Chapter 4

That night, my bed is very empty and I find sleep difficult. Mel and I talked over the phone last night, and everything seemed fine. Neither of us brought up Rowena’s touch, or, indeed, Rowena at all.

Remembering my pledge to surprise her this morning during her extra cred, I get up and head to school.

The school is quite empty, unsurprisingly. The door to my English classroom is unlocked but the classroom itself is empty. Odd, I think to myself. Perhaps they went to the library?

I’m just about to go check when I hear a familiar sound. It’s Mel’s kitten-mewl, the one she makes when she feels an incredible amount of pleasure.

It’s coming from the office.

Quickly and quietly, I shut and lock the classroom door, walking to office door and finding it open a crack. I press my eye to the opening.

The first sight I am greeted with is the image of Mel, bent over the desk, her ass up in the air. A hand comes down hard on her buttock, leaving a red mark, and I swallow thickly at the jiggle that follows. Shifting, I locate the owner of the hand. Rowena. Why am I not surprised?

‘You should have asked my permission, Melody, ‘ she says wickedly, ‘before you fucked that boy.’ She begins to circle the desk like a predator. ‘Before you allowed him to take your virginity.’

Melody wiggles on the desk. I can see the glistening liquid dripping from her pussy.

‘I didn’t fuck Burton, ‘ she protests. ‘We made love.’

‘Did I give you permission to speak?’ Rowena snaps. Her hand comes down again on Mel’s ass. I look on in awe at Ro’s choice of clothing. While Mel is bare--although I now notice that her hands are bound--Rowena is slightly more covered.

Black leather boots with spiky heels come up to her mid thighs. Fish nets comes up to her waist, a small section left out to leave her pussy bare. A little leather vest holds her breasts up.

Mel whimpers at the feeling of Ro’s hand on her ass.

‘No, mistress, I did not have permission to speak.’

‘Good, ‘ Rowena purrs. From the wall she pulls down a small whip, trailing it down Mel’s back. And between her legs. Suddenly she stops her pacing, stopping in front of Mel’s face.

‘Up.’

Struggling, Mel stands.

‘Come lick me, Melody.’

Rowena sits on the edge of the desk, spreading her legs open. Mel kneels between them eagerly, pressing her face into Ro’s pussy. I watch her little tongue dart out to flick across Rowena’s clit as a low moan rolls past her lips.

Ro arches her back, pressing Mel’s face closer with a hand. She shudders, and from the look on her face, I can tell that climax is close. But instead of riding it out, she pulls Mel’s face away and pushes her over the desk again. Then Rowena walks to the far end of the office, out of my range of sight.

I shift uncomfortably, not sure how I feel about the whole thing. My erection rubs painfully against my jeans.

When Ro comes back, I can only see her backside. She leans over Mel, pressing her into the desk.

‘Tell me you want it, Melody.’

‘No!’ Mel cries out.

‘ “No” what, Melody?’

‘No, mistress, ‘ Mel whimpers, but she rubs back against Rowena anyway.

Which is the moment I realise that Rowena is wearing a dildo.

‘Tell me you want it, ‘ Rowena insists, pulling Mel’s head back. ‘Tell me you want to be fucked, Melody.’

Mel cries out in pain.

‘No... ‘

Rowena presses the tip of it inside Mel.

‘I can feel how you want it, Melody, ‘ she replies, rubbing her fingers around Mel’s clit. ‘You’re dripping.’

‘No ... I don’t want you to fuck me ... I want Burton! I don’t want a dildo, I want his cock.’

My heart jumps at her confession.

Rowena chuckles, bending over. She licks Mel teasingly.

‘Of course you do.’ She inserts a few fingers, pumping painfully slowly.

I watch her bring my Mel to a peak, and then I quietly leave the room, head spinning.

The day is shit until English class. I feel betrayed. I may have thought about doing things with Rowena, but I never would have put them in motion. It occurs to me that she and Mel must have been playing their sadistic little game since before I made her mine, but that almost makes it worse. Does this mean she doesn’t actually love me?