How you taste

I woke up to a resounding headache. For the first time, the night had been a long one, filled with unending haunting.

After a hot shower, a beep from my phone gains my attention.

*"Wear a skirt today. And your hair in a bun."*

A message from Abaddon.

My heart skips a beat seeing this. The fucker even had my number. His ways were not new to me anymore—at this point, I expect anything.

The drive to school appears to be short, no matter how much I pray for more time. Anxiety crams my skin as I step onto the premises.

I'm welcomed by Drey, who's waiting by my class entrance.

"Good morning. I thought we could eat out together during lunch."

He seems eager with his approach. Not that I objected, but a certain someone made me refrain from deciding too quickly.

"It's only lunch, Aurelia. It's only a friendly gesture. We could at least get to know one another," he insists.

Yeah, it *is* only lunch! I tell myself. Drey is a fine man, and if he wants to take me—a single woman—out, then so be it.

Why would I waste my youthful age because some deranged man has stooped low to blackmail me? Well, fuck Abaddon and his stupid rules!

"I'm in. Text me."

"Thank you. You won't regret this," he mutters before walking away.

Fortunately for me, the entire morning, Abaddon was nowhere to be found. No one had laid eyes on him. Even Laurene feigned not to care about his whereabouts. Something must definitely be brewing between those two.

A certain relief washes over me at his absence, yet deep down, I feel some type of way—maybe incomplete.

It's past noon, and I'm handling my business in the bathroom when a message on my phone catches my attention.

Surprisingly, it’s from *him.* Crazy how I believed I'd be free from his bullying today.

*"The first class by the right, last floor. I'm waiting. Two minutes, or else…"*

With my body on the line, I quickly move without delay.

The entire floor is empty as I stride through. Goosebumps cram my skin as I arrive in front of the said classroom.

At this point, I'm about to turn to leave when strong hands grab mine. Where on earth did he come from?

Kiwor. Abaddon’s right-hand man. Of course, he’s here!

"Not so fast, pretty. Go on, he’s waiting," he motions, leaving me no choice.

The creaking sound of the door makes me shiver in anxiety, scared of what awaits me inside.

From the stories I've heard about this man to the things I’ve witnessed him do to me, I’m damn sure I’m walking straight into a casualty trap.

"There you are," his cold voice echoes in the quiet room.

He stands by the window, both hands deep in his pockets while observing me.

With slow steps, I approach him, not wanting to provoke him.

A shiver courses through me as he touches my face, tucking strands of my hair behind my ears. He shoves my head up to stare at him, our eyes locked on one another. I could be lost in his orbs.

"You look gorgeous dressed in that skirt." He swallows hard, yet a smirk rests on his face. He makes it hard to believe.

"You made me wear it."

"Aurelia, you please me by adhering to my words and doing my bidding. I might as well reward you."

Confusion fills my head, showcasing on my face. What on earth is this man up to?

"Go lie on the table."

My eyes widen in surprise, obviously not expecting his outburst. He points to the desk set for the teacher.

Warily, I do as I'm told, scared of his next actions if I fail to comply.

"Please, I'm scared…" I murmur in a whisper when he moves to the chair by the desk. He casually takes a seat.

Only a chuckle leaves his lips. He gently spreads my legs wide open. My heart is racing so fast it might break my rib cage.

The moment he dips his hands into my waist, pulling my pants down my legs, I realize—I am done for.

Whatever he has planned for me might as well leave me scarred for life.

"Fuck! Aurelia… do you have any idea how much torture you've put me through?" he whispers more to himself.

Laid out on the table, sprawled before him, I’m dazed by his words. The entire motion overwhelms me.

My pussy is bare as the day I was born, open before his eyes. Yes, he must have seen my body a million times thanks to his video, but not in this way. It makes me tense even more.

"This beautiful pink pussy belongs to me. Do you understand?"

Immediately, he sucks on my thighs, moving upward into my inner core.

Goodness, his tongue on my skin is driving me nuts.

I’m so wet right now—he must have noticed because a growl escapes his lips, vibrating against my pussy.

"Let's know how you taste, new girl."

With those words, he attacks my lips, French kissing my pussy in the most passionate way I’d ever imagined.

Fuck! He’s simply *too* good.

Now sucking on my clitoris with so much fervor, my moans are so loud I can barely recognize myself.

"Ahhh, uhhh, yes, it feels good!!"

"I know, baby. You love my tongue, don't you?" he mutters between sucking, making me wetter for him.

The sounds of Abaddon lapping hard at my juices, coupled with my groans, fill the once-quiet classroom.

I'm not sure how long I was accepting his actions, but I know, deep down, his torture is taking me to heights I've never reached.

Fingers grab his hair as I roll my waist on his face, wanting more of whatever he’s offering.

A loud groan pierces through me when he inserts his pinky finger into my tight hole, my walls contracting hard as I begin to feel it again.

"Cum for me. Cum, Aurelia."

That’s my cue.

On his command, I convulse hard, my entire body shaking until the last spurt. I come hard on his face, and he’s sucking, licking every drop.

That’s when I notice the game he played.

I realize—this was all his plan from the beginning.

With my body still convulsing, my eyes meet Drey’s.

There he is, eyes locked on me—still coming hard on Abaddon’s face.

Kiwor stands by the entrance watching too.

The pain in Drey’s eyes is one I never wished to see, let alone be the reason for it.

Done, Abaddon brings his face out from between my legs to stare at a shocked Drey.

"Drey… please, I…" I try to explain through harsh breaths, tears already pooling in my eyes.

"You see, Drey, I will always be one step ahead. Now you see how perfectly she fits around my tongue?"

Fucking monster.

I hate him.

"Guess you always win. And now, you’ve also gotten her caught in your web," Drey says, his eyes on mine, making the guilt I feel increase.

I am a mess as he storms out of the room angrily.

Quickly, I get up, my tears streaming down in their numbers.

"You had no right to do that!"

"I have every right to do whatever I please. Now stop yelling like you didn’t enjoy it. You’re only in pain because you wanted your *lover* instead!"

This man must be insane.

"I’ll never let Drey have you. Not on my fucking watch! I see you want him that bad, huh? So bad you agreed to eat out with the fucker?"

"How do you know that?"

"I have my ways, Aurelia. And trust me—I know more than you think."

"I hate you!" I yell before running away from his sight.

My senses are heightened at this point, my vision blurred as I run out, searching for Drey.

"He’s gone home, Aurelia," Janelle mentions.

Without delay, I message my driver to come take me home.

Obviously, school is over for my aching ass.