CHAPTER 6 - Emery

I spread my legs. Maybe I shouldn’t have. But it didn’t matter now, not when I was bared for him already. My mind was a blur of fear and want and something I couldn't name.

Then I felt Felix's fingers brush against my inner thigh. His touch was featherlight, teasing.

"Look at you," he murmured, and I could hear the smile in his voice. "Soaking wet for me already. And you tried to lie to me."

"P-professor F-Felix-" I started, but the words died in my throat as his fingers finally found me.

I gasped. His touch was gentle but firm, sliding through my wetness with an ease that made my cheeks burn.

"Shh," he murmured. "Just feel. Don't think. Just feel."

His fingers traced slow circles around my clit, and my hips bucked involuntarily. The sensation was overwhelming, too much and not enough all at once.

"Look how your body responds to me," he said, his voice low and rough. "You're dripping for me. Isn't that right?"

I couldn't speak. Could barely breathe. I nodded frantically.

"Words, hun. I want to hear you say it."

"Y-yes," I gasped. "Y-yes, I'm—I'm d-dripping f-for y-youuu."

"That's my good girl." His fingers slid lower, parting my folds, exploring me with agonizing slowness. "Tell me, Emery. Has anyone ever touched you like this?"

"N-no," I whimpered. "No, n-never."

"Good," he growled, and something in his voice made my stomach flip. “I’ll be the first to fuck you too.”

His finger circled my entrance, not quite entering. I was desperate for him to push inside, to fill me, to-

"P-please," I begged. "P-please, I n-need-"

"What do you need, hun?" He circled again, and I nearly sobbed with frustration. "Tell me. Use your words."

"I-I need you inside m-me. P-please. P-pleaseeee."

He pushed one finger inside, and I cried out. The sensation was unlike anything I'd ever felt. full and stretching and so incredibly right.

"That's it," he praised. "So tight. So perfect."

"You’re so beautiful." He thrust his fingers deeper, faster, and I cried out again. "Mine."

Mine.

The word echoed in my head, again and again. Mine. Mine. Mine. 

Felix worked me with a steady rhythm, his fingers curling and thrusting, his thumb circling my clit in time with his strokes. The pleasure built quickly, overwhelming, consuming.

"I can feel you clenching around me," he said, his voice rough with satisfaction. "You're close, aren't you? You're going to come for me."

"Y-yes," I gasped. "Y-yes, I- I'm close-"

"Then let go." His thumb pressed harder. "Let go, Emery. I want to feel you come apart on my fingers."

"I can’t- I-"

"Don't fight it. Let it happen. You deserve this pleasure. You deserve to feel good. Let me give it to you."

His words broke something inside me. A sob tore from my throat as the orgasm crashed through me, intense and overwhelming. 

My body clenched around his fingers, my legs shaking, my mind going blank.

"That's it," he praised. "That's my good girl. Let it all out. So fucking hot when you come."

I was still trembling when he pulled his fingers out. I felt his hands on my hips, turning me slightly. I heard him drop to his knees behind me.

And then his tongue flicked my clit.

I screamed.

His mouth was hot and insistent, his tongue lapping at my sensitive flesh like I was something worth savoring. He circled my clit, flicked it, sucked it until I was sobbing with need.

"P-professor F-Felixx," I moaned. "I- I can't- I can't-"

"You can," he murmured against my skin. "You can give me another one. I know you can."

"I-It's too muchh-"

"It's perfect. You're perfect. Come for me again, Emery. Let me taste you."

His tongue pushed inside me, and I shattered.

The second orgasm hit me harder than the first. I came on his tongue, my body shuddering, my hands gripping the edge of the table so hard my knuckles went white. 

Professor Felix drank me down like I was something sacred, something holy.

When I finally stopped shaking, I was wrecked. Completely undone. Felix rose to his feet and pulled me into his arms, turning me around to face him.

"Look at me," he said softly.

I forced my eyes open. His silver gaze was warm, tender in a way that made my chest ache.

"You were perfect," he said. "Do you understand? Every sound you made. Every tremble. Every moan. You were perfect."

"P-professor F-Felix-" I started, but my voice broke.

"Don't talk." He pressed his forehead to mine. "Just breathe."

I did. Slowly, shakily, I felt myself come back to my body.

But then I remembered what I'd been begging for. What he'd refused.

"Please," I said, my voice hoarse. "Please fuck me. Please, I need- I need you inside me. Please."

Felix pulled back, his expression shifting to something unreadable. "Not yet."

I blinked, confused. "What?"

"Not yet." He stroked my cheek, his thumb brushing away a tear I hadn't realized I'd shed.

"When I take you, it won't be like this. It won't be because you're hurting or scared or trying to prove something. It will be because you want it. Because you're choosing it. Because you're mine."

"I do want it," I insisted. "I want it so badly-"

"I know," he said gently. "But you're not ready."

"How do you know?"

He cupped my face, forcing me to meet his eyes. "Because you're still looking for someone to save you. And I want you to save yourself."

I opened my mouth to argue, but he was already wrapping his coat around me. The warmth of it and the scent of him surrounded me.

He pulled me into his arms and held me. His hand stroked my hair with a gentleness that made my chest ache.

"You're beautiful," he said softly. "Do you hear me? You are beautiful. Every inch of you."

I shook my head against his chest. I couldn't believe it. I couldn't-

"Emery." His voice was firm. "Look at me."

I looked up. His silver eyes burned with intensity.

"You are beautiful," he repeated. "And the next time you call yourself disgusting, I will spank you until you can't sit for a week. Understood?"

A watery laugh escaped me. "Understood."

"Good girl."

He held me for a long moment, letting me cry. It wasn’t sad tears. It was I-can’t-believe-this-happened-but-I’m-so-happy-it-happened-and-I-wish-it-never-ended tears.

"The rejection," he said finally. "The bullying. What happened today, it will only get worse before it gets better."

I stiffened. "What do you mean?"

"What I mean is that you need to be strong. Whatever comes next, you have to survive it. You have to believe you're worth surviving for."

"Okay," I replied softly, nodding.

He kissed my forehead and pulled away.

"I have to go," he said. "Can you find your way back to your dorm?"

I nodded, still dazed and confused. “I think I can.”

He helped me dress. His hands were gentle on my body, careful and precise, and I wanted to cry all over again. 

I looked at my rumpled dress, the pink lace panties he'd pulled back up my thighs, and felt like a different person.

"Thank you," I whispered.

He pressed one last kiss to my lips. Soft and sweet. And then he was gone.

I stood in his study for a long moment, surrounded by the lingering warmth of him. 

My body was sore in ways I'd never experienced. My ass ached from his spanks. My thighs were slick. My heart was full.

For the first time in my life, I felt seen.

I walked out into the corridor, my mind spinning. I could still feel his fingers, his tongue, his words echoing in my head.

You're beautiful. You're perfect. You're mine.

The words wrapped around me like a shield.

But even as I walked through the empty halls of Blackthorn Academy, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. That the peace I'd found was temporary. That the other shoe was about to drop.

And I was right. Just as I reached the hallway leading to my dorm, five guards appeared. 

They were huge, clad in black armor, their expressions cold and grim. They blocked my path like a wall of steel.

"Lady Emery," the lead guard said. "You are hereby detained for the suspected murder of Lord Elias, Lady Vera, and Lord Zach."

I stared at him, my blood turning to ice. "What?"

"The three students you were seen arguing with earlier tonight have been found dead. You are the prime suspect."

No. No, that couldn't be right. I'd left them alive. Humiliated, yes. But alive.

"I didn't-" My voice cracked. "I wouldn't-"

"Save your protests for the interrogation," the guard said coldly. "You're coming with us."