“I am deadly serious, bonita.”
She shakes her head. “People will notice.”
My smirk widens. “If you are worried about that, then you best be quiet.” I nudge her panties to one side and then slide my fingers inside of her, groaning when I feel how wet she is. “Already wet and ready for me, Gurin. Anyone would think you are just sat her fantasizing about the way I fucked your throat in this library two weeks ago.”
“You are such a pig.”
I raise a brow. “That’s no way to speak to your master, is it?”
She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip and my cock hardens in my pants, as I increase the pace of my fingers thrusting into her pussy.
“That’s right, keep that pretty mouth shut and take what I give you,” I murmur, groaning when I feel her thighs tremble. “So affected by me, aren’t you, Natalya?”
I don’t often call her by her first name and I feel a tightness pull at my gut the moment I do. This girl who I’ve hated since I was a boy, because her family tore me from everything I knew and from the only person I ever loved. And yet I want her in a way I’ve never wanted a girl. I tell myself it’s because I want to destroy her, ruin her in all possible ways. But I can’t deny the desire that coils through me when I have her like this at my mercy.
Her eyes dilate and I continue to work my fingers in and out of her, making her shudder next to me.
“Do you think people look at us and know what I’m doing to you?” I ask, my lips teasing against her ear lobe. “Do you think they know what a dirty little slut you are?”
Her breath comes harder and faster as I drive her toward her climax, reading her body like a fucking book. I stop and pull my fingers out, only to rub her clit.
She moans softly, her eyes rolling back in her head.
“That’s right, bonita, let me make you feel good,” I murmur, caught up in the moment.
Her moans are so fucking sweet. I rub her clit harder and then thrust my fingers back into her soaking wet pussy, groaning as I feel her walls cling to my fingers.
My cock throbs against the confines of my pants as the thought of being inside of her drives me insane.
“I bet you wish my cock was deep in that pussy, fucking you hard and rough while you moan like the dirty girl you are.” I lick a path up the side of her neck and then bite her earlobe, forcing her to slap her hand over her mouth to stifle her moan. “Because deep down, under all of that bravado, you want me and have done for fucking years.”
She doesn’t deny it, leaning toward me as if she wants me to make good on that and fuck her right here over the table in the library. Natalya is lost to her desire right now, forgetting where she is and who she’s with, it would seem. A dark part of me wants to take her to the edge again and then leave her there, but there’s another part of me that wants to witness the way she comes undone. A part of me that wants to learn just how she comes so I can imagine her doing it on my cock, coming apart for me.
The latter wins out as I pick up the tempo, fingering her harder and faster. Her moans are soft and quiet, but they’re audible to me. I fucking love hearing what I’m doing to her, a girl who I’ve spent years tormenting and now she’s putty in my hands.
“Elias,” she gasps.
My hand stills in her cunt and I lean toward her ear. “Wrong word, pet.”
Her throat bobs as she swallows, and she looks me in the eye, those big brown eyes of her full of need and want. “Master,” she moans softly.
“Fuck,” I murmur under my breath as my cock leaks into the fabric of my pants, continuing to take her toward the edge.
I’ve got into a habit of not wearing boxer briefs in case the opportunity with Natalya arises again. Not to mention, I’ve been so fucking horny lately. It helps when I need to whip it out in the bathroom and take matters into my own hands.
Natalya doesn’t break eye contact and neither can I. I’m locked in her fucking gaze and star-struck by her beauty. It takes my breath away as I push her toward the cliff-edge, knowing that once I make her come, then it might change everything, and yet I can’t stop myself.
“Master,” she breathes, clawing at the edge of the desk. “Oh fuck,” she mutters, a little louder.
“That’s it,” I whisper into her ear. “Make that pretty pussy come for me. I want to feel you clawing at my fingers when you come apart.”
“Shit,” she says, her fingernails digging into the wood so hard they’ll leave marks. I relish the idea of her first orgasm from me, leaving permanent marks on this table. And then a flood of liquid shoots over my hand as she comes apart, her moans growing so loud I have to slide a hand over her mouth to quieten them.
“That’s a good girl, you come so fucking nicely,” I murmur, my cock so hard it feels like I might explode in my pants at any moment.
I slide my fingers out of her as Natalya tries to recover, her red cheeks so adorable as she smooths down her skirt. She clears her throat and pretends to be reading, unable to glance around the room to check if anyone noticed.
“Look at me,” I order.