I'll make you beg....

The moment we left Isabella beneath the whispering canopy of the ancient oak tree, Aaron's fingers clamped around my hand.  His grip tight and deliberate, it was a silent performance meant to broadcast his absolute ownership of me. Nausea coiled violently in my stomach. 

Good Lord,  I wanted to retch. I wanted to sink my teeth deep into his arrogant flesh, to scream,to tear the heavy silence apart with violence, anything, anything at all,rather than remain frozen here, a captive audience to this insufferable jerk.

Phones  clicked and flashes blinked around us as we moved through the courtyard. 

By noon, these photos would flood every campus group chat, turning a private moment into public gossip. The narrative was already writing itself, after rejecting him some days ago, cementing my reputation as the untouchable ice queen.  Here I was, completely defenseless now, letting the school's most notorious  heartthrob walk me through the crowd.

His grip on me was firm,radiating a warmth that completely contradicted my freezing public persona. 

I could feel the intense stares of onlookers, their whispers trailing behind us like a wake.  Some students looked shocked, while others continued typing updates on their phones, eager to be the first to break the scandal.  It was chaotic, messy and entirely out of my control.  Still, as the campus blurred past and the distance between us closed, a strange sense of comfort washed over me. If my carefully constructed reputation had to shatter, this was a spectacular way to let it happen.

Some girls were glaring hole at the back of my head and I could feel it, the realization hit me hard, I had just signed my own death warrant by agreeing to be Aaron's girlfriend because believe me,  not only would I be facing Aaron's cruel blackmailing and bullying but that of the bitches he had fucked  and Emilian Francis, the campus's main badass,the vain, vainglorious campus model who let everyone believe Aaron was her boyfriend, a false rumour Aaron never bothered to deny would have me buried alive for agreeing to be her boy's girl. 

Everything was already messy enough for me. Aaron remained unfazed by everything going on, he was used to the attention. 

He took me into the locker room and bolted the door.

“Listen, Ice queen, I don't want the kind of sloppy sex you had with Wade, nah! That's some old man thing,” he slowly took my hand and placed it on his hard rock.

Lord,  my shameless pussy was instantly wet and I swallowed hard as I allowed him to guide my palm against his big cock. But as soon as I remembered it was Aaron, I yanked my hand off his grip.

“Son…. Son.. of a bitch.” I cursed as my cheeks suddenly felt hot, no one needed to tell me they were crimson by now. 

I watched as he slowly slid a hand into his pocket and gingerly brought out his phone, he replayed the video from our visitor's room and I felt shame wash away my resolve. My defensive walls collapsed and I grew weak against him. 

“Acting tough huh? Ice queen.”

He slowly brought his face to my neck as he slid the leverage back into his pocket, his finger tracing the skin down to my collarbone then down to the curves of my breast,leaving a trail of tingling sensation. 

“I'm gonna mark you, leave my teeth imprinted on your thigh so that every time you sit, you remember who owns your body. I'm gonna bury my cock so deep in your tight  little pussy that every time you get wet, only one cock comes to your mind...... Aaron's, I'll make you beg for it like you begged Wade to take,  make you earn it.

His right hand moved down and across my stomach, slowly inching its way to the dip between my thighs. As his fingers pulled my dress up slowly, I leaned my head back against one of the lockers. 

Aaron's left hand moved down and slid between my thighs ripping off my lace panties. As the tip of his fingers touched the top of my slit, I closed my eyes and bit my lower lip.

“You're so wet, Lord knows if I waste a second longer you'd be forming a pool." Aaron  was whispering against my ear as his fingers dipped lower between my legs. Using just the tips of his fingers, he rubbed my pussy gently, giving me just enough pressure so I could feel him. 

As his fingers moved up and down my lips, his thumb pressed lightly against my clit, which was already hardening. 

He flattened his hand slightly, his shirt button  cutting into my skin just above my pussy. I hardly felt it. His fingers pushed inside my lips, his thumb applied more pressure to my clit. In slow circles, he rotated his thumb over my clit. I moaned and arched. His hand holding my dress up wrapped itself around my waist pressing me to him. His fingers moved in faster circles. Just as I felt an orgasm start, Aaron stopped all movement. I moaned, mentally begging him to move his fingers.

Slowly, Aaron flexed his wrist, moving his fingers up and down my pussy. As he kissed my neck, he slid his middle finger inside my pussy and withdrew it slowly. 

Four more times he inserted and withdrew his finger. On the fifth insertion, he pushed two fingers inside me. 

"Rub your clit. Touch yourself while I fuck you." His voice was low against my ear. 

Following his instructions, I slid my hand down between my legs, something I've never done in my life but would I really tell him that and make him mock me even more? As Aaron stroked my pussy, fucking me slowly with his two fingers, I pressed my fingers to my clit and rubbed frantically, I had seen those p**n actresses do it, it was no biggie. My fingers hummed over my hard nub.

Aaron’s fingers stroked faster and faster, diving deeper and deeper into my tunnel. I was moaning, writhing against him. His cock was hard against me but still tucked safely in his pants. "Cum, baby. Cum for me." 

He whispered it over and over again in my ear. As his fingers rammed inside me, I broke. My orgasm ripped through me. I came so hard, cum spurted from me, drenching his hand. His fingers slowed and then finally withdrew completely.

Lord, I was completely ready to have his dick in me, call that bitchy I wasn't about to give a single fuck.  

He made me a mess but I noticed something, Aaron was not making any move to remove his own clothes.  He was still fully dressed while I was already torn apart with just two of his fingers inside me. It was only then his words from earlier sank deep….. “I'll make you beg…..” I was just a second away from begging him but I couldn't give him that satisfaction,  no. Not yet.

He watched me with a satisfying yet cocky grin and his next statement drove me crazy. 

“Oh look at that, our little ice queen isn't so icy at all, at least not when it comes to her pussy, look how she fell apart under my fingers, what would happen if it was my dick?”

I wanted to slap him because it was true.

I was about to give him the biting remark of the century when my phone rang, tearing through the silence. 

I froze,seeing the name flashing on the screen. 

Was he back?