Page 35 of No, For An Answer
I stripped all my clothes off in the shower and cleaned every single inch of my body and the ceramic tiles on the walls. I made perfectly sure that there was no evidence available for anyone to find.
“It didn’t look like nothing, Ashley,” Nathan says, pulling me from my thoughts.
“I’d rather not talk about it, if it’s all the same. I’d prefer to have you buried in my pussy.” Looking up to the ceiling he closes his eyes. I hate that sex with him is the only thing I’vefeltin a long time. Resting my hands on the arms of the chair I push myself to stand. Sliding my hands between his legs, I take a step forward.
“Ashley,” he murmurs the moment I reach for the button of his navy suit trousers.
“You don’t want me?” Softening my eyes as I give him that doe eyed look that he loves so much. Taking hold of his hand in both of mine, I slide it slowly down between my breasts. His eyes following every single inch until he meets the waistband of my shorts.
“What happened to your knees?” The crease between his eyebrows becoming deeper as he looks down.
“I tripped during cheer practice,” I shrug, hopefully he believes me. I don’t really think explaining to him that I stabbed the woman he was fucking last year is a good idea really. I suck my bottom lip between my teeth and bite down. Looking up at him, he mirrors me and looks into my eyes. I know he wants me by the pained expression on his face.
“Why do I feel like that’s a load of shit?” He holds my chin between his thumb and forefinger. “What really happened? Let me help you.”
Help me?
Yeah right.
It’s impossible for anyone to help me now. I’ve taken the longest stride over a line that I can never come back from, and I don’t want help. I want everything but that. I want to punish those who deserve it.
“Touch me… Please,” I beg. I’ve come to crave his touch more and more as the days go on and today it’s even worse. After last night, and the way that sicko had his hands all over my body, the way my pussy aches to be touched by him again… is sickening. I need Nathan to replace this feeling with his own. I need him to remove every single fingerprint that the sick bastard left of me.
I mean, not that I’m any better. I’m just as sick really.
“You’re killing me, love.”
“Just a little bit. I need you, Nathan, please.”
“Jesus Christ. Can this wait?” He looks at me, placing his hands on my shoulders. “Someone could hear.” I take a step closer, lacing both my hands on either side of his face and bringing him in for a gentle peck on the lips.
“I’ll be quiet, I promise,” I mewl. “Make me come all over this desk, I need you so bad.” Last time I was in this assholes office I blacked out.
The only way I knew he finished off inside me was after I woke up on his leather couch with his cum dripping out of me.
“Please,” I whine. He stands up and I take a single step back, he grabs my waist spinning me and pulls my back flush to his chest. His hand rises to my chin as he turns my face to meet his.
Our lips millimetres apart and the anticipation of his kiss is driving me insane. I don’t know what’s gotten into me since I started fucking him. I knew offering him anal would be the deciding factor.
“Ask me again,” he growls.
“Put your fingers inside me,” I mewl against his mouth, the gentle breath from my words hitting his lips as he leans in and kisses me deeply. Devouring me with a single kiss all whileworking my cycling shorts past my hips and over my ass. They pool at my feet, and I step out of them as he slides himself further back onto the desk, taking me with him. We don’t usually kiss like this.
Today though, I can’t get enough. We’re all teeth and tongues as we fight for who has control over the kiss. He wraps his left arm under my chin, pulling my head back against his shoulder. As he glides his hand up and over my mouth, leaving my nose free so I can breathe.
“Put one foot on either side of my legs, spread yourself open for me.” I follow his instructions putting myself on full display for him. I’m absolutely drenched with the anticipation of having him touch me, having his fingers inside me. “I’m going to need you to be quieter than you have ever been, Ashley. This is not a joke. Do you understand what I’m telling you?”
“Yes, I understand.” My words come muffled from behind his hand but I’m pretty sure he gets the idea. With my heart thumping behind my chest, I lift my head and watch as he presses two fingers inside me.
“Soaking for me as always, love.” Within a split second, he inches inside me, as his girth fills me, stretching me in sheer pleasure.
Ashley
It’s been five days and Fran’s body still hasn’t turned up. The whole school is going crazy. Her parents and so-called friends have been frequently on the news begging her to either come back home, or for whoever has her to please let her go. Well, only I, and one other person know Fran’s not coming back.
Ever.
I have absolutely no idea where he’s buried her, or even if she’s going to be found at all. He could’ve chopped her up into tiny pieces by now and I’d never know. I might be the only person in this school man enough to say I really don’t give a fuck about Fran.
