The only thing Kayla could hear was the sound of her erratic breathing. She blinked, eyes glazed with desire as they never left Oliver's for even a second. Fuck. She wanted him in her so badly that her core ached. Kayla parted her lips, slightly.
For a moment no one spoke because how were they meant to react to such? Oliver sipped his whiskey, nonchalantly peering at Kayla like a predator. He was a predator even though he denied it.
"That was um… very descriptive," Loui cleared her throat, "thank you, Oliver." She found herself blushing furiously.
"Of course," he replied seriously and Kayla exhaled sharply. He was going to be the death of her.
"Your imagination is fucking wild! Since when did you start fucking? Who is the lucky girl?" Tyler smirked, wrapping his arm around his girlfriend who melted into his embrace. Watching the couple, Kayla felt a twinge in her heart.
Oliver followed her line of sight and smiled, softly. So she wanted a PDA?
"The lucky girl is none of your business and you can always fuck someone without touching them," he gave Kayla a secret pointed look and she choked. What the fuck was his problem? He always touched her. He couldn't go a day without touching her.
"Lucky or unlucky you mean. His idea of sex is torture," Kayla scoffed.
"Torture?" Oliver raised a brow, a sneer forming on his lips.
Everyone knew they should just stay out of their fights.
"Yes. What do you mean you'll tie the girl up and then torment her with your lack of touch? How does that make sense? You're just a sadist, professor."
The professor being spoken to leaned forward, eyes narrowed at Kayla, "Repeat. That."
Alarm bells rang in her head and Loui pinched her so she could shut up. The air darkened around them. Oliver's face showed no hint of playfulness. He was dead serious.
But Kayla didn't care. She loved pushing him to the edge. Loved how whatever she did affected him. Now that was Power and control.
"What? That you're a sadist? I don't need to. Everyone knows it already. Common knowledge really," she shrugged.
They all held their breaths waiting for Oliver's next move. He kept his whiskey eyes trained on her, licked his lips, and snickered before resting his back on the couch.
He didn't retort. That was strange for lack of a better word. Why didn't he? Her heart raced, studying the icy platinum-haired man. What the fuck was he up to?
The gang continued discussing like usual.
"I want to use the restroom. I'll be back." She informed them and left under Oliver's watchful gaze.
She finished using the restroom and went to one of the many sinks. She rinsed her head and lowered her head to splash water on her face. When she looked up again into the mirror someone was behind her.
"You…" Her eyes widened and she stumbled backward and right into the person.
"You love it, don't you? Underestimating me? Making me do immoral things to you? Isn't that right, Hastings?" He whispered behind her ear, his hot breath clouding her thoughts.
"I…. I don't know what you're talking about." she gripped the rim of the sink. Through the mirror, she could see her chest heaving. Oliver could also see the way her breasts moved and his eyes darkened with pure lust.
She had seen him lustful before but this was different. It hinted at danger. As always, her mind told her to run and that he wasn't here to talk.
"Leave, Ollie. This is the female's bathroom. Someone could see us." his hand snaked around her waist, pulling her against him so she could feel his hard member abutting her ass.
"One day Hastings. I'm going to fuck you and you're going to watch like this," His hand groped her breast and squeezed it making her gasp. "You're going to watch how your body cries out for me. Every thrust," his finger grazed her lips, "every scream, every moan, you'll watch it and that's all you'll ever think about. Do you want me to?"
Kayla could hardly breathe normally let alone think.
"Words, Hastings. I want you to use your words or you'll be punished, do you understand me?" She nodded, closing her eyes as his finger rubbed circles on her pussy, through her jeans.
He spanked her ass making her jerk but he held her in place, "Did I ask you to close your eyes? Didn't I say you should use your words?"
Wanting to nod again, she remembered the pain and how her traitorous cunt started dripping, "Yes."
"Good Girl." he smiled and her insides flipped at the praise. She bit her lower lip. This was wrong. This whole situation was unlike her. She didn't like being spanked or being sub during sex but Oliver made her want to.
"Now, Hastings, tell me what you're wildest fantasies are. What do you dream of me doing to you?" He opened her jeans button, eyes never leaving her reflection in the mirror.
Fuck she looked beautiful. "I… I don't know what you're talking about." she denied and Oliver cocked his head to the side. "Is that so, Hastings? Anything you want me to do to you, I will. Just say the fucking word because I promise you, I have so many things I want to do for you and I will do them."
The threat was clear and when his finger rubbed her sex, she arched back for more access. "More… please…"
"Open your eyes and watch as you cum on my fingers," he ordered and she obeyed. "Now talk."
"I always dreamt of you…" he kept rubbing her core, massaging it and she panted. "Chasing me through the woods like you did in the parking lot…"
"Oh?" her face was flushed and he finally inserted his finger into her and she gasped. This was heaven. He rewarded her for telling him what he wanted.
"And, you'll fuck me against a tree from behind..." At first, his movement was slow but he picked up his pace making her voice breathy and she wheezed out her words, "Without my consent but I want to but I'll bet you to stop…. Fuck!"
He kissed the side of her neck, nibbling on it, sucking it still pushing his finger in and out of her. "That's right, Hastings, moan for your professor."
"Oh my god, oh… oh my!" She couldn't take it anymore. She was going to explode.
"So you want me to take you from behind, right? Are you sure you'll be able to handle me? First, I'll make you cum right here ten times and you'll go back into that lounge with the cum dripping down your legs because you're my whore, Hastings. Say. It."
"Fuck!" Her arm moved to be around his neck. He kept inserting his finger at a pace that made her so close but never allowed her to cum. He wasn't going to allow her to unless she said it.
"I'm your… fuck… I'm your whore, you fucking asshole. Yours!" she exclaimed and she came on his fingers. He pulled his fingers out and licked the cum off.
"I love tasting you, Hastings. It makes me fucking hard." She could tell by how it poker her. Fuck he was huge. She pitied herself. Would she be able to take him?
"Nine more to go, Hastings. That was the deal."
"I don't know if I can handle it, Ollie," she admitted, evading his intense desire-filled gaze.
"You can and you will. You have to, Hastings. Shall we continue?" He smiled lasciviously and she gulped knowing she was dead.
***
"What happened in the bathroom? Why did you take so long?" Blaire asked, eyeing Kay suspiciously. She had tried to fix herself up. Her hair was messy because Oliver kept grabbing it harshly when he kissed her. Then her clothes were normal but her lipgloss had taken a long vacation.
He left the restroom first and she came out ten minutes later. His excuse for leaving was that he had an urgent work call but she went to the loo and the time she spent there was unholy.
"I… you know… girls' stuff."
Asher chuckled, "We get it, Kay. The last session was akin to a porn site. These boys are unholy. Sam Smith wrote the song for them, especially Oliver. Like what the actual fuck?"
"That's not what I went to do!" Her brows shot up, defending herself.
"We get it, Kay. You don't have to lie. We're all grown adults, but if you want to get some you can always come to me." Nate stared at her invitingly, his legs apart and they could all see he was hard.
"She's not ever having sex without you, Nate so fuck off," Oliver spoke before she did and his eyes flared with anger.
"Just because you've decided to be a priest doesn't mean the rest of us can't have active sex lives," he responded, testing his best friend, "So Kayla, what'd you say? Should we leave this boring party or we can have it here? I'm not picky." He wasn't joking and she knew it. "There doesn't have to be any strings attached. Are you interested?"