Chapter 81 Kristen
Steam rolled out of the bathroom as I stepped through the doorway, my skin still warm from the shower. I wrapped the towel around myself and tucked it between my breasts, feeling the cool air of the hallway hit my damp skin. Water dripped from my hair and slid down my neck, pooling at my collarbone.
I opened the door and froze.
Leo.
He was standing in the hallway outside my room, leaning against the wall like he’d been waiting. In the middle of the goddamn night. His eyes were dark, his jaw tight, and there was something dangerous in the way he looked at me that made my pulse spike.
“What are you doing here?” My voice came out breathless, betraying the effect he had on me even when I was trying to play it cool.
He didn’t answer. Just raised his hand slowly, deliberately. The Polaroid. The one I’d left on his pillow earlier today. The one of me on his bed, legs spread, looking straight at the camera with that knowing smile.
Oh.
“What exactly are you trying to prove, Kristen?” His voice was low, controlled, but I could hear the edge underneath. The tension.
I should have been scared. Should have apologized, backed down, played innocent. Instead, I smiled. The game was working exactly as I’d planned.
“Just something for you to remember me by.” I took a step closer, watching his eyes track the movement. Water continued to drip from my hair, sliding down my neck and disappearing beneath the towel.
“Did it do the trick?” Another step brought me right in front of him, close enough to feel the heat radiating off his body. “Were you hard all day? Couldn’t stop thinking about me?”
My hand dropped between us and found the bulge in his jeans. I pressed my palm against him, and oh God, he was hard. Rock hard. Pulsing against my hand through the denim.
I looked up at him, triumphant. Finally, proof that I was getting to him. That all my games and provocations were working.
“Looks like I got my answer.”
He moved fast. Faster than I could react. His hand grabbed my wrist and yanked it away from his cock, then he spun me around and slammed me against the wall. Hard. The impact knocked the breath from my lungs, and before I could recover, his hand wrapped around my throat.
He wasn’t squeezing, not really. Just holding. Possessive. Threatening. A promise of what he could do if he wanted to.
His mouth found my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “Actually, I’m going to decide how this goes from now on.”
His voice was gravel and danger, and it sent a shiver down my spine that had nothing to do with being cold.
“Since this is all a game to you…” His other hand found the edge of my towel and tugged. “I’d like to play too.”
The towel fell away and pooled at my feet. I was naked. Completely exposed. My breath hitched as the cool air hit my bare skin, and his hand tightened just slightly on my throat.
“And here’s the thing about games, Kristen.” His hand slid down from my throat, over my collarbone, between my breasts. His touch was deliberate, possessive, mapping every inch of skin like he was claiming it. “I always win.”
His hand kept moving lower, over my stomach, and my entire body was on fire. Every nerve ending screamed for more contact, more pressure, more everything. I was already wet, could feel it between my thighs, and he hadn’t even really touched me yet.
His cock ground against my ass, thick and hard, and I wanted him inside me so badly I could barely think straight.
His fingers slid lower, between my legs, and I gasped as he made contact with my slick heat.
“Here’s how this is going to work.” His voice was silk and steel, absolute control. One finger slid through my wetness, circling my clit with maddening lightness. I bit my lip to keep from moaning.
“You’re going to take this in silence.” He pushed one finger inside me, and my mouth opened on a silent gasp.
“One sound out of you, and I stop.” He pulled out and pushed back in, slow and deep and deliberate. His thumb found my clit, circling, pressing. “And when I do, you don’t get to finish yourself off.”
His meaning was clear. If I made noise, he’d leave me like this. Aching and desperate and empty.
“Am I understood?”
I opened my mouth to answer, but he cut me off.
“Nod for yes. Shake your head for no.”
I was trembling against the wall, his finger still moving inside me. He curled it just right and hit that spot that made my vision blur. I nodded frantically.
“Good girl.” The praise sent another jolt through me. “Such a good girl for me when you want to be.”
Two fingers now, pumping in and out while his thumb worked my clit in perfect rhythm. My head fell back against the wall, and I bit down hard on my lip, tasting copper. I couldn’t make a sound. Couldn’t break his rules or he’d stop.
His cock ground harder against my thigh through his jeans, and I could feel how much he wanted this too.
“So fucking wet for me already,” he growled against my neck. “I’ve barely touched you and you’re dripping down my hand. You like this, don’t you? Being told what to do. Being made to be quiet while I finger this pretty little pussy.”
He scissored his fingers inside me, stretching me, and I nearly broke. Nearly cried out from how good it felt.
“You can act like you’re in control all you want.” He curled his fingers again, hitting that perfect spot over and over. “Send me all the dirty pictures you want. Touch me under tables. But we both know the truth.”
His pace increased, fingers pumping faster, thumb pressing harder on my clit.
“You want me to own you. Want me to take control and fuck you until you can’t remember your own name.”
My thighs were shaking. I was so close already, the pressure building low in my stomach. His fingers felt so good, so right, and the dirty words pouring from his mouth were pushing me higher.
“I’m going to make you come so hard you won’t be able to walk straight tomorrow. Gonna finger this tight little cunt until you’re begging me to stop.”
Faster now. My vision was blurring at the edges. I was right there, right on the edge, just needed a little more…
Then my phone buzzed. Loud in the quiet hallway.
Bzzzz. Bzzzz.
No. No no no.
Leo stopped. Pulled his fingers out completely. I nearly sobbed at the loss.
He reached for my phone on the dresser behind me, and I wanted to scream. His fingers, the ones that had just been inside me, left wet streaks on the screen as he looked at the caller ID.
Anna.
He looked at the screen, then at me. A slow, cruel smile spread across his face.
“You’re going to answer that.”
My eyes went wide. He couldn’t be serious.
He brought the phone to my ear and hit accept, then his other hand slid back between my legs.
“And if you moan…” One finger pushed inside me. “If you make any sound that gives away what we’re doing…” Two fingers. “I stop. Understand?”
I nodded, heart pounding so hard I was sure Anna would hear it through the phone.
“Hey!” Anna’s voice was bright and cheerful. “You still up?”
My voice came out strangled. “Y-yeah. Hi.”
Leo’s fingers started moving again. Slow circles inside me, his thumb finding my clit and pressing in that perfect way that made my knees weak.
Oh God oh God oh God.
“I couldn’t sleep,” Anna continued, oblivious. “Been thinking about your situation with the Dean and everything.”
“Mm-hmm.” I clamped my jaw shut as Leo’s fingers curled, pressing against that spot that made stars burst behind my eyes.
“I think I found a way to get more information about your dad. Not from the files, something better. A contact who might actually talk.”
Leo added a third finger, stretching me, and I gripped his shoulder with my free hand. My nails dug into his skin through his shirt as he pumped into me, working me open.
“Does that sound good? I’ll explain everything tomorrow at school, okay?”
“O-okay.” My voice was shaking. I was so close again, the pressure building back up impossibly fast.
His thumb pressed harder on my clit, circling faster, and his fingers were hitting that perfect spot with every thrust. I was right there, right on the edge, and I couldn’t hold back much longer.
“You sure you’re alright? You sound weird.”
“I’m fine…” I gasped as he did something, twisted his fingers just right while pressing my clit at the same time, and the sensation was so intense I couldn’t control myself anymore.
I cried out. A sharp, desperate sound that I couldn’t stop.
“Kristen?!” Anna’s voice was alarmed.
“I’m… I stubbed my toe… I’m fine…” I was gasping, barely able to form words. My whole body was trembling, so close to breaking apart.
“I gotta go. Talk tomorrow. Bye!”
I ended the call and dropped the phone, ready for Leo to push me over the edge. Ready for him to finish what he’d started and make me come so hard I’d see stars.
But he pulled his fingers out. Immediately. Completely.
“No…” The word broke from me, desperate and pleading.
He stepped back, wiping his fingers on his jeans while watching me with those dark eyes. I was shaking against the wall, desperate and empty and aching.
“I told you the rules.” His voice was calm. Cold. Completely in control while I was falling apart. “Now you’ve lost.”
I reached for him, needing him to finish this, but he caught my wrist.
“No.”
He turned toward the door and I tried again, my voice breaking. “Leo, please…”
“No.” He looked back at me, taking in my naked body, flushed and trembling and exactly where he wanted me. “This isn’t a ‘you’ game anymore, Kristen.”
He opened the door and paused in the doorway.
“I’m in charge now. I say how this goes. When it happens. How it happens. All of it.”
I stared at him, disbelieving. He couldn’t just leave me like this.
His eyes dropped to my hand, then back to my face. His smile was dark and dangerous.
“And if you touch yourself…” He let the threat hang in the air. “I’ll know. And your punishment will be even worse than this.”
He stepped into the hallway and started to close the door.
“Sleep tight.”
Click.
I stood there against the wall, my body still on fire, still aching and throbbing with unfulfilled need. “What the fuck,” I whispered to the empty room.
My legs gave out and I slid down to the floor, pulling my knees to my chest. Every inch of my body was screaming for release, for the orgasm he’d built up and then denied me.
But I didn’t touch myself. Couldn’t. Because even through the haze of desperation, I knew he meant every word. And something told me that whatever punishment he had in mind would be far worse than this ache.
The game had changed. And for the first time since this all started, I wasn’t sure I was winning anymore.