Chapter 28 #4
He starts to fuck me, using one hand to lock my head down and the other to hold my hips.
On his knees in the half-dark of the locker room—with the corpse of a person he killed lying in the shower—Ash beats me the way he did on the track.
The way he might’ve been able to do that day I was driving the stolen Stingray.
My walls are crushing his dick. Other than that, he’s got me.
I can feel his pulse in time with the echo of his words. Doki-doki, doki-doki.
G-DRAGON’S song “R.O.D.” is vibrating the walls, his rap just out of reach of my ears.
My breasts are aching, my overalls clinking as the silver buttons hit the cement floor. Ding, ding, ding. In tune with each thrust, with Ash forcing himself into my aching body.
It’s good.
So good.
This game feels dangerous, and it’s delicious. I’m so hyped-up, almost drugged with adrenaline.
“Ash…” I whisper his name like a prayer. Over and over. “Ash, fuck, Ash. Ash, Ash, Ash.”
That’s all it takes, and then he is the one surrendering to me. The lure of my voice is the Pied Piper, leading him into an orgasm. He empties in me, his body jerking and his hands clenching hard on both my head and my hip. Bruising.
Ash releases me suddenly, slumping back and hitting the lockers as he sprawls on the floor. One hand is on his forehead, his eyes closed, skin bathed in red from the single emergency light on the wall. Rain hits the skylights above us so hard that it nearly drowns out the next song.
“Caught you,” Ash repeats, with a strange, hungry melancholy.
With a shuddering, shaky inhale, I carefully turn around and sit myself on the bench.
Staring at Ash.
He opens his eyes to find me there, peering at him like a raptor.
“Alexei!” I call out, drawing my loyal husband over to help me. He was hovering nearby, canvassing the locker room for threats. “Hold him down and fuck him.”
Since we just had this conversation, I assume Alexei will understand my meaning. I don’t actually want him to mount my Doki-Doki Boy.
“It would be my pleasure.” Alexei whips around the edge of the lockers and overpowers a boneless Ash without any issue. “I hope you enjoyed the taste of my cum. If Scarlett asks twice, I might give it to you again.”
Grinning, I fix my clothes and climb to my feet, leaving Alexei to keep Ash subdued.
“This is cheating,” Ash pants, his elbows trapped in Alexei’s strong latex grip. “I caught you first.”
“Follow-through is critical,” Bohnes says, sitting on top of the lockers and knocking his booted heels against the metal. “Let this be a lesson to you.”
“Hai, sensei,” Ash drawls out, watching me warily as I walk up to my locker, pausing when I realize that Widow is standing right next to it, shoulder leaned casually against the metal wall. He appeared as magically as Bohnes did, like he’s not of this world.
“I’m going to blindfold the bastard,” I tell Widow, opening my locker and drawing out a piece of black silk.
He nods as I squat down and wrap the silk around Ash’s face, enjoying the clutch of Alexei’s latex gloved hands around his upper arms and the tap-tap sound of Bohnes knocking his boots against the lockers.
I tie the blindfold around Ash’s face and take my sweet time retrieving the next item I need, dragging out the anticipation.
Hanging from a hook inside my locker is the special item I had my girl buy and then store here for me.
A strap-on.
Yes. I sent a member of my crew out to buy one and leave it here for me. Bottle of lube in there, too. Everyone wanted to run this errand, pick out toys for their boss in the sex shop. Way more fun than guard-duty, patrolling the quiet woods in the cold.
“Ash won’t use ‘parking space’, but you will,” Widow retorts, somehow already aware of fresh goss that happened all of two seconds ago.
He really is the King. He deserves that shitty crown I asked Sticks and Manny to make for him in class.
“Apparently only to intimidate your lover into submitting. Good to know. I’ll keep that in mind. ”
Did Alexei tell him or did he hear us? Probably the latter. Stalker freak.
The door to the locker room opens, and all five of us shift, transforming into porcupines. Weapons out. Breathing hard. Ready to spill blood.
It’s Nisha.
“Principal Vaughn and the school board are outside, saying they have a walkthrough of the school planned for tonight. Sooo coincidental. You’re not answering your phone, and I want you to tell me how to handle them.
” Nisha tries to hide the fact that Hype is standing just behind her, disheveled and wearing hickeys, but it’s really fucking obvious.
I realize I’m holding the strap-on in a very obvious way, letting it dangle in front of me.
My eyes flick back to see that Ash has unsheathed his sword and is holding it in both hands, ready for trouble and still wearing the blindfold. My God.
“This is…” I begin, but Nisha simply holds up her hand, trying to keep her laughter back.
“No. No. I can figure out what it’s for just fine, thanks. What do you want me to do with Vaughn?”
The strap-on goes back in the locker, and I close it with a sigh.
“I have business with that scumbag. Send him in.” I look over at poor blindfolded Ash and give a quick jerk of my chin, indicating to Alexei and Widow that they should hide him and his bloody suit in the shower stall with the dead guy.
They do, closing the curtain behind them. Bohnes doesn’t even bother to hop down from the lockers, putting his elbows on his knees and waiting. I can see the strain in his face, even though he’s trying to hide it from me.
After tonight, I’m going to make him rest until Christmas Eve.
We have other plans then.
Arranging myself into something presentable is a challenge, but eh. This is a flex. I’m not intending for this to be pleasant or aboveboard, not tonight.
The principal appears by himself, just like I knew he would.
“Let us do the walkthrough and we’ll avoid this room,” he says straightaway, looking warily at the three men in the room with us.
It’s obvious that we were up to no good.
Rumpled clothes. Missing jacket. Wet jeans.
“Are you having some kind of…orgy in here?” The man’s nostrils flare as his seedy eyes flick around the place, like he wants what he’s saying to be true.
Hatred and rage swarm over me like dark clouds, and I sneer.
“You know what, Vaughn? I’d kill you if I didn’t have better things to do.
You won’t last five years anyway. Inevitably, you’re going to piss someone else off, and you’re going to piss them off so badly that you suffer for it.
” I lean my elbow against my locker door and point at the principal of Prescott High with my left hand, showing off my rings in the process.
“We’ve never had problems before, have we, Miss Force?
” Vaughn says, willing to lower his belly to the ground in order to avoid a conflict with me.
It’s the right attitude to have. It’s why he’s still around, because he seems to understand when it’s time to submit to a higher power.
“But the walkthrough was scheduled months—”
“You’re going to give me and my crew our diplomas.
” I look Vaughn straight in the eyes. “We’re going to graduate, and you’re going to facilitate that.
If you don’t, I will gather up all your cam girls and use the Borisov Family lawyer to take you to court.
I’ll ruin your life, and then I’ll bury you. ”
I push up from the locker, and I’m not smiling.
The room smells like blood, and I know Vaughn can smell it, too.
He shrinks away from me, eyes bouncing between Bohnes, Widow, and Alexei before landing on me again.
“I said no administrators tonight. I’m going to assume you didn’t hear me properly. Make sure you remember that when you’re filling out those diplomas. I won’t be so lenient next time.” I smile tightly and wave my hand, leaving Nisha to escort him out again.
“He’s going to tell the whole world that you were having an orgy with three dudes.
You sure you don’t want me to cut his tongue out?
Threaten him to keep quiet?” Widow asks, irritated at even the idea that Principal Vaughn might sell this rumor for a quick buck.
There are plenty of people who’d pay to hear it.
That’s sort of how Prescott works, on secrets and favors.