Page 46 of Disobedient Pawn

“Yes.”

He set the notebook aside, his entire personality changing. “Fine, both of you get inside, and I don’t want to see you in Blake O’Brien’s car again. You know the rules. You stay away from the kings, that’s an order.” Morrison pointed his finger at Ivy and then hit the button to close the window. I had to jump back or be caught in it. So he knew the guys nickname which I thought was strange. Then again there was a number of things at this place that were strange. We watched the car leave just as Blake and Myles walked up the sidewalk from the student parking around the back.

I had no interest in going round two with Myles over a date. Whipping around, I dragged Ivy with me. I glanced over my shoulder as I opened the front door, but he was looking down. I was a little shocked that he didn’t try to chase me down. Maybe he got the message. A wave of disappointment washed through me, and I really hated how I didn’t want him yet could still feel disappointed. As soon as we got inside, I pulled Ivy into the girl’s bathroom. The automatic lights flicked on as we pushed through the second door.

“What the hell was that?” I whispered. “Why was your dad treating you like that?”

Tears welled up in Ivy’s eyes. “Talk to me, Ivy. That wasn’t normal. He looked like he was going to drive off with you to knock you around.”

I felt bad for pushing her as tears fell like a dam had burst. “I don’t want to talk about it,” she said as she ran out the door.

I was going to run after her, but I knew when someone had been pushed too far. She needed her space. Glancing up at my reflection in the mirror, I sighed. What had started as a fun evening certainly didn’t end that way. I really wasn’t looking forward to heading back to my room to deal with my bitchy roommate, but unless the room transfer I put in for happened, I needed to sleep at some point.

NOVEMBER 8 – MONDAY 9:49 PM

Nash

Vicky was all talk. She put on a good show and acted like she would make a great porn star, but when it came to sex, she was as dull as one of my father’s three-hour board meetings about the fiscal quarter. At least those had colorful graphs. All I was getting was a limp body that flapped like a dying fish and moaning that was more like a pig’s grunt or maybe a goat's—no that had to be a donkey. I couldn’t distinguish farm animals well enough to know for sure, but she was definitely of the petting zoo variety. I pet, she brayed. I wanted to stuff a dirty sock in her mouth and if she choked on it, would be a bonus.

It was so much better when I shoved my dick down her throat and shut her up. Nothing made me go soft faster than listening to the squeal and moan that ended with a throaty grunt. Seriously, what the fuck was that?

“Oh yes, Nash, you feel so good,” she said, and I rolled my eyes.

“Oh yes, I’m the best,” I drawled out.

I knew shit had really taken a turn for the worse when I started imagining what it would be like to fuck strange things. I’d gone through normal items and even tried a couple, but my latest fantasy was a stuffed turkey. That had some serious possibilities with it being warm and gooey. I could rip off a leg like a caveman and eat at the same time. Okay, that was some funny shit, and I had to stop myself from laughing out loud.

I’d avoided having sex with her for the last month, but this was the best way to get under Ren’s skin. I had one goal with this maneuver, Ren would forever have me burned into her brain. I didn’t do hearts and flowers, and I certainly wasn’t going to charm her into bed. But annoy the fuck out of her, make her remember me, have her wonder what it would be like to be the one under me…now those were all things I could do.

Best case scenario, she got jealous, but the end goal was to stick with her. Whenever I walked into a room, she would remember hearing and seeing me. It was a mindfuck that I enjoyed, and this was only act one. The long-game plan was to make sure she looked in every corner to see if I was there, wondering what I’d do next. There was a power that came with being on someone’s mind all the time, which I planned on using to my full advantage.

Now the question became could I manage to stay hard until she got back? Fucking Blake and Myles, they better not have won already. I’d never live that shit down.

“Please never stop fucking me,” Vicky cooed in her high-pitched voice. She ran her nails across my shoulders, and I leaned into it from side to side, wanting to tell her she missed where I was itchy.

“Oh, I love it when you wiggle back and forth like that.”

“Yeah, so do I,” I said and moved my shoulder up and down against her nails.

And what the fuck was up with these sheets? They were terrible. I had no idea how she slept on them. My ass felt like I was rubbing up against Velcro while being bitten by fire ants with every thrust. I would’ve whipped them off my back, but in typical Vicky fashion, she said she got too cold and it would take her longer to come. Fuck I would layer the bed in fifty heated blankets if it made this bitch come faster.

If Ren didn’t show up soon, I would have to fake an orgasm. I’d never had to do that before, but I was going to give it the good old college try just to get the hell out of here. My adrenaline spiked as soon as I heard the key card beep in the door. Fucking yes! She was back.

I started thrusting harder until Vicky’s head hit the wall. “Ouch, Nash. Not so hard,” she complained, but I ignored her. My full attention was on a different girl.

The door opened, and I smirked as I stared at the shadow cast on the floor. “Fuck Vicky, you feel so good,” I groaned and then glanced over my shoulder to see the full effect of her shock.

The look on her face was a beautiful thing. Ren’s mouth hung open, her eyes wide as she stood frozen mid-stride. Now all she had to do was run off and think about what she saw. Like planting a seed, the thought would grow with a little water and eventually become what I wanted.

What I hadn’t expected was the rage that came over her face. It actually turned me on, or did until she opened her mouth.

“Get the hell out of here, Freak. We’re in the middle of something,” Vicky yelled.

“Oh fuck no, this is not happening,” Ren said, her voice a low growl.

My movements slowed as she propped the door open. What the hell was she doing? Ren pulled out her cell phone and held it up. Even from my compromised position, I could tell the recording light was on.

“Hey, everyone! You want to see Nash and Vicky fucking? I’m live-streaming that shit on my channel, For The Love Of Art, or come out into the hall and see it for yourself. I mean, it’s a pretty weak show, but I’m sure you’ll get some worthy blackmail material. I give Vicky a solid two out of ten, Nash maybe a three and a half.”