I cross my arms over my chest. “You told me what you want to keep quiet. You want to take my virginity, and I’ll agree, but other than that, I’m not doing everything you say all year.”
His expression turns deadly as he glares at me and then he moves, wrapping his fingers around my throat tightly and slamming my back into the lockers nearby. “Clearly you misunderstood what I want for my silence.” His nostrils flare as those unique aquamarine eyes search mine. “I told you that you will be my pet for one year. It means what it sounds like. You do as I say without question if you want me to stay quiet.” A cruel smirk plays on his lips. “Even if I tell you to crawl beside me on all fours like a fucking dog, you will not question me. Do you understand?”
The firm press of his hand at my throat incites a terror that makes me feel shame, as if the twelve-year-old girl that fears him is standing here instead of the eighteen-year-old. “Yes,” I rasp, struggling to draw breath into my lungs.
“Good,” he says, releasing his grasp but keeping me cornered against the lockers. “Now, on your knees,” he demands.
My eyes widen. “What?”
“I said, on your knees.” The tone of his voice is lethal.
My heart hammers so hard against my rib cage that I’m not entirely sure it won’t break out of my body at any minute. “What for?”
He grabs hold of my shoulders and forces me down to the floor, glaring at me. “Take my cock out, and I won’t ask again.”
My stomach tumbles like a pile of bricks. “I can’t do that here, what if—”
“Now, Gurin. Or people will see.” He glances at his watch. “We have eight minutes until first period ends.”
I swallow hard and reach for the zipper of his pants, feeling disgusted with myself that my pussy is wet thinking about this son of a bitch’s cock. He may be attractive, but he’s done horrible things to me in the past, and this is no exception. In fact, this is one of the worst things he’s ever done. It’s just that in the past, it always centered on humiliating me or physically hurting me. This sexual edge to his torment is new and confusing.
He’s not wearing any boxers as his hard cock springs free, veiny and large. The first cock I’ve ever seen physically, and it seems huge to me. I don’t know what to do as I stare at the liquid beading on the tip, feeling a hotness sweeping over every inch of my body.
“Put it in your mouth,” he says, glaring down at me with those blue, hateful eyes.
“Please, don’t do this,” I plead with him, panic coiling through me.
If anyone were to see us, I’d die of embarrassment, not least because Elias is doing this to degrade me. “Open up now,” he growls, lacing his fingers in my hair.
I shudder as I open my jaw and shut my eyes, hating how hopeless I am right now. The more I push him, the more I place my family in danger. I have no choice but to accept my position as his little pet for an entire fucking year. It’s the worst possible fate.
“Eyes open and on me.” His fingers roughly yank my chin upwards. “I want you to look me in the eye while I fuck your throat.”
My eyes flutter open and the look of angry lust in his eyes shocks me to the core. Elias has always seemed so self-assured and so in control of his emotions, but right now I can read his desire a mile off, which makes no sense.
How can he hate me and want me at the same time?
“Good girl,” he murmurs, before thrusting his hips forward.
I gag instantly, the salty, masculine taste of him overwhelming my senses. My hands instinctively land on his thighs as I attempt to push the huge length of him away, but he holds firm. “Take it and don’t fight,” he breathes, his voice raspy with desire. “It will only be worse for you if you fight.”
I turn limp, obeying him as my throat accepts his assault. Slowly, he pumps his hips in and out, eyes flickering shut as he groans. “Fuck, Gurin,” he murmurs, nostrils flaring as those ice-blue eyes remain on mine. “Your throat is heaven.”
A shot of arousal floods through me at the way he’s looking at me right now, as if he wants to devour every part of me. I should be scared. After all, Elias’ main aim throughout our entire time together at SA has been to humiliate and destroy me. And yet, a part of me is aroused by his disgusting behavior. Even now, after all these years of torment, he has a power over me I’ll never understand.
Tears prickle my eyes as he rams the entirety of his cock down my throat, choking me with it. His thrusts become uneven and more frantic as he glares down at me, his face contorted with pleasure. “Such a good girl,” he purrs, making my nipples harden. “You take my cock like a good little slut,” he breathes, and despite the degrading nickname, it turns me on more. “My little slut.”
I shudder as his cock seems to swell in my mouth.
“And you’re going to swallow every drop of my cum,” he orders, eyes flashing with such powerful desire it makes me wetter than I’ve ever been before.
He laces his fingers in my hair and yanks me forward, burying his cock to the hilt in my throat as he explodes down it. I gag, struggling to breathe as he holds me there and drains every drop, making it impossible to do anything but swallow.
Finally, he yanks my mouth off of him and I gasp for air. The bell sounds and my heart skips a beat as he casually stuffs his semi-hard cock back into his pants and then yanks me to my feet with my hair. I quickly wipe away the saliva from my face and brush away the tears his ruthless assault had forced from my eyes.
The thud of footsteps entering the corridor makes me long to get away from him, but he doesn’t release me.
“Get off,” I say, trying to untangle his fingers from my hair.