"So we're gonna start with a game of 'What the Art," Tyler stated.
"What the Art? What the fuck?" Asher asked and they chuckled.
"One of the two in the team would pick a card, without peeking, and draw whatever it is and the second person would have to guess what the drawing is" Siao explained and Asher and Blaire groaned.
"What do you mean draw? Rory is a fucking artist, how is that fair by any means?" Blaire complained with a pout.
"Just pray that you and your partner have some kind of heavenly sync." Siao laughed.
Kayla and Oliver sat beside each other but Kayla sat upright and stiffly making Oliver shake his head. She was very childish.
"First we have Mr and Mrs Froster and Daniel will be the one to draw!" Tyler steps away from the board to allow Daniel to come forward.
Daniel didn't stand up and held Rory close. "Dani, you have to go or we'll lose." Rory pushed him away lightly but he didn't budge.
"Dani, please! I want to win!" She gave him the puppy eyes and Daniel sighed. "But if I stand up I won't be able to hold you and I like holding you."
"Awww." The girls said all except Kay who retched, "Hogwash! Bleh."
"Kayla!" Louisa hit her arm.
Oliver raised a brow, smirking. "That was cute, Hastings." He leaned closer so only the two of them could hear, "I told you, Hastings. You don't want cute."
Kayla rolled her eyes. "I'm sure you must enjoy being right all the time you stalker. Now get away from me!"
Daniel reluctantly got to his feet after kissing Rory on the forehead making her giggle and blush, picked up a card and with furrowed brows went to the board with his marker.
"What is he doing?" Blaire asked in a low voice. Who wanted to offend the iceberg?
His drawing was as confusing as ever. One couldn't tell the objects from the people, if they were people because everything looked like a blob.
Aurora stroked her chin staring intently at the drawing, when Daniel was done. They were given a time of two minutes to draw and guess.
"I don't know what she's trying to decipher because this is horrible." Kayla frowned.
"You know nothing, Hastings. Let's make a bet: if she gets it, which is my guess you'll do whatever I say, and if you win, I'll do whatever you say." He whispered making her breath hitch. She still remembered how he smelled like citrus and wood. An unlikely blend but it comforted and soothed her.
Every cell in her body screamed at her not to listen but as her eyes strayed to the painting and Aurora's face, she was certain that she would win. Accepting the bet was walking into his trap and she understood that but something pulled her to it. A darker and further part of her wondered what he would ask her to do.
"Apart from asshole, the loser would be added to your badge of insufferable qualities!" she gave a tight-lipped smile and Oliver clicked his tongue patting his fingers on his lap. An action that distracted Kayla.
Long, veiny fingers that were flawless. How would it feel inside of her?
'What am I thinking, Kay? Get a grip' she scolded herself but he always made it hard for her to concentrate.
"Five more seconds, Ror! Four! Three! Two!-"
"A bedtime story!" she shouted and Daniel smiled.
"A what now? How is that equivalent to a bedtime story? Daniel must have told her something!" Kayla couldn't believe that she could make out anything.
"We all saw everything that went down so which eye of yours saw me saying anything to her?" His steel eyes met hers but she wasn't afraid especially with Oliver gently stroking her arm.
"Sorry, sorry." She cleared her throat but the fact that she would have to listen to Oliver sucked. She was already his slave in the classroom, what monstrosity would he have her do now?
"I don't want to play this gem anymore! Let's play charades!" Asher announced and no one had an issue.
This time, Oliver and Kay would go first. Oliver was the one acting out the charades.
Oliver picked up his card while Kay picked up a sour patch pack and opened it to eat.
"And start!" Tyler instructed and he began.
He placed his hand on his chest.
"Aren't you supposed to show how many syllables and all that jazz?" Blaire asked and Oliver narrowed his eyes at her. He didn't need to do all of those things because Kayla would know it.
"Psssh! I was just asking!"
He placed his hand on his chest and Kayla said, "Chest." Oliver shook his head, pointing at it again. "Chest…. Wait…. Heart?"
Oliver nodded with a smirk and Kayla tucked her hair behind her ear, and her eyes brightened making Oliver's eyes soften for a bit.
Then he raised his hand. "Heart…. Stop? Heartstopper! Heartstopper!" She slapped Louisa's legs repeatedly and Oliver said, "Yes."
"That one was easy so don't be too happy!
"Ow!" Louisa deadpanned.
Kayla would be the one to describe the next one for their team so as she was coming up, Oliver whispered, "Good Girl."
Her face reddened and she almost lost her footing. Those two words made her skin tingle in delight.
She rattled her head like a drum to become serious and Oliver leaned his seat, his eyes raked over her body as picked up the next card and her brows tightened with a scowl.
Still, she got to work. She thought for a while before circling her fingers in a repeated loop.
"Forever?"
She nodded but did it again and he repeated 'forever' again and Kayla used her hand to tell him to guess again. "Forever…. Eternal?"
She nodded vehemently and went to the next word. She made a circle with her hands and made rays shine outwards.
"Sunshine?" She nodded again the went to clean the table repeatedly with her hands.
"Cleaning?" she shook her head.
"Spotless?" She nodded with a bright smile.
She used her finger to touch her temples and Oliver guessed, "Mind."
Then she joined her hands together, "Eternal.…. Sunshine...Spotless Mind."
Everyone glanced at him, stunned. Oliver rarely watched movies so this was shocking.
"How in the world did you get that?"
He shrugged and gave a toothy grin, "Like you said, impeccable chemistry."
He was always touching her, she observed. When no one was looking, focused on yelling at each other, he would place his hand on her thigh, and use his thumb to caress it, so slowly that it became painful.
She had to cross her legs to apply some friction to her core. To worsen it, he would pretend to be listening intently to whatever was going on. She wanted to tell him to stop on numerous occasions but the words died in her throat.
So when the game ended, she was more than happy to leave.
Oliver's duo tied with Rory. Siao and Tyler came in second and Blaire and Louisa lost which made them leave the lounge early.
The other two couples decided it was late and retired to their rooms too leaving Oliver and Kay.
"I also have to um… sleep." She stood up, scratching her head.
"Want to play?" he lifted the Scrabble in the air before setting it on the table.
"I really shouldn't. I have to go get some z's you know?" She glanced at the door. The last thing she wanted was to be in the same room as him.
"I thought we had established that you can't run away from me." his words gave her goosebumps and made her gulp. She sat on the floor opposite him on the couch.
He lowered his eyes at her and asked gently, "How do you feel, now?"
She paused, her eyes snapping to him. "I feel better. The…" she trailed off.
"'Thank you', Hastings. Is that so hard for you to say? And you've been such a good girl this past game, now you're becoming naughty." He bent his middle finger gesturing for her to come.
"No."
"Hastings," he warned, his eyes darkening.
"I want to go to bed, Oliver. I'm not in the mood for your games." She got up and took a few steps but Oliver grabbed her arm turning her towards him.
"Don't you ever defy me."
"You're not my god. Fuck you!" She tried to free her arm from his grip but couldn't.
"I'm not a god but I control you and I don't bluff. When I ask you to do something, you do it or you won't like what I do to you." he capped his eyes at her making her shiver.
Kayla's throat tightened, her core throbbing at the way his whiskey eyes bore into her but she managed to squeeze out, "Or what? What would you do to me?"
"Everything, Hastings. Everything."
His fingers glided her spine making her stiffen. "Relax," he whispered and she eased into his touch unconsciously.
"Let me go, Oliver. This is wrong." Her body reacted to his touch so well and he loved it. Why did he want her so much?
She intoxicated him. Made him drunk on the power he wanted over her. She made him feel alive and excited. He loved watching her sleep and her voice. Her dulcet feisty voice when she argued with him or her voice so soft when he touched her like this made him sleep.
Kayla made him breathe after years of suffocating because of his past and now that he knew what living felt like, why would he stop doing it?
His arm wrapped around her waist making her gasp as his hands moved to the front, inching dangerously above her breast, before trailing down to her vulva making her squirm.
He grabbed her pussy making her take a sharp inhale. "Professor…. Please…. Stop." she moaned. Oliver could feel how soaked she was even with the thick material of her jeans.
"You're so wet for me, Hastings. So wet like the filthy little slut you are for me." He growled, as his fingers rubbed her core through the clothes. Yet he pressed her against him removing everything called reasonable space between them.
The dam in her cunt broke when it collided with the hardness of his dick. "You feel that Hastings? That's what you do to me. You make me fucking lose control." A predatory glint castled in his eyes and she wanted to run, break free as he stroked the spot quickly and harsher.
"Professor! Please…. Please…." She closed her eyes as bile rose in her throat. She enjoyed every little bit but guilt washed over her.
She was about to cum on Oliver's fingers that wasn't even in her. She was scared of the control he had over her.
"Please what, Hastings? What do you want me to do? You want me to stop?" he pinched her clit through her clothes leaving her breathless. Her knees were weak and if he weren't holding her, she would have fallen.
"Say it. What do you want?"
"Stop." The words didn't even come out as he continued, roughly, harshly, and faster. He squeezed, stroked, and massaged it so that it was becoming too much.
"Cum, Hastings. I know you want to. Cum and say my name like you always do when you fuck yourself thinking about me." The only thing she heard was his command, "cum."
She let out a yelp when she finally broke apart in his arms, resting her head on his shoulders.
"Good Girl. My fucking good slut." He stroked her hair and shame ran over her a thousand times. What had she done? She came because of Oliver and he fingered her through her fucking clothes.
She pushed away, hard and ran away, the sound of Oliver's dark laughter trailing behind her.
This was terrible, bad. What just happened between her and her professor?