24

Blaine
“I’d never forget that night.” I’m pretty sure Oak saved me from a life in prison that day. To be honest, it’s sick that the girl’s accidental death never made me feel guilty, as it’s one of the perils. It’s what I did after that. When I lost control entirely and tore those two other girls apart, that haunts me. That wasn’t an accident. It was a savage and brutal murder spree.
The blonde clears her throat, eyeing Oak. “Can I get you anything?”
Oak shakes his head. “No, put this drink on my tab. Oak Byrne.” He brushes her off and I grab my drink.
Her face falls as we both walk away from the bar.
“All I’m saying is tread carefully. She’s a student and I can’t deal with any more fallouts right now.” He pinches the bridge of his nose. “I pissed off enough of the parents by marrying one of my students. I don’t need some kind of sadistic act going wrong and killing a student on my watch.”
I clench my jaw as the fact is I’m more in control now. That day at the strip-club I was spiraling with no purpose in life. “Things are different now. I don’t take crazy risks with my sub’s lives.”
His brow hitches. “Are you saying Azira is one of your subs?”
Not yet.
I shake my head. “Of course not. We’ve flirted harmlessly, that’s all.” It’s a lie if ever I’ve told one, but I can’t bring myself to tell Oak the truth for fear he’ll try to stop me. Now that I’ve stepped over the line with Azira, I fear nothing can stop the beast inside of me from laying his claim on her.
Oak doesn’t look convinced. “Just be careful, alright?”
“Do you really need to tell me to be careful? When have I ever crossed the line with a student?”
“I apologize. You are right, you’ve never crossed the line before.” He claps me on the shoulder. “Let’s enjoy the rest of the evening.”
I don’t say another word as we return to the table and I sit next to Azira.
Instantly, I feel her gaze on me, but I don’t meet it. Not right away, as I know Oak will watch carefully, looking for any signs that I am indeed in a sexual Dom and sub relationship with Miss Sidorov.
Adrianna shakes her head. “Quit now, Daniels. No one can beat me at drinking games.”
“It’s true,” Eva says, leaning forward slightly. “She beats all the guys at beer chugging.”
Archer’s brow furrows and the look of determination in his eyes if enough to make me want to run for the hills. This bar may be upmarket, but if these two are going to chug beer, we will bring the place down a notch. “Challenge accepted.” He calls over a waitress. “Two large beers, please.”
She nods and scurries off to get their order.
I resist the urge to roll my eyes. “How are you even a professor when you act like a fucking child?”
Archer glares at me. “How are you a professor when you’re such a sadistic son of a bitch?”
Oak clears his throat. “I never thought I’d be sitting in a bar with my two friends who are professors at my school and find that the more mature guests are students.” He glares at me and then Archer. “Stop being idiots.”
I flex my fingers around my glass and bring it to my lips, glaring at Archer.
Azira shuffles next to me, drawing my eyes to her.
I smirk when I see the flush to her cheeks and the way she rubs her thighs together beneath the table. Our little encounter in the alleyway has left her needy and desperate.
“Are you okay, Azira?” I ask, drawing her eyes to me.
Her throat bobs as she swallows slowly. “Great.” There’s a hint of sarcasm in her tone.
I steal a quick glance at Oak, who is talking now with Archer in depth. A perfect opportunity. Slowly, I slide my hand onto Azira’s thigh, making her tense beneath my fingers. And then I let my fingers tease beneath the skirt of her dress until I find her soaking wet cunt.
She tries to close me off, squeezing her thighs together tightly. Her hand clasping around my wrist as she stares at me in shock.
I force apart her thighs and then dip my middle and forefingers deep into her virginal entrance, making her shudder.
She bites her bottom lip to stop herself from crying out as she breaks my gaze and focuses on her drink in front of her.
“What do you think, Azira?” Adrianna asks.
She stiffens as she meets her friend’s gaze. “About what?”
“What beer is better, Budweiser or Heineken?”
Azira wrinkles her nose. “You know I don’t drink beer.”
The waitress returns as I keep my hand firmly beneath Azira’s dress, my fingers inside her, but still.
I can tell it’s driving her insane as she wiggles her hips from side to side, trying to find some friction or pressure.
Dirty little girl.
“Rules are simple. First to finish the beer wins,” Oak says.
I can tell that Azira is hardly focusing on what’s going on around her, while my fingers are deep in her greedy little cunt.
She places a hand around my wrist and tugs. “Sir, please,” she whispers.
I smirk. “Please what, malishka?” I murmur into her ear. “Finger you or stop?”
Her lips purse as if she hasn’t quite decided which she wants me to do. “The first.”
“Dirty girl,” I scold, slowly moving my fingers a little way out of her and then as slowly moving them back in, torturing her with delicate movements to ensure she won’t come apart.
By the time this night is through, I want her desperate and panting when we part ways. And then I’ll imagine her desperately masturbating when she gets home, chasing her release, which I denied her.
“Have that!” Adrianna says, slamming her glass down a few seconds before Archer.
Archer growls like an animal. “Motherfucker.”
“I’m afraid Adrianna is the winner,” Oak announces, smirking at Arch, who looks like he wants to tear the entire place apart with his bare hands. He really has met his match with Adrianna Vasquez in every sense of the word.
Adrianna smirks at Arch, looking like the cat who got the cream. “I told you no one can beat me.”
As the conversation continues, I slowly torture my dirty little masochist as she squirms beside me. The rhythm is steady but too slow to push her over the edge as her breathing becomes labored.
“Sir, please,” she whispers.
I shake my head. “No.” I clench my jaw. “Naughty girls get punished, not orgasms.”
She makes a cute, irritated sound.
I glance toward Oak to see he’s watching me, eyes narrowed slightly. It doesn’t rattle me though as I lift my glass toward him. “Cheers.” My other fingers are still buried deep in my students’ virgin pussy.
Azira swallows hard and takes a drink also, as Eva says something to him. Neither me nor Azira are contributing much to the conversation, but that’s not unusual for me.
I pull my fingers out of her and wipe them on a serviette, cleaning away her sweet arousal. And then I lean toward her to murmur, “Later, when the night is over, you will go home and get yourself off, thinking about me and all the dirty things you want me to do to you.”
She trembles, biting on her lower lip.
“However, it won’t satisfy you, because it won’t be me giving it to you.” I lean even closer. “But naughty girls don’t get what they want.”
I move away from her then and down the rest of my whiskey, standing. “I’m getting another drink. Anyone need one?”
“Get a round in on my tab,” Oak says, barely glancing in my direction.
I walk away, knowing that the line I crossed tonight with Azira was reckless. And yet I’d already flirted with it earlier today when I shot my cum over her face. Hell, I guess you could say I obliterated it, not just flirted with it.
Perhaps it’s time I heed Oak’s warning and keep my distance from her, before I do something I regret.