Chapter 6

Ms. Celeste watched Jay, never taking her eyes off him. “Remember my toy, I have your relationship with Karruche in my hands,” she says as she follows him down stairs “So if you don’t stay, I’ll report her and she’ll go to jail...”.

She let the words hang in the air, a thick, tangible rope between them. Jay stopped at the bottom of the stairs, turning to face her. His eyes were stormy, his jaw clenched. “You’re blackmailing me?” he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

Ms. Celeste cocked an eyebrow, unfazed. “I prefer to think of it as ... negotiation.” She stepped closer, noticing Jay was doing his best not to stare at her naked form.

“You’re not going to pretend you’re not enjoying this, are you, Jay?” she asked, her voice a purr. She reached out, trailing a finger down his chest, feeling the muscles beneath his t-shirt tense beneath her touch.

Jay grabbed her wrist, his grip tight. “You’re playing with fire, Ms. Celeste,” he warned, his voice barely above a growl.

Ms. Celeste just smiled, not at all put off. “Oh, I know. But I’ve always liked the heat.” She leaned in, her breath hot on his ear.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me, Jay. Like you want to fuck me senseless. And I must say, the feeling is mutual.” She bit his earlobe, hard enough to make him gasp.

“I’m going home,” Jay said, pulling away from her “No one will believe you about me and Karruche,”

he said, his voice steady despite the storm of emotions inside him.

Ms. Celeste chuckled, a low, sultry sound that made Jay’s cock twitch. “Oh, I think they will. I have evidence, remember? And you’re not going anywhere, Jay. Not until we’ve had our fun.”

She pushed him against the wall, her body pressing against his. She could feel his cock, hard and eager, straining against his jeans. She ground against him, a slow, torturous movement that made him groan.

“I said no,” Jay says, pushing her back “I’m going home and back to Karruche,”.

Ms. Celeste scoffs, “You think you can just walk away from me, Jay? You think you can just go back to your little teacher girlfriend and everything will be fine?”. She steps closer, her voice dropping to a husky whisper, “I won’t let you go, Jay. I want you, and I always get what I want.”

Jay’s eyes flash with anger, but Ms. Celeste can see the desire burning in them too. She reaches out, grabbing his crotch, feeling his hard cock through his jeans. “You want me too, Jay.

I can feel it,” Ms. Celeste whispered, her hand still cupping his crotch. She rubbed him gently, feeling him throb against her palm. “Let’s stop this charade. Let’s see what you’re really made of.”

Jay’s breath hitched, his resistance crumbling under her touch. “Fuck you,” he muttered, “I do not want you and I am LEAVING NOW,”.

He tried to push past her, but she grabbed his arm, her nails digging into his skin. He turned to face her, his eyes blazing with anger and lust.

Ms. Celeste smirked, not at all deterred. “You’re not going anywhere, Jay. Not until you’ve fucked me like you’ve been wanting to.” She pushed him back against the wall, her hands going to his belt. Her fingers fumbled with the buckle, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

“I said NO,” Jay says, pushing her away “You’ve got nothing on me so FUCK OFF,”.

He starts to leave but Ms. Celeste grabs his arm, turning him towards her. She presses her body against his, her hand going straight to his crotch, rubbing him through his jeans.

“Your mouth says no, but your cock says yes,” she whispers, her voice a low, sultry growl. She can feel him, hard and throbbing, and it makes her pussy ache with need. She wants him, she wants to feel him inside her, filling her up.

Jay grits his teeth, trying to ignore the sensation of her hand on his cock.

“You’re fucking delusional, Ms. Celeste,” he spits out, but his voice lacks conviction. His body betrays him, his hips bucking slightly against her touch “I’m leaving and you can get the fuck away from me,”.