Page 34 of The Heartbreaker


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I don’t finish my sentence. I’m interrupted by the sound of her footsteps as she sprints out of the room, letting the door slam behind her and leaving me alone with my shame.

Eleven

Sadie

I’m sprinting across campus. My notebook and pen are still sitting on the table in the classroom, but there’s no way I’m going back. Not today.

Tears sting behind my eyes, and I feel like I’m crawling out of my skin. I don’t know if I want to cry or scream or hit something or fuck someone.

What just happened back there?

I wanted that—and I’m not just saying that. I really did want it. I craved it, needed it, and practically begged him to do it. I wanted Lucas Goode to release his aggression on me as much as he wanted to.

So why am I so upset?

It’s like all my emotions bubbled to the top, and now they’re begging to spring free.

I manage to make it to my car, locking myself inside before slamming my hands against the steering wheel and letting out a scream. It doesn’t help. My body is still buzzing. My skin prickles, feeling every tiny sensation from the friction of my cotton panties against my sore ass to the heat of my car, causing sweat to build in my pores. I can feel every single one.

My breathing intensifies, and before I give myself time to think or stop, I shove my hand down the front of my leggings. My body is screaming with need as I smother my hand over my clit, trying to quiet this ache.

But I can’t. Touching myself only makes it worse.

So I press my fingers over it in tight circles, rubbing myself as I replay the needy sounds he made as he spanked me. The way he unleashed something primal inside himself. The way the pain awakened my arousal and my emotions.

Throwing my head back, I whimper in the quiet, steamy confines of my car. My legs tense, and my back arches as my relentless fingers force my body into a hasty orgasm that feels like both a burden and a relief.

Crying out, I ride out the waves of pleasure, cursing Dr. Goode’s name in my head. My free hand squeezes the steering wheel, and when the climax eventually crests the peak, my head starts to spin, and dots appear in my vision.

Quickly, I pull my hand out of my pants and start my car, cranking the AC to full power. It takes a moment for the air to turn cold, but when it does, I rest my forehead against the steering wheel and breathe it in. My head is soaked with sweat, and my legs are still trembling from the intensity of my quick orgasm.

It takes me a moment to realize I’m not upset anymore. It turns out masturbating really did relieve the intensity.

However, my ass still hurts, and I’m still mad.

Instead of going back to Luke’s house—which, I guess, technically is my house now—I drive to the one person who will listen to me vent about this without judgment. When I pull up to Sage’s apartment, I park in an empty spot across the street and dash into the laundromat.

She’s not down here like I can sometimes find her, but the owner, Gladys, is. She’s sweeping the floor and pauses to stare at me in shock.

“What the hell happened to you?” she asks.

Saying that I just got spanked by my professor and masturbated in my car probably isn’t the right response, so I just shrug and reply jovially, “This heat!”

She chuckles to herself as I jog up the stairs to Sage’s apartment. God, I sure hope Adam isn’t home, and I don’t walk in on something I don’t want to see. When I tap on her door, her dog Roscoe starts yipping inside, and I hear her immediately try to shush him.

When she opens the door, she’s obviously surprised to see me, judging by the expression on her face. “What’s up? Are you okay?”

“Something weird just happened, and I need to talk about it.”

“Come in.” Quickly opening the door, she ushers me inside and meets me on the couch. “Want something to drink? I’ve got sweet tea.”

“No thanks,” I reply, tucking my sweaty red curls behind my ear.

Planting her hands in what’s left of her lap, she waits for me to speak. “What happened?”

“First of all, you have to promise to keep this between you and me.”

“Always,” she replies without hesitation. “Adam is with his mom, so we’re good. Tell me everything.”

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