Page 81 of Ward Willing
I walk away and go upstairs, mumbling something about showering and changing into my costume for tonight’s party. Instead, I walk into my bathroom and shut the door, unbuckling my pants, and unsheathing my cock before I can start the shower.
Images of her naked body float through my mind, and I piece it together with how it felt to be inside of her.
I think of what I would’ve done downstairs, howI would’ve made her scream, how I’d mark and claw that pretty lingerie up and be glad for it. Iwantedto show her the consequences of her actions.
I think of all the ways I want to watch her come apart—all the fun I could have torturing her with pleasure. Of utilizing the power play to make her come over, and over, and over.
And I think of sinking my cock into her cunt again, sliding in slowly and watching her mouth pop open.
Feeling the velvety sensation of her pussy squeezing me. Remembering how tight she was that night.
Watching her eyes roll into the back of her head.
Again.
My balls tighten, and my cock throbs with my imminent release when I think of how she’d look spread out before me as I feast on her right after she comes.
Of her twitching body, of making herscreamthe way I know she’s capable of.
A low groan escapes my lips when my cock curves up and in, and I squeeze my eyes shut as pleasure claws up my spine. Hot jets of cum paint the marble floor of my bathroom, and it seems like I come for over a minute straight. When I finally recover from my orgasm, I tuck myself away and clean up, washing my hands and splashing my face with cold water.
Fuck.
At this point, we’ve saidfuck youto the line I drew for us in Catalina, so I might as well embrace it.
If I’m going to toe the edge of insanity, I might as well get a running start and leap off the edge with zero abandon.
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When I’m done showering, I change quickly—a white oxford, tan khakis, and a tweed jacket for Miles and Stella’s Halloween party tonight. I pull my glasses on and grab the ruler I’d nicked from Crestwood University before heading downstairs. The bags of lingerie are still on the island, but Zoe is nowhere to be found.
The only evidence that she was here is a note next to the ruined, stained set she was wearing earlier. The delicate lace is smudged with grease.
I hope you know that this means you’re buying me a replacement.
Fucking brat.
Smirking, I pick one of the black bags and peek inside. A few boxes are stacked up underneath some tissue paper, and I pull a black velvet box open. I use my thumb to snap it open, and the lid unhinges. Using my other hand, I lift the lid and look inside. My brows furrow, but before I can process what I’m looking at, Zoe walks into the kitchen.
Wearing a witch costume.
A short, black skirt, white button-up, a black tie, and a cape. Underneath the pointy hat, her hair is pulled back into two French braids, and she’s wearing dark lipstick.
My brain short circuits, and I nearly drop the box.Thisis somehow hotter than crystal lingerie. She doesn’t seem to notice because she’s looking down at her phone, but when her eyes find mine, she gives me a knowing smirk.
“You’re not dressed up,” she says, pouting as her eyes rake over my costume.
“Of course I am. I’m a professor.”
Her eyes flick to the ruler in my pocket. Crossing her arms and legs, she tilts her head slightly, propping one leg out of her black skirt.
“Do you have a ruler in case you need to punish a pupil?” she asks, her voice husky as she plays with one of her braids.
Fuck.
“Perhaps,” I mutter, taking the ruler and placing it in my jacket pocket. Her eyes track my movements, and when they find my eyes again, she’s watching me with a gleam of interest. “But I only dole out punishment for the pupils who misbehave.”
“That’s too bad,” she adds, smirking.
