23. Terri's POV - Squeaky Bed
23. Terri's POV - Squeaky Bed
Terri
Yesterday was a mistake and it won't happen again.
It can't happen again, because I can't afford to have another blackmailer like Joyce in my life.
For the second time today, I pretended to take a stroll to the female section of school. I wonder why they even demarcate it in the first place. After all, we'll still find each other to fuck, and the teachers don't dare to scold more than half of us because of the families we come from.
"Second Alpha Terri, how may I help you?" a staff member asked as I peered through the window of Zia's class. She wasn't here in the morning, neither was she at the cafeteria.
I planned on ignoring the staff member, because I hate being reminded that I am not the first person in line for the throne, but when my eyes met Joyce's, I immediately turned to give them my full attention.
"Oh, I noticed Zia wasn't in class," I said and he turned to look into the class with a frown on his face.
"Zia..." he called her name with a drawl and scratched the back of his head. Many people didn't know Zia by her name, so when I spread my hand to the sides and spread my palm, he finally understood.
"Oh, the big one?" he tapped his forehead with his index finger as my description finally made sense.
"She came late to school, but wasn't looking very bright. If she's not in class, she might have gone to the clinic or gone home to rest," he said.
"Ok. Excuse me," I looked back into the classroom to see Joyce still staring, then at Zia's empty locker before heading for her locker.
Joyce hadn't picked any of my calls all through yesterday, but I'd woken up to one reply from her this morning.
Lo and behold, her bag was in the locker. The combination was my birthday so it wasn't difficult to get in.
I patted my pocket for the lollipop I grabbed at a random store this morning. It was still there.
Good, I sighed to myself because that would be the key to get her to forgive me for yesterday, after all, Mrs. Anderson already gave the chocolate I got her to her daughter.
Well, I had told her to give it to her daughter as a way to seal what happened in her bedroom as a secret. Although I was certain she would keep it a secret. After all, she was a married woman.
I made my way to the clinic and lo and behold, there she was laying on the bed. Asleep, but not for long.
I positioned my phone camera in a place where she wouldn't find it even if she searched, then went ahead to wake her up.
"Hmmm," she stretched and after a minute of doing that, she finally opened her eyes and looked at me.
"Terri, what are you doing here?" The tone caught me off guard. Zia had never spoken to me with a tone that wasn't filled with fanatic worship, yet I could hear her anger in this one.
"I came to apologize," I said and watched her take in my lie with surprise on her face. Usually, I made her beg for my apology, but I needed something from her and this was honestly the least I could do.
"Apologize?" She sat up with sleep in her eyes but I had her attention at a tight grip and I needed to do everything before it slipped.
"Yes, I know what I did yesterday was wrong, regardless of how desperate I was, I shouldn't have sent you out like that. Your mom—stepmom told me you went to bed early 'cause you were caught in the rain." Her movements paused in a small frown before she nodded.
"That's my fault and I'm sorry," I said as I took out the lollipop and also handed her her bag.
She took both and asked while unzipping her bag, "Is that all you came to apologize for?"
I frowned. Since when did Zia learn to be so difficult? Usually, she would have been all smiles from seeing me, but here she was trying to prolong this longer than I could handle.
"I would kneel down right here if it means you'll forgive me. It's my fault you got a cold after all," I said despite knowing what she was expecting.
An apology for trying to violate her basic human rights? Nah, that would come later, or whenever Joyce decides to release the video.
"Did you put this in my bag? Why didn't you tell me?" her gasp, a happy one, took me out of my thoughts as I turned to look at her.
"What do you mean?" I wanted to ask, instead I found myself drawn back to the first three months of her being here.
Different gifts, different letters had popped up in the most random places. Gifts I didn't recognize until she brought them to me to thank me for it.
Her naivety was so easy to exploit then because of her self-sabotaging tendencies.
Tendencies I had taken advantage of and let fester. I convinced her that I was the only one willing to be her friend when in truth everyone was intimidated and were trying to get to her through letters, that I found and burned, and the gifts? I just claimed credit for them.
And three years have passed since then but she seemed to have caught someone's attention. If she didn't attend class, how did anyone else know that she was sick and even got the exact meds that she needed.
At this moment asking her if she's been seeing anyone else would only get her suspicious.
So I just admitted to it like I did in the past.
"Well I wanted you to find it and to also prove how sorry I was," I said as I took her bag and rummaged through it in case of a letter. But found none.
I looked at her suspiciously. Did she really not know who put it in there?
"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked with a shy smile.
"Because you are so beautiful," I replied. It was an automated response to get any girl and it worked one hundred percent of the time.
No doubt it would be a success this time as well.
"But I JUST woke up, I'm sure my face is swollen," she felt her face in between smiles and I wanted to agree with her. Her normally round face looked like a panda face, the dark circles under her eyes, the redness of her eyes and how swollen it was
Was this just fever or had she been crying?
There was no time to worry about that.
“Come here,”I patted the side of the bed I was sitting on.
“She got up and sat without suspecting anything, which was perfect for me because we needed to use this bed for a better angle.
“What is it?” she asked and i leaned in to whisper in her ear, “I want to have sex,” she itched away from my breath but I took it as an invite and bit her ear softly before slowly kissing the spot.
“What are you doing? Stop it!” she jumped to her feet clearly not in the mood. Another surprise.
But why?
“Why not? I apologized to Zia and I really had to hold it in all through yesterday. It was a whole torture for me, so please,” i pleaded. Doing the unimaginable just to get the bare minimum.
Shouldn’t she be willing all the time now that I was finally giving her all the attention that she wanted? Now that we are finally mates?
Or was the fact that she has three mates getting to her head?
She better not try to develop wings from anywhere, because I will be sure to clip them off before he can fly from me.
“I’m really tired and haven't even recovered at all. I..”
“You can take the lead.”
“What?”
“Look you can ride me instead. That way I’ll do all the work while you stay on top, I promise, I won't be too rough, I just can’t hold it in anymore and you know that you're all I have. I don’t have anyone else.” I cupped my dick and looked at her with all the sincerity I could muster.
“But Tyler, she released her folded arms and I watched with joy as they fell to her side in resignation.
“Pretty please, I promise to get you more of the chocolates that you love. Please,” I cupped my arms and she finally nodded.
“Okay, but it won’t take long right? I really feel tired and my head hurts, she whined.
“Sure sure. I locked the door before coming in, so you can undress, I’ll do the same,” I said and watched her jaw drop.
‘And what if I was so weak that I could barely get up?” She asked, shocked by my revelation.
“Of course, I would hold it in till you recover. I’m not crazy,” I added a laugh to hide my lie because I WAS definitely crazy and would fuck her regardless, else Joyce would add more difficult conditions that I wouldn’t be able to fulfill then she will try to reign my life like a puppet.
That was a horror, I wasn’t willing to live in.
“So you can just climb over like this, I will use my saliva and precuma s lube so it wont hurt,” ai said as she kneeled on either side of me.
“Are you sure?” her voice shook as I used my finger to tease her hole.
Tight and perfect, I hope my dick don't break.
However, it seemed that something else was destined to break, because we were two bounces in when the squeaky clinic bed started to move with us.
“I think we should use another bed,” Zia said worriedly woith our fingers linked above my head as she stopped moving.
“There’s no need, i’ll soon cum,” I lied and thrust into her, catching us both by surprise when the bed gave it’s last creak and collapsed, my head hurt, Zia was shocked and it took her a while to recover because the whole lenght of my dick down to the base of my balls had gotten stuck inside her asshollw ithout warning.
I should have listened, because the landing told on my back.
“Oh Terri, are you okay? Your back…” the worry was unnecessary, I just needed to finish asap before anyone came in.
“Don’t worry. Let’s contiue,” i grunted and took the initiative to buck my hip ad cntiue the motion. This was about to be the worst sex of my life, but sacrifices had to be made.