Chapter 19
ERYX
It’s a little after six and I’m wandering the halls after finishing my last class for the day.
I was on my way to meet Caine when I see a little raven in all black in the corner of my eye.
She’s swearing the black skirt given to all the girls and a black turtle neck.
Her entire figure on display with how her clothes mold perfectly to her body.
I want to hate her. But truly I have no reason to, if anything I should hate myself for wanting her.
She consumes my mind, has ever since I first laid eyes on her.
I want to consume her mind as she does mine.
I want her obsessed with me as I am with her.
I’m going to make her mine, fully. Even if she fights me.
Even if she refuses to admit that she wants me as I want her.
In fact, I hope she does fight me. I love her bite.
I love her mouth and that she doesn’t coward to me like all the rest. I wonder what else her mouth can do besides stand up to me.
I want to ruin her. See those pretty tears run down her face, as I completely own her.
I walk inside the lone classroom and silently come up behind her. “A little late for you to be here don’t you think?”
She startles and slips off the stool she was standing on, but I catch her. Gently placing her back down onto the floor. She steps away from me and glares back, “What the fuck are you doing here?” She asks. My favorite forehead wrinkle making an appearance.
“I asked you first Vorona.”
She lets out a breath. “Not that its any of your business, but I’m just cleaning up the classroom. Ms. Valenzuela offered some extra credit and I took it.” She turns back around to continue the task she was doing before I barged in.
“Again I ask, why are you here? Don’t you have little miss blondie to get back to?”
I can’t help but let out a laugh. “Am I sensing some jealousy?” I tease as I start walking towards her, stopping once I’m right behind her. “Does the thought of little miss blondie being with me upset you?”
“What’s there to be jealous of? I don’t care about her or about you, but I’m not in the business of being second choice, nor of breaking up homes. She was awfully handsy with you the other day. And last I checked, I’m not the one taking my exes out for a coffee.”
I step closer, crowding her space.“Does the thought of her hands on me make you upset?” I whisper in her ear.
She pushes back and turns around to face me.
“I couldn't care less about where her hands are. But I’m not going to stand here and let you make me look like a damn fool. Don’t worry about her, she’s just a blip from my past, she doesn’t matter to me.
Those were your words. Funny how you can act like a caveman when a man like Dean shows interest, meanwhile you’re out here playing the field.
And I’m supposed to just fallback and let you own me?
Let you touch me the way you do?” She scoffs jabbing her pointer finger in my chest. “I don’t know what the hell you’re used to from these other girls, but I’m not them.
You don’t get any damn claim over me or demand my whole loyalty to you, if you can’t do the same.
You don’t want to play this game with me. I play it better and I’ll ruin you.”
“Is that a threat?”
Her arms are crossed over her chest. She’s leaning on her hip. Head slightly tilted to the side. “Did it sound like a compliment?”
She tries to walk away but I don’t let her get far. I grip her arm and pull her back. I spin her around so that she’s facing the desk and I’m behind her again, then push her down so that she’s bent over the desk. I use my knee to spread her legs a part and press my body against hers.
“That fucking mouth on you baby, what am I to do with you, hmm?” I lift her skirt over her back so that her—juicy, round like a damn peach, I want to bite into—ass, is on display.
I rub circles on her cheek with my hand.
She tries to get out of my grasp but I keep her in her spot.
“Shall I spank you like the brat that you are? Leave my handprint on here as a reminder? Let you feel me each time you sit down?”
“Fuck. You. Limp dick bitch.”
“Such vile words, from such a pretty mouth. You keep that up, I’ll do more than just spank you. You like opening your mouth so much, let’s see you try and say something with a mouth full of dick.”
She’s quiet. And I know it’s killing her. I know she wants to talk back so bad, but she know’s I mean every word.
“Not so chatty now are we? What’s the matter, you don’t want my dick down your pretty throat?”
My knee is still between her legs and I can feel her try and rub her knees together. If I had to guess, I’d say my girls turned on right now.
“Here’s how it’s going to go, I’m going to spank you five times. One for every vile word you spat at me. And you’re going to count out loud. Don’t mess up though alright, or we’ll keep going until you get it right.”
I rear my hand back and bring it down over her right cheek.
Crack.
“One.”
“Look at you following directions.” Crack.
“Two.” Her back arches.
Crack.
“Three.” She pushes back on to me.
I run my other hand down her spine. “Who knew you were a little slut for pain.”
Crack.
“Fou—fuck.” A breathy moan escapes her.
“What was that?”
Crack. Crack.
“Fouuur.”
“You’re doing so good baby,” I coo in her ear. “One more, can you handle that?”
“Yes—” Crack.
I give her the last one as she finishes her answer.
“FIVE!”
She’s panting heavy now. Limp in my hold. With her head to the side, I can see the tears in her eyes.
I smooth my palm over her ass and soothe the sting.
She leans into my touch, and grinds on my leg.
My finger tips caress the apex of her thigh and bring them over the hem of her panties. “If I slide my hand in these, am I going to find you soaked?”
“Please,” She cries.
“You beg so pretty, but no this was a punishment, you’re not meant to get off baby.
” I lean down and lick the tears off her face.
“I’m going to leave you here like this. Wet and wanton.
Leave you with the reminder of me and what only I can bring you.
” I tease her, gently running my fingers over her covered pussy, feeling the warmth and wetness.
It would be so easy to slide her panties to the side and slip inside her.
I’d shove my dick so far down her wet cunt if I had less control.
Have her scream my name over and over until she forgot all other words.
Fill her with my come and watch it spill down her thigh before pushing it back inside her.
Have her walk around with the reminder of me all day.
But as much as I want to fuck her and fill her tight cunt, I need to teach her a lesson.
A lesson I hope she soon forgets, cause fuck how I love that feisty mouth of hers. No ones ever stood up to me the way she has.
I place a kiss on her cheek, then kiss and bite her neck—leaving yet another mark on her—before I flip her skirt back down.
“OW!—What the f—” She starts to say as I bite her, but she stops herself.
I smirk with the small victory I know she’s hating every minute of. “I’ll let you think on this little lesson and what will happen the next time you mouth off to me.”
I turn away and walk towards the door, but I leave her with a few more parting words.
“Oh, and Nastasya. Don’t even think about finishing yourself off. Or next time… well it’ll be more than a gentle spanking. Same goes for talking to Dean. That ends now.”
I cross the threshold of the class door and head back out down the hall. I’m running late now to meet Caine. I reach down and rearrange myself. My boner tenting my pants. I need to rub one out before I meet up with him. Can’t exactly show up with one eyed general standing at attention.
Caine’s already waiting for me when I get down to the rink. We had other plans, but after my encounter with that damn vixen, I had a change of plans. Told him to put together an exhibition. I need to let out some steam.
“What took you so long, you get lost out there?” Caine asks from the bench.
I go to sit next to him so he can start wrapping my hands. “Roman coming tonight?”
“Turn around, I’m right here bitch.” We shake hello and he takes a seat in front of me. He’s the only one who’s ever had the upper hand on me. But it’s our little secret. He doesn’t care for bragging rights.
“A little birdie outta place that’s all,” I tell him. “Who’s facing me?”
Caine nods to the other side. “Rafael, ol’ boy jumped at the opportunity when he found out you’d be his opponent.”
They’re always so eager to challenge me, be the first to defeat me. I use it as practice.
Rafael isn’t small by any means. He’s easily two heads taller, and at least 200 lbs. I love a good challenge.
Bets are placed like always and I get in facing my opponent.
“You ready to taste the canvas?”
“I’m not really hungry, but you look like you could eat some. I’ll make sure to let you take a nice long bite.”
Talking shit is just part of it. Whether they mean it or not I don’t care. Their words could never get to me. I know who I am.
The crowd circles tight around the arena, hungry for blood, hungry for me to give it to them. Rafael paces across from me, shoulders broad, grin cocky. He thinks he’s already won ‘cause he’s got height and weight on me.
Good. Let him have hope.
The clang of the bell cuts through the noise. He lunges first, fist swinging wide. I slip under it easy, ribs open, and drive my knuckles into his side. He grunts, stumbles, but I don’t stop moving. His next punch grazes my cheek, hot sting, and I welcome it. I want the pain. I want more.
I smash my elbow into his jaw. His head snaps sideways, spit and blood spraying. The crowd roars, but I barely hear them. My world narrows to him, his breath, his rhythm. He charges again, reckless, and I meet him head-on.
My fists fly, a hook to his ribs, crack to his nose. He staggers back, and I bury a knee into his gut. The impact shudders up my leg, satisfying and brutal. He folds over, gasping, but I don’t let him breathe. Another punch, another, until his knees give and he crashes to the floor.
He tries to push up, dazed and broken. I plant my boot between his shoulders and press down just enough to remind him he’s finished. The crowd erupts, heat and noise closing in, but inside me—silence.
The storm that’s been clawing at my chest all week finally breaks. My lungs burn, sweat stings my eyes. I feel steady.
I don’t smile. I just step back, leaving Rafael bleeding on the canvas.
I won. But I still can’t get her out of my mind.