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Was she touching herself to it?
I sank deeper into my seat, my eyes glued to that little bit of light shining brightly in the night. I could almost smell her sweet perfume, taste her fruity lip gloss. Resting my head against the headrest, I stayed there for the rest of the night.
Chapter Fourteen
The week came and went, and Winnie hadn’t returned the book I’d given her. In fact, she hadn’t come by my office or come to class early. When she was in class, she kept her head down and pretended like I didn’t exist.
But I was outside her house every night. I hadn’t had the courage to go to her window to check on her or to knock on her door and demand she let me in, but I sat in my car night after night, staring at her house, watching over her.
So far, I hadn’t heard anything. No screaming or fighting. Nothing. Surely, if she were getting abused, I would’ve heard something.
The only thing keeping me sane was going to The Arcade and finding a video of a girl that looked like Winnie, fucking my fist with that spicy lube, then going to her house and sitting there until the sun came up. Then I’d go home, shower, and get ready for the day.
I was exhausted. My chest was heavy, and my emotions were shot. Luckily, Cassandra hadn’t tried to pursue me again, because if she did while I was like this, I truly didn’t know what I’d say or do to her. I didn’t think I’d fuck her in this state, but I might do something regrettable. Something that would definitely ruin my life more than fucking a student would.
Rain pelted my car as I pulled out of the parking lot, the windows fogging up with each breath. I squinted past the heavy layer of water on my windshield, my wipers going full blast.
I drove at a snail’s pace, the rain obstructing everything. Cars drove just as slowly behind me and on the other side of the road. Students held books over their heads as they sprinted across the street to their apartments.
Driving in heavy rain made me anxious. There were only a few things in the world that did, and this was one of them. I’d been in an accident only once, and it was when it was raining like this. I’d nearly died, and now, every time it rains, it reminds me of that moment. Of my tires hydroplaning and sending me straight for a tree. The feeling of my hood running into it and my forehead hitting the wheel. The taste of my own blood as it flowed from the massive open wound.
That was so long ago, before Madenline and I had gotten married—it had actually been the night she told me she was pregnant. Maybe it would’ve been better for everyone if I’d just died that night.
I blinked, forcing the memories away. I could think about that night later, when I wasn’t driving anymore. I needed to focus.
The harsh rain drowned out the sound of my blinker as I turned onto another road, slowly making my way toward Winnie’s place. The street was mostly empty, except for an oncoming car and someone walking on the sidewalk. She had no umbrella or coat on, so she was huddled in on herself—I slammed on my breaks, my car drifting forward on the layer of water on the street.
Winnie glanced over her shoulder at the sound of my tires. Our eyes met through the glass, through the rain, and the week-worth of tension between us. For a moment, time totally stopped. It was just the two of us on that road, the rain soaking through her clothes, plastering her hair to her face.
I crept forward until I was at her side. She just stared at me, looking shocked. Rolling the window down, I leaned over the center console.
“Get in!” I shouted over the rain. She didn’t move. She just stared. “Winnie, get in!”
She blinked, looking like she was coming out of a trance, and immediately moved toward the car. She hurried in, apologizing repeatedly for getting my car wet as she slammed the door and dropped her leather bag between her legs.
Instead of carrying it over her head to give her some protection, she’d been hugging it to her chest, as if she were protecting it.
“I’m so sorry,” she said again. Her dress was plastered to her body, the short hem stuck high on her thighs. The waterlogged fabric clung to her breasts like a second skin, her nipples hard peaks that poked through.
“It’s alright,” I murmured. I tried not to stare at her exposed skin, tried not to inhale her sweet vanilla scent invading every inch of my car. “Going home?”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered so quietly, it was nearly impossible to hear her over the roar of rain. But I heard it, and saw the way her face flushed, the way she tucked her lips between her teeth, like she hadn’t meant to say it.
I shook myself as I drove forward, my sweaty hands tight around the wheel. I shifted in my seat, my hard cock uncomfortable in my pants. The cage was sitting on my dresser at home because I was tired of the constraint, tired of feeling like I couldn’t fuck Winnie at a moment’s notice.
My gaze slid to her, finding her staring out the window, her hand resting on her thigh. Was she doing that on purpose? She had to know what seeing her touch herself would do to me.
“Have you read the book?” I asked, my voice raw and harsh. She glanced at me, her chest rising with a deep breath.
“I’ve read it a couple times,” she admitted, and my brow lifted.
“The whole thing?” Her face flushed crimson, and I grinned. “Or just parts of it?” She didn’t have to answer for me to know she’d read the dirty parts over and over, probably while she played with her little pussy.
“It was…good,” she said, hesitating on the last word. “I haven’t read anything like it.”
Yeah, I bet she hadn’t. Honestly, before I chose that book for her, I hadn’t read anything like it either. But I needed something to show her how fucked my brain was and what all I wanted to do to her, and the book I found was perfect. I flew through it in a few hours, fucked my fist a few times while reading, and knew it was exactly what she needed to see. .
“But you enjoyed it?” I asked, glancing between her and the road.
