Page 79 of Oblivion

Last night, the guilt almost seemed like too much to bear, but now the feeling is still there, but it’s manageable, and I have no idea how to feel about that. Last night, I begged him to punish me, not a nameless, faceless guy at a party who had the misfortune of stumbling into a game I lost, and he refused. But does this mean that expulsion will be the extent of the guy’s punishment?

A part of me wants to ask, but bringing it up feels like a mistake.

“Are you okay?” Evan asks, lifting his weight off my back, his cock still inside of me.

“I think so,” I croak, my voice raspy and weak sounding.

“Move onto your knees. Lift your butt into the air,” he orders softly

I wince, screwing my face up in pain as he inches his cock out of me. Slowly, I start to crawl onto the seat, but I’m obviously not moving quickly enough because Evan palms my ass and lifts me until my knees are resting on the seat, and I’m curled over like I’m doing a yoga pose.

“Evan?” I question.

“Don’t move,” he growls, finding my sore sex with his fingers and slipping two into my channel.

“Ow, stop,” I whine, trying to move away from his touch.

“I said don’t move, or I’ll put you back on my dick and carry you inside with me still in you.”

The threat is enough to make me freeze. I’m learning that no matter how crazy the threats he makes are, he’s more than willing to follow through with them, and I definitely do not want my friends to see me spread out and impaled on Evan’s cock.

His touch is surprisingly gentle as he slowly finger fucks my pussy, and it takes me a moment to realize that he’s pushing his cum back inside of me the way he did in the bathroom earlier.

I’m exposed and vulnerable in this position, fully dressed, yet completely on display with my bare ass and pussy on show for him.

“Clench,” he orders.

“What?” I squeak.

“Clench your cunt around my fingers.”

I do as he says, pulling in my stomach muscles as I force my sore sex to tighten around his fingers.

“Again,” he demands.

Over and over, he tells me to clench, leaving me with a deeper lingering ache that I know I’ll be feeling for hours.

“Good girl,” he praises, slipping his fingers out of me and pulling me upright. Tapping my lips, he pushes his wet fingers into my mouth, rubbing them over my tongue until the mixture of our arousal is all I can taste.

“You need to keep clenching your pussy to keep all the cum I just gave you inside. After lunch, I’ll be checking to see how much you let drip out, and if it’s too much, I’ll fill you up again.”

I don’t know why his fucked-up, depraved demand heats me from the inside, or why my sore sex twinges with excitement, but it does.

“Let’s go. The others will be waiting for us,” he says, curling his arms under me and lifting me out of the cart like I weigh nothing.

“I need my panties and to clean up,” I protest, but it’s weak at best. I won’t admit it out loud, but I can’t hide the truth that I like the idea of him dripping out of me while I sit around the dining table.

“I ripped your tiny little panties off you. The pieces are in my pocket. But I’ll come with you to the bathroom so you can pee, and I can make sure you don’t wipe me out of you.”

Heat effuses my cheeks. “You’re so weird,” I hiss, fighting a smile.

Instead of replying, he opens the front door with one hand, keeping me in his arms with the other, and just like he promised, he carries me into the bathroom and insists on cleaning me to make sure I don’t wipe away his cum that is slowly trying to drip out.

The entire way through lunch, Evan sits closely beside me, his fingers toying with my neck and earlobe, tucking flyway hairs away, and gently brushing his fingertips over the teeth marks he left on my shoulder.

By the time we’ve all eaten and I have to leave to make my class on time, my body feels so over-heightened that all I want to do is drag Evan upstairs and let him fuck the life out of me all over again.

Instead, he takes my hand in his and leads me out of the front door and back to the cart that’s parked behind the house.

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