Chapter 24 Your Disobedience Is My Problem.
Sarah.
A moan, mixed with a scream, escaped my lips, and I experienced one of the most intense orgasms of my life.
He removed his hand only when I was shaking and whimpering. I leaned my whole body against the brick wall, not trusting my trembling legs.
"Don't forget who made you scream," he whispered hoarsely in my ear, running his finger along my jaw before turning and returning to the club.
"The best punishment ever," I muttered softly.
I leaned against the brick wall and tried to calm my racing heart. The cool night breeze, which had previously made me shiver, now caressed my heated skin soothingly. Something had clearly changed in Shawn. His possessiveness had taken over.
Clearly, Shawn wanted me all to himself. It didn't take a psychic to realize that my defiance aroused him. His arousal was one of the many motives for my defiance.
I should have felt guilty. I should have thought about what my future husband would think, what his future wife would think.
The harsh truth was, I didn't care. I was burning under Shawn's touch, and it drove all other thoughts from my mind. Of course, many people save themselves for their future partners. But many don't.
A cool breeze blew, and I shivered from the cold.
My naked pussy. I silently cursed Shawn for ruining my beautiful panties and forcing me to end the night without underwear.
Too late, time to go back to the bar.
I thought Shawn had told me to stay in touch, but he rarely contacted me directly, so I figured there probably wouldn't be any problems tonight.
In the bar, I checked my phone periodically, afraid I'd miss Shawn's call due to the noise. I had already drunk a fair amount and wanted to brush it off: "Sophia, I really..."
"One more glass, it's just beer. You're not trying to irritate me like that, are you?" Jackson insisted with a smile.
"Well... okay, but I can only have one." I had a low tolerance for alcohol.
"Sarah, you can't give preference to just one person. You drank with Jackson, aren't you going to drink with me?" Sophia rolled her eyes.
I began to feel a little tipsy. My mind was still clear, but the dizziness was growing. I held my forehead, wishing I could go to the restroom to wash up and get some fresh air.
As I stood up, several red-faced men nudged a young man in a gray shirt toward me, encouraging me.
"Sarah, you should drink this. I was afraid you'd overdone it,” so Sophia hesitated for a long time before approaching. “But we think you're still doing well; you're standing quite confidently."
"Jackson, did you hear that? Hurry!" I said to him.
"Hey, don't fall over now, are you going to kneel?" Sophia was curious.
I felt dizzy and could barely stand, but I didn't want to drink at all.
Jackson, however, was the kind friend who had lent me his jacket, which Shawn had thrown in the trash, and I spent several days washing it before returning it to him.
Slightly embarrassed, and seeing him hesitate before handing me the glass, I gritted my teeth: "This really is the last one."
I felt terribly uneasy: my head was spinning, my steps were unsteady. I was conscious, but I couldn't stand.
"Sarah, be careful, there are steps," Jackson's voice reminded me, standing next to me.
After drinking, my condition had indeed worsened.
Several friends urged Jackson to take me home, saying they no longer needed me there. Seeing my discomfort, he agreed to take me, but immediately realized I could barely stand.
"Thank you," I said, rubbing my head and feeling extremely heavy. "Please call me a cab; I'll be back at the apartment without any problem."
The night in Manchester was quite chilly, and a gust of cold wind blew in as soon as we stepped out of the bar. I had a coat draped over my shoulders.
"I still have to take you”. Jackson was worried about me.
“I can't feel comfortable with you right now." I refused his offer.
I was also a little worried. Getting into the cab in such a daze, I didn't know what to do if something happened. "Okay... then I really am bothering you."
I didn't shyly refuse the jacket he'd thrown over me; I simply tried my best not to let him touch me.
Just now, as the night breeze blew over me, I felt considerably soberer. But as soon as I took a step, I stumbled again, as if tracing the character for "eight," and everything around me seemed double. I nearly fell headfirst.
"You can't do it on your own anyway," Jackson immediately extended his hand, grabbing my elbow. "Or... let me carry you on my back first. Look, it's still a long way to the other street to catch a cab."
I waved my hand, instinctively reluctant to engage in too much intimate contact with the opposite sex, even for the sake of a drunk.
"Okay, then give me a little help, and we'll walk to the cab. How about that? Can you walk?" he said.
I barely had the strength to speak; I merely nodded sleepily.
I wasn't considered fat, but at one meter sixty-seven centimeters tall, I wasn't particularly light either. And Jackson, who was more slender, found it difficult to hold me with one arm.
The two of us, especially the ones behind us, swayed left and right, like two drunks causing a ruckus.
When Shawn was descending from the bar, he called me, but I didn't answer!
When he quickly walked out of the bar's main gate and saw two swaying figures heading toward the street, his face darkened to the point of darkness.
"Sarah, wait a little longer."
I was not being careful, felt my right leg weaken, and reflexively reached for something. His hand was outstretched toward me, so when I reached out, I grabbed Jackson by the waistband and almost pulled him along with me.
"Sorry, sorry, I just didn't...” I muttered apologetically.
“You have a lot of strength," he muttered, too.
"Maybe we should slow down... ah..." Before I could finish my sentence, my wrist was gripped by a pain so intense it felt like the bones were about to break.
Jackson jerked away.
I was shoved aside and staggered back a few steps. Suddenly, I lost my balance and felt the strength drain from my body, like a kite with its string cut, about to fall. After a few dizzying steps, a firm, strong hand suddenly grabbed me by the waist.
Seeing Shawn's gaze, my heart instantly froze, and I suddenly sobered up, feeling a chill that pierced my bones.