Thwack! His hand went up and down in a flash, slapping down hard on my other cheek.
“Oh, shit,” I heard myself groan, rolling my hips involuntarily.
“You like that?”
“Mm-hm.”
“How about this?” Zephyr’s hand slipped lower, between my legs, kneading my overheated pussy over my jeans.
Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of hearing me moan, I bit my knuckles.
“You see, Biba, I know you. I know you better than you know yourself. I can make you a queen, or I can break you into a hundred shards. I can make your every living moment miserable, or I can make you taste heaven.”
He let go of my hair and plunged two fingers into my mouth. I was like a hooked fish, my head wrenched back by my captor. It only made it hotter. I pressed back sharply on his other hand, forcing as much pressure between my thighs as I could.
“My God,” I groaned in garbled vowels around his curled fingers.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he demanded, “and I can give you the world.”
I knew I shouldn’t acquiesce. For all I knew, this guy’s family had arranged my father’s murder. I should have hated him for treating me like a plaything, for degrading me, for subjecting me to countless petty torments, but I couldn’t resist. I was in agony, needing Zephyr Williams. He’d brought me to the edge of ecstasy. I needed him to push me all the way.
“I’m yours.”
“Damn straight, you are.”
He released me, but he didn’t let me free. Before I could move from the sofa, I felt Zephyr’s hands at the button of my pants. He peeled down my jeans and underwear, jerking them to my knees.
“What are you doing?” I asked dumbly.
“What do you think?” he replied. “Giving you what you want.”
I shut my eyes again and savored the sensation of his big, commanding hands clutching my butt and spreading me. He exhaled a hot, tantalizing breath over my slippery vulva. The sensation was overwhelming. I needed his mouth so bad.
“You’ve got a sweet little virgin cunt, Biba.”
“How did you know?”
Zephyr laughed with unhidden derision. “I know an untapped filly when I see one. Don’t worry. I’m not gonna break you in tonight. I’ll take pity.”
Before I could tell him that I wanted him, that I didn’t care, that I’d been dreaming about his big dick all month, Zephyr’s tongue plunged into me.
I squealed with joy as he clamped his lips over my hole and continued thrusting that long tongue in. One of his thumbs found my clit and started tweaking it in little circles.
“Oh God, yes,” I cried. “Your mouth is so good, Zephyr.”
He didn’t answer. He just kept going, teasing my entrance and clit simultaneously. I’d never had a guy eat me out before, but at that moment, I knew I was being pleasured by a master. From deep in my core, I felt a tremulous passion building.
Zephyr understood that my orgasm was growing. He intensified his ministrations, sucking on my little bud. The fire inside me was beyond kindling. It was spreading fast. My whole body tingled. My aching breasts strained at my bra, and my mouth watered.
I let my eyes flit open momentarily, and I was shocked to see we weren’t alone.
Leaning nonchalantly against a bookcase on the opposite wall, Sol and Arvo were observing us. They neither grinned nor scowled. Instead, they simply watched with clinical intent.
They were appraising me. Planning.
But it was too late to panic or flee. My orgasm was reaching its pinnacle. My body quaked uncontrollably, such that I needed to clutch the furniture to avoid falling.
“Zephyr!” I screamed. “I’m going to … you’re making me … oh shit … I’m coming.”
Then, the world went blurry.
It wasn’t my first orgasm, but I’d never come as hard as I did in that teacher’s lounge, in the wee hours of the morning, with two boys watching the whole thing.
When I returned to earth, they were gone, and Zephyr was standing again, looking at me doubled over in front of him, my juices coating his smug face.
Chapter 19
Biba
When classes resumed on Monday, I was walking around in a daze. Not an unhappy one, mind you; I just felt like I existed outside my body.
To an extent, I was still in the foggy, euphoric state I felt in the teachers’ lounge the night before. Images kept flickering into my mind. Zephyr’s fiery expression as he took hold of me. The worn leather of the chesterfield he had held me against. The dispassionate glares from our audience, Arvo and Sol. The lights flashed in my eyes as my body was rocked under Zephyr’s ravishing mouth.
Less distinct was our parting. I remembered Zephyr’s predatory eyes on me as I blearily covered myself. I remembered him opening the door for me. And I remembered his parting words.
“You just earned yourself another life, Quinn.”