Page 33 of Loving the Tormentor

We both do. He pushes a second finger in, and I cry out at the intrusion.

This is fucking heaven.

Every second of pleasure I take is a piece of myself he's stealing. My moans are stupidly loud, my back tensing at the bliss. I feel my muscles tighten, my entire focus zooming in on one thing only, the pressure between my legs. His thumb caresses my clit over and over again, his fingers pumping mercilessly.

"Oh, fuck…fuck, fuck…" I pant. "Don't stop."

Before I know what's happening, the knot on the tie is against my throat, cutting off my breathing. Fear floods my veins at the same time as something explodes within me, and the contradiction makes me lose my mind.

I come so hard, I fall forward completely, screaming his name as my head hits his chest. My body coils, my knees pressing against his hips, and the noose tightens again.

His fingers disappear. I can't catch my breath. Everything is happening at the same time. He pushes me back, and I land awkwardly against the wall behind the desk as he takes his cock out in a rush.

"Don’t move," he growls, holding the tie like a leash.

I’m hyperventilating, the room tilting from the intensity of the orgasm. My vision narrows on his hand frantically stroking his dick. The slickness of my orgasm on his fingers mixes with his pre-cum. His breath hitches just as white ribbons shoot onto my cotton panties, and reality slowly settles.

"Fuck," he rasps as he catches his breath.

I blink up at him, still panting, half lying-half sitting on his desk. His phone appears out of nowhere, as if I'm losing sense of time.

"Don't," I mumble weakly, tears still wetting my eyelashes.

A flash, and it's gone again.

He zips his jeans back up, smirks at me, and slowly undoes the tie.

The room comes back into focus, along with the music from the party downstairs. And the tie disappears entirely, thrown to the floor.

He doesn't even let a silence settle, stepping back and grabbing a t-shirt laying on his bed. I'm stuck in place. What the hell happened? He tricked me into staying, threatened me. He scared me to death… He made me come.

"What are you doing?" I ask weakly as I rub my neck. I'm still struggling to breathe even though he didn't stop me from doing so. Even when it was at its tightest, I was choking only from my orgasm.

"Going back to the party," he explains casually. He runs a hand through his messy hair, checks his phone, and finally looks at me. "You can go now."

I could faint at how violently my heart crashes to my stomach.

"G-Go?"

He laughs softly, coming back to the desk. Pushing my fringe out of my eyes, he wipes some tears left on my cheeks with both his thumbs.

"You did good. You're free to leave."

"But you just—" I cut myself off, not knowing how to finish the sentence.

"Just what? Finally gave you what you and your other groupie friends dream of?"

My brain short-circuits. Is that what happened? Is that what I wanted? I have dreamed countless times of having sex with Achilles Duval. But the threats…the tie. Thefear.That's not how I wanted it to happen.

When I can see straight again, he's already by his door. "Listen very carefully, Nyx. If you got sent to SFU with any intention to ruin my life—hell, with any plans regarding me, just remember what I'm capable of, and think again."

Plans? To ruin his life? What the hell? I never even thought I'd get within his vicinity. And I didn't get sent here by anyone. I fought for it. I'm about to say that but realize he's already gone.

Just like that…my idol turns out to be the worst person at this college.

Chapter Eight

Achilles