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Shaking my head, I gin, “Uh huh, I own you, Ella. The only way you will get any pleasure is if I give it to you myself,” I place my hand over her pussy, “The only time you’re allowed to touch this pussy is when you are washing it or using a tampon during your time of the month.” I watch her emotions dance across her face as the realization hits her, “Now, do you still want to come or not? I have guests that will be missing my presence if I don’t get back soon.”
She’s thinking too much, and is taking too long to give me her answer, so I pinch her sensitive clit. She tries moving away, so I pinch it harder.
"Jace…”
“How do you want me to make you come, Ella? You either tell me how you like it or I’m going to do it on my own.”
“I…”
I’m tired of waiting for her answer, so I begin rubbing her clit. Lifting one of her legs, I place it on the other side of me so I’m not between her legs. I watch my hand as I play with her until I glance up and see that her eyes are closed and her head is turned. I’m embarrassing her, but I don’t care anymore. There is nothing for her to be embarrassed about; she perfect, and I can’t wait until I see her face when she falls apart by my hand.
“Look at me, Ella.”
“I can’t.”
“Why not?’
“You know why, Jace. You crave my humiliation, and this is one way to get it.”
Her core begins to weep the longer I play with her.
“You may own me, but at least let me deal with the aftermath my way.”
She’s now upsetting me by not obeying like she promised, “Ella, look…at…me. She finally opens her beautiful blue eyes, “Keep them on me. I want to see you come apart. I want you to know exactly who it is making you come apart.”
Something comes over her as she slowly begins to grind against my hand. I insert a finger while continuing to rub her. When I insert a second one, I take my time pushing in, and then pulling out, curling my fingers, and then repeating. She starts to fuck my hand the more I thrust into her. Rubbing and then pinching her clit, she’s almost ready to let go, so I start slamming my fingers into her, “Come for me, Ella. Give me what belongs to me.”
“Oh…Jace! I’m coming…!” I watch as she throw her head back, her mouth forming an O while she explodes all over my hand. I continue to fuck her and when I ram my fingers in one last time, I push them as far as I can…and that’s when I feel it.
I remain still until her climax is over and I slowly remove my fingers. Remorse fills every fiber of my being. What have I done? The mere fact that I ruined her life over what is now an obvious lie, has me second guessing everything that has happened in the last two years. I mean, it was a lie, wasn’t it, because how can that be? Mason said that they had sex, he said that she was wild, and that he’d tap it again. If that’s the case, then how the fuck can she still have her hymen?
I silently get up and go into the attached bathroom to find a washcloth. After running it under warm water, I return to Ella, and gently spread her legs. I can’t look her in the face right now, I’m not sure if I can ever do so again, knowing what I know now. I wash away all my dried semen from this afternoon, along with everything she gave me. I toss the dirty cloth into the hamper and cover her back up.
My escape can’t be fast enough. Without looking back at her, I pause with one leg out the window, “Goodnight, Ella,” I say, and then climb out onto the branch. I descend the tree quickly and then disappear into the dark.
Chapter 7
Forgive Me
Something happened the night that Jace came to my room. I’m not quite sure what it was, or what caused it, but he hasn’t bothered me in over a month. Our eyes will meet in the halls at school, but it’s as if he is looking right through me, and not seeing me at all. No more being shoved against lockers, or tripped in the halls. There are no more punishments in the Art room during last period; those are what I miss. I try thinking back to that night, when his hands touched, and caressed me; where they filled me with a desire that I have never felt before. I had sworn to put on a show for him that night, because it’s what he had wanted, but in the end, there was no acting on my end. He had succeeded in taking what he was wanting from me; he knew I would deliver like the good girl that I am, and he was so right.
I watch him when nobody else is looking, and he is the same guy around everyone else; it’s just me. I’m not sure what is worse, him bullying me, or him ignoring me completely. At least when he bullied me, I still felt like a person, like someone who was still thought of, even if it was just to torture me. Aside from Jace ignoring me, nothing else has changed with the rest of my classmates…or so I thought.
I’m just sitting down to eat lunch in my own little corner, away from the rest of the student body, I sense a presence behind me. My eyes roam the cafeteria before I dare to look to see who it is. There are a few students staring in my direction with stunned expressions. Whoever is behind me must be a big deal, if other students are finding it surprising. I turn slightly, peeking over my shoulder. A face that I see on a daily basis, but never interact with, is gazing down at me with a slight grin.
“Hey, Ella. It’s been a long time.”
I’m momentarily speechless. Mason Baker stands in front of me with his hands in his pockets, looking a tad uncomfortable, but still grinning, “Hey, Mason.” I turn back around and pretend to be interested in my lunch. What else am I supposed to do? It’s been two whole years since Mason last talked to me, just like everyone else. Why is he choosing now to come talk to me?
“Do you mind if I sit down?”
I shrug, “Sit wherever you like.”
Mason is a lineman on our football team, so he’s pretty big, muscular-wise, and when he sits beside me, I feel the table lift a little bit. He has no food with him, and I’m pretty sure that this isn’t his lunch period, but here he is anyway, bothering me. I really feel no need to talk to anybody in this school since they all shunned me, Mason included. I shuffle around my pasta salad on my plate before bringing the fork to my mouth to take a bite, trying to ignore the guy beside me.
“So, how have you been, Ella?” If he’s noticed my lack of interest of him sitting with me, he doesn’t show it, as he continues to ask questions, “Why don’t I ever see you around town anymore?” He makes it sound like I’ve been unsociable, forgetting the fact that everybody turned their backs on me, including the Baker twins.
His questions are annoying, so I just stop him before he can ask anything thing else, “What is it that you want, Mason?” Annoyance laces my voice, and he flinches.
