Page 56 of Stutter

“She’s been… okay. A little moody this morning.”

I reach behind her and grasp the hair on the bottom of her skull and pull it for her to look up at me. Caramel eyes full of lust and a little afraid. Fuck. I shouldn’t love that. My other hand stretches between us, and I hike up her skirt, grateful she wore thigh highs instead of her fishnets, although, I’m a bit more particular and lean toward those a bit more since our night at Inferno. I run my fingers through the soaking gusset of her panties and sneer.

“You’resoaking, Miss Monroe,” she shudders, and my insides burn with need. “Do you need an attitude adjustment this morning?”

She nods as much as she can, with her hair still in my grip.

“That’s the right answer, Siren. Spread your legs.”

She obeys sweetly, but I kick them further apart, pulling down her panties in time and she steps out of one hole, but they remain attached to one ankle. I then reach and unfasten my zipper, my pants, and tug them down only for my dick to jut out, strong and hard and aching. I hike her thigh over my hip and coat my mushroom tip with her arousal, groaning with how utterly wet she is, the warmth of her body always so fucking inviting.

“You know I won’t be sweet to you, don’t you?”

“Maverick-“ she moans softly, and I shush her.

“You’ll remain my little mute in here,tongueless. Do you understand? Hmm? Anyone could walk in, overhear and if you aren’t quiet, I’ll have to have Jonas stuff your mouth with his cock. Do you understand?”

She nods.

I grit my teeth in preparation for the groan I know I’m going to need to hold back and in one, rough, agonizing thrust I’m wrapped in her slick, tight warmth. Her lips part, an agonized gasp reminds me to cover her mouth with mine and I capture her lips, making them my own, thrusting my tongue into her mouth to dance with hers. “Quiet, Siren. Be a good fucking girl for me just once. Take my cock and let me fuck your little pussy until I drown it with my cum.” I whisper into her mouth, pumping my hips wildly into her, not exactly caring that even in her silence thesounds of her cunt and her little breathless pants, and the sound of Jonas jerking his dick behind us are all obscene.

I let go of her hair, pull out, let her foot find the floor and then spin her roughly by the arm to face my desk, bending her over, flipping up her teasing, slutty little uniform skirt, then use my cock to guide myself into her and thrust,deeply. Again and again in deep, short strokes. Her gasp is short and caught in her throat, same as my growl. I flick my gaze to Jonas for a mere second and give him a nod, knowing she wouldn’t be able to keep quiet.

One moment it’s just us, the next, Jonas is ready, and we move around once more. I step back, wrap her silky hair around my wrist, the other on her ample hip and guide her head to Jonas’ waiting dick. “Suck, then, little mute, the way I taught you. I’ll be punishing you later for your disobedience.”

Truly, this is a simple reward. I would spank her, but we’re running out of time. Who knows if students have already begun taking their seats and the thought of someone being outside of my office listening in, brings me so much closer, a white-hot heavy feeling as my balls draw up, reading to coat her insides.

“Jonas-“

“I’m close. Don’t stop fucking her. She’s doing so fucking good.” His praise is quiet murmurs, but his eyes never leave hers, inundated with love and pride. I feel her pussy ripple around me, and I dive, reaching around for her clit to stimulate and rub.

“Christ,” I mutter, on the brink and when she grips me like a fucking vice, I don’t hold back. I still, my hips jerking, legs shaking, filling her perfect cunt, shoving her head farther down on Jonas’ thick cock.

I have to give it to him – the man is fucking packing, and it pleases me when she gags and I can feel her pussy clench around me.

Jonas’ head tilts back between his shoulders and a shudder runs through him. He leans on my desk, tucking himself back in while I help Raven back into her panties, kiss her hip when she wiggles them up over her hips and settle her skirt, andthen tuck myself in. She turns to face me, bleary eyed and all smiles and I kiss her softly. She leans into me, and I do such an odd thing – I wrap my arms around her and pull her into a hug.

“I’ll see you later, angel.”

She cuddles into me, and I brush the few strands on her face behind her ear.

“I love you.” Words I’m not used to saying but true.

Jonas opens the door and seeing it’s empty, he tugs Raven to him,fist bumpingme on the way out.

I settle behind my desk and take a quick sip of my tea, regretting not going down and tasting her but I… well, I really needed that.

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It’s midday when I hear an inhuman scream as I’m leaving the cafeteria and I rush out of the doors and onto the quad when I see the body drop the first time, right in front of Raven,swaying. But with how thin the rope is, I know it won’t hold. I’m almost to her when another wave of screams begins and the body drops a final time. I watch as Jonas pulls her away from the body, more accurately, the puddle of blood pooling toward her. My eyes finding a dead Riordan, pale eyes bulging out of his sockets, red and bleeding.

I take her from Jonas’ grip. “What happened?”

He looks scattered, wide eyed and pale, as he shakes his head. “There was someone on the bell tower with him. Maverick, he didn’t do this.”

“He was forced?”

“The scream wasn’t his.”

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