shit. I folded it back up and stuffed it back in the envelope, ice wrapping around my heart. Slowly, I crossed the room and opened my desk drawer, adding it to the bundle of red envelopes inside. What could I do? University security didn’t believe me, and the police just thought it was a prank. Should I tell Bast? It did threaten him after all, but then he’d threatened Tristan too and nothing came of that. Tristan was fine, except that stomach bug. No, I decided. I wouldn”t tell Bast, he’d made it very clear that this was a business arrangement and nothing more. I wouldn’t tell Kate either, she’d just worry. No, I needed to fix this myself. I just wasn’t sure how.
I felt sick at the thought. This person, whoever it was, had clearly just watched Bast and me… together. He must have been standing outside, watching through the window. I looked outside, but there was nothing to see, just the trees that surrounded the university complex. He must have hidden in them. I studied them carefully. Was he still there? I didn’t see anything, but I couldn’t be sure. I grabbed the strings for the blind and yanked them down, closing the blind completely. How many times had he stood there watching me? I shivered.
At least this had ruled out Bast. Which just left Nate. Could it be him? My silent rescuer? I just couldn’t see it, and there was always the chance it was someone I didn’t even know. I wasn’t sure what was scarier.
Still shaking, I got dressed as quickly as I could and went out. I needed to be away from the apartment, far from prying eyes. My heart pounded against my ribs in a steady rhythm of fear as I walked aimlessly around the university grounds. Was he watching me now? Following me everywhere? Surely he had to eat and sleep though, he couldn’t be there all the time.
I pushed open the door of the mini supermarket. I didn”t have much money left, but I had a little, I was really craving the comfort of chocolate. I grabbed a bar from the shelf, and headed to the till, but something caught my eye and I hesitated only a moment before taking it too.
The shop assistant was a friendly undergrad with brown hair and green framed glasses, and she chatted to me as she scanned the items. I nodded and smiled, uttering polite responses when it was called for, but my mind was elsewhere. The fear had ebbed away slightly, replaced by a burning anger. How dare he? How dare he invade my privacy, make me feel unsafe in my own home, make me question every shadow and noise?
I paid for my items, and headed towards the door. Pausing, I turned and slipped down one of the aisles, out of sight from the door. With shaking hands, I pulled out the five inch kitchen knife I’d just bought, and opened the packaging. I left the packaging in the carrier bag, but slipped the knife into the pocket of my jacket. This guy might be completely harmless, but he might not, and I was not going to let him scare me any longer. If he came for me, I was going to put up a damn good fight.