Chapter 11

Blair

I clasped my hand over the girl's mouth, preventing her from uttering a word. Her eyes were wide with shock and embarrassment, and I felt her tremble under my heated gaze.

Kicking the cubicle door shut, I slid the handle to secure the lock. A wicked smirk plastered on my face and I leaned my lips close to her ear, "Let me show you how much I want you." I lowly purred, coaxing her into giving in to me.

The volleyball captain's eyes visibly rolled to the back of her head and I could feel her desire seeping through her, itching for me to take her right then and there.

I parted her legs with my right knee and caressed her inner thighs. My lips pressed against her neck, leaving wet kisses down to her collarbone. I glanced up to view her reaction and saw her mouth gaped in pleasure, eyes clenched shut. Her expression fueled the lust that drove me and my hands made their way to eagerly unbutton the school uniform.

The light blue bra that held her breasts made me lick my lips in a predatory manner. A bashful blush crept up her face and she attempted to shy away, but I was quick to pin her arms to the sides of her head.

I landed my lips on the valley, sucking and biting on the smooth skin, marking her all over. Reddish-purple bruises began to form and I didn't stop until I was satisified with my work.

The soft moans she exhibited as I unveiled my hand made me want to give in to all my sinful desires. There was only a few minutes left until lunch was over, and I couldn't wait to devour my meal.

"Look at me, baby," I ordered,  calmly so that I didn't scare her. "What do you want?" I asked, twirling a loose strand of her hair between my fingers and watched her get lost in my green orbs.

"Answer." my voice deepened in demand when she stayed silent.

"I..." she stammered, her teeth sinking down on her rosy lips, hesitant to answer. "I don't know what to say..." she told me truthfully, looking down in shame.

I cooed at her innocence, mischief probably  prominent in my eyes. "What do you want me to do, hm?" I pressed my thumb on her bottom lip, releasing it from her bite, "I want you to be vocal with me. Tell me everything you want me to do..." I picked up her wrist that was bare from hair ties and bracelets, trailing kisses.

I couldn't help but grope her breast with my other hand, feeling my clit pulse between my thighs. She whimpered, still looking at me for guidance, evidently lost.

"Do whatever you want with me.." she whispered sheepishly, failing to hold the lustful gaze we shared and my smirk widened with delight at her words.

"Good answer."

Just as I lowered and got down on my knees, I blasted up from the bed gasping. Strands of hair was stuck to my neck that was covered in sweat, and I glanced at the clock to see it was only four in the morning.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

I let out a tired sigh, feeling the moisture that has pooled between my legs. I groaned, burying my face in my hands. I did not just have a wet dream about Whitney Montgomery- I thought, forcing myself to reel in denial.

I couldn't allow myself to have that again. It wasn't like me to have a wet dream about someone- especially if that someone was a girl.

I was a strong woman. I knew I was a strong woman, a very powerful one too, but what led me to have that sort of fantasy?

Shaking my head, I shoved all analysis of the dream to the very back of my brain. An 'ugh' left my mouth when I wiped away the sweat on my neck, my face contorting in disgust.

I needed a shower. An ice-cold shower.

There had to be a way to control my dreams. Whitney Montgomery was the last person in mind to dream about, and I revolted all of the lustful thoughts I had.

My bare feet padded along the cold tiles, hurriedly stripping my satin robe and slip dress,  stepping in the shower. The cold water hit my back and I shrieked like a cat that had been dropped in a pool.

I waited for a couple minutes to get used to the temperature before I started washing. I grabbed the shampoo bottle, the scent of vanilla bean hitting my nose, and lathered the amount I squirted on my hand onto my hair.

I shut my eyes to prevent any soap from dripping in, but every time I did, images of the dream I had not long ago kept popping up. I groaned in frustration, banishing all pornographic thoughts from interrupting.

When I got to washing my legs, my hands were itching to go between them and find release. I can't- I repeatedly told myself, and I pinched the skin to erase the desires.

The minutes that passed were torturous. I wanted to touch myself so badly, but I couldn't allow it. The volleyball captain was creeping into my brain, the hypothetical sound of her moans ringing in my head.

Stop it!

Not even just a little release? A hushed voice echoed.  Balling my fists and pausing for a minute, I rushed to a conclusion, and that was to stop it by giving in but only once.

I felt the wetness of my folds with my finger, quietly moaning at the fact of finally giving in. Working my way up to my orgasm, I replayed the dream and let myself imagine the continuation of it, pleasuring myself to the though of her moans and calls of my name.