Chapter 69 Reprieve
Reprieve
Eli
I tighten my hand slightly around her throat as I press my fingers against her entrance through her panties. A slight gasp escapes her. She wraps her hands around my wrists, but she doesn’t pull either of my hands away.
“Good girl.” I pulse my finger against her pussy. Her breath catches in the silence.
“Unbuckle my belt, kitten.” My whispered words sound loud in the dark.
Her hands tremble as they work on opening my belt. Her fingers brush against my hard cock where it strains against my jeans. When she moves to my button, I grab her wrists, holding them in one hand.
I pull my belt from my jeans and loop it around her hands, pulling it tight. Her breath shudders in and out, and her hands tremble in mine.
“You remember your word?” I kiss her cheek beside her ear.
“Arrow,” she whispers.
“Good. Use it if you can’t take it, kitten.” I smile in the dark, knowing she can’t see it. I love having her at my mercy. Mine to do with what I please.
She can blame Sidney for me fucking her at school. I would have waited until this evening, but then she won’t be wearing my jersey. Of course, since yesterday got a little out of hand, I’ll need to postpone my night with her.
“Such a good kitten to wear a skirt.” I lift her arms over her head and put my hand back on her throat. Her swallow moves against my hand, making me want to tighten my hold, to make her gasp for breath, to feel her struggle against me. “Spread your legs.”
“Eli, last night was a lot.” Her voice trembles.
I squeeze her throat slightly, just enough for her to feel that little catch of breath, so she knows I can cut it off if she doesn’t obey. “Spread your legs, kitten. I won’t ask again.”
Whimpering, she does as I ask. Brushing my cheek against hers, I slide my hand into her panties to cup her warm, wet pussy. So fucking wet. Always ready for me. This girl was made for us. Time to experiment and see what her limits really are.
I rub a finger over her clit. “Are you sore here?”
“No.” Her voice is breathless. Her hips rock against my hand while I work her little clit, stroking it in small circles. When she quivers beneath my hand, I slide my finger back to circle her entrance, slow languid circles like we have all day.
I press my mouth against her ear. “How about here?” My voice is barely a whisper.
She shakes her head.
I tsk and squeeze her throat. “Use your words, kitten.”
“No, Eli.”
I slide my finger inside her. She releases a breath and tenses.
“Here?”
“Yes.” She squirms to get away from the ache.
“Hmm.” I press against her walls, massaging them with my finger, feeling them tense and relax beneath my touch. When her noises become needy, I slide my finger in and out a few times as she moans softly. Her wetness coats my finger.
I squeeze her throat. “Do you want more, kitten?”
“Yes, please,” she pants as her hips follow my finger, chasing her release.
Drawing my hand out of her panties, I press my finger against her lips, coating them in her wetness. She opens and sucks on my finger, tasting herself. I pull it out. So fucking responsive. I can’t wait to spend a night torturing her until she begs me to let her come.
“Should I leave us wanting, kitten?” I suck her earlobe into my mouth. Her breath catches.
She hesitates in the dark. I wish I could see her face. It gives away her every thought and feeling. Soon, I’ll blindfold her and have her stretched across my bed, and play with her until she squirms beneath me, craving release.
“No.” She sighs.
“Do you want me to use your mouth?” Releasing her throat, I thrust my fingers into her mouth and slide them against her tongue, pressing down. She sucks on them, and my cock jerks. As much as I love her mouth on my cock, I want to bury myself in her sweet, aching cunt. “Well, kitten?”
She shakes her head, and my cock throbs. Since my fingers are in the way, I allow it.
She whimpers as I take them out and undo my pants, pulling them down enough to release my cock. I stroke her spit over me. She’s plenty wet, but it’s going to hurt her in the best way.
Using both hands, I lift her until she wraps her legs around my waist and her bound wrists drop behind my head. She tenses against me, probably expecting pain.
“Relax, kitten.” Pushing her back against the wall, I slide her panties to the side and thrust my cock deep into her cunt in one stroke.
“Eli,” she cries as she clenches around me. Her cunt pulses around me in a small orgasm. We can do better than that.
I remain buried deep inside her, letting her come down and adjust to my size. “You’re ours, kitten. I gave you a choice today, but I won’t always. If I want to be inside this tight pussy, I have every right to fuck you.”
Moving my finger over her clit, I circle it until she relaxes against me.
“If I want to give you pleasure, you’ll take it. If I want to give you pain, you’ll thank me.” I pull out before thrusting back in hard. “If I want you to beg, you’ll beg.”
A muffled cry escapes. I almost shake my head. Silly kitten. She’s holding back her cries now, probably worried someone will hear us. I lean in and kiss her, finding her teeth pressing into her bottom lip.
“Kitten, no biting.” I pinch her clit.
She cries out as I cover her mouth with mine, thrusting into her while my fingers work her clit. Her cunt tightens around me as she comes. When I bite her lip, she screams into my mouth. Her walls squeeze my cock so fucking hard.
It just makes me more aroused. Her pain. Her pleasure. It’s almost unbearable.
Her cunt milks my cock until I can’t hold back anymore and spill my cum deep inside her, thrusting a few more times before burying myself deep.
I hold her close as my cock jerks and pulses within her.
Her breathing is ragged in the silence of the closet.
My mouth claims hers as we both come down.
When I suck on her lip, an aftershock rocks through her.
Chuckling, I pull out and straighten her panties. Using the wall to hold her, I put my cock away before lowering her legs to the ground and ducking out from under her arms. She slumps against the wall while I slowly unwrap my belt from her wrists and rub them in the darkness.
“You okay, kitten?”
“Does it matter?” She turns her head away from me, even though I can only see her shadow in the dark.
This girl. I grasp her chin and turn her to face me. “Yes, it matters.”
“I’m fine.” The tone isn’t the greatest, but it’s not snippy, so I let it go.
I put my belt on and lightly knock once on the door. Jack knocks back twice to let me know it’s clear. He opens the door, and Harper brushes out past me and heads to the girls’ bathroom.
“She okay?” Jack asks.
“I don’t fucking know.” I run my hand through my hair. That’s the problem with fucking in the dark, I couldn’t see her expressions. Maybe she’s sore. Maybe she’s an angry kitty. Maybe she hates all of us. I shake my head. “She’s not good though.”
“You think it’s subdrop?” He rubs the back of his neck as he stares at the door she disappeared behind.
“Maybe. I think somewhere we fucked up.” I pat Jack on the shoulder. “We should definitely talk tonight.”
Harper
“Are you spending the night at your friend’s tonight?” Mom’s voice draws me away from stirring the pasta on my plate.
My mind is so full right now. Sex with Eli was only a little painful, but I barely noticed the pain as he pushed me over the edge and then made me come again even harder.
After cleaning up, the afternoon went by slowly. Classes dragged. The guys almost left me alone, but they were right there. Even the Cheermonsters were quiet when we made the swap.
Of course, they got in their usual sneers and called me a pet, but overall, not what I expected with the exchange. If they have something planned, it’s not this, apparently. Maybe it really is for their convenience.
I put Jack’s jersey in the wash when I got home. Then I showered and changed into the most comfortable sweats and sweatshirt I have. Now I’m picking at my dinner. My mood is still low, and I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve almost broken down into tears today.
“Harper?”
I lift my gaze to Mom. “Yeah?”
Her fork clatters on her plate. “What’s going on, sweetie? You’ve barely eaten, and this is the second time I asked you a question and you didn’t hear me.”
“Just boy nonsense.” I shrug, not wanting to go into detail because once those floodgates open, I don’t think I could stop at just telling her what’s currently happening.
I’d tell her the whole thing. Every last sordid detail.
And part of me desperately wants to tell her, because she might help me figure this out.
“Maybe you should stay home tonight.” She reaches over and covers my hand. “Call Kenz and see if she can stay with you.”
I nod, feeling those stupid, weepy tears pressing forward again. Today has been less than stellar, and this weepiness is beyond annoying. “Yeah, maybe I will. Not sure her mom will let her. She got in trouble, I think.”
Did Kenz say she was grounded, or was it just that day? Fuck, I used to know Kenz inside and out, and lately we barely have time to talk.
“You should.” She picks up her fork and takes a bite. She arches an eyebrow. “Which one of the football players is on the outs?”
I blow out my breath and shake my head. “All of them? None of them? I don’t even know anymore.”
“Harper, you can talk to me, but it sounds like you need a girlfriend right now. Let me call Kenz’s mom and explain what’s going on. Maybe we can get around the trouble.”
That makes me feel slightly better. My mom is my hero. “Thanks, Mom.”
She waves it off and talks about her work the night before.
She’s always careful not to name names of people who come in, but that doesn’t stop her from telling me about the crazy shit that landed them in the hospital.
By the time we do the dishes, I feel marginally better.
I head up to my room and work on my homework.