Uncharted Territory (The Compass Series Book 3) by Tamsen Parker Page B
Authors: Tamsen Parker
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forever. Inevitably, my body betrays me. All my muscles contract and my orgasm rips through me on next contact.
My head is flooded by emotion: shame at disappointing him, lightness from my climax, pleasure from how focused he’s been on me, guilt that he must have left work for this. He’s scattered me like leaves in the wind, a swirl of brightly colored feelings I need him to take a rake to. Scrape and sort them into piles and then shove them into bags to be hauled away, leaving my head orderly.
But before he does, I know there’s more for me to take.
“Where do you keep your condoms and lube?”
“Top drawer of the nightstand, sir.”
Not that I’ve needed them before now, but I’ve been instructed to be prepared. He retrieves them before flipping me onto my stomach. “Brace your hand on the headboard and open your mouth.”
He presses the ruler he just beat me to orgasm with between my teeth and I close my lips around it, the vague taste of my climax tangy against my tongue. Holding it will help muffle the sounds I make as he works his way into my ass. Once he’s in, he fucks me fast and hard, and his fingers dig into the sore flesh of my butt as he comes.
When he’s through, he cleans up and helps me dress: a loose-sleeved sweater dress, a bra but no underwear or tights, and socks to go under my knee-high boots. He watches me put on my makeup. When I wince while pulling my hairbrush through the tangles, he takes it from me and brushes my hair himself before making me pull up my dress so he can paddle me.
Ben is indeed waiting for us downstairs, and my cheeks redden when Hunter tells me to ruck up my dress so my bare ass will be on the fine leather of the seats. I do as I’m told, face flaming when I catch Ben’s gaze in the rearview mirror.
Six hours later finds me naked and wrapped in a blanket, curled up on Hunter’s lap in front of the fireplace in the library. He’s holding an icepack to my wrist and petting my hair. The doctor he took me to said it was only a minor sprain, though Hunter had made him take X-rays to be sure. When we got home, Hunter had bundled me upstairs with Ben to finish my midterm before requesting my presence at dinner and then in the library. There was a nightcap for him, and for me, being tethered to the ottoman with a vibe strapped to my clit, forced to orgasm over and over for coming without permission earlier. That had ended with him forcing me to my knees for a quick and filthy blowjob, me gasping for breath as he held my hair and fucked my face.
After everything that’s happened today, I’m exhausted and ready to fall asleep in his arms. Unlike last night, I’ll sleep well. Hunter’s made sure of it. But there’s a pinprick of curious light in the darkening cavern of my head. I don’t think I’ll be able to fully give in to rest until it’s extinguished.
“What did you mean when you said Jamie would be dealt with accordingly?”
“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart.”
I want to let his soft words and firm touch be enough to snuff out the glow, but they’re not quite.
“What’s going to happen to him?”
Hunter’s chest expands under my head before he exhales through his nose. “If you must know, he’s going to be expelled.”
“Expelled?”
“Yes. I spoke with the dean this evening, and Mr. Nolan should be gathering his belongings to head back to Oak Park as we speak.”
How did … No, I don’t want to know.
“That seems kind of harsh. I mean—”
“He assaulted you, India. That kind of violence has no place on a college campus. You should be able to learn and express your opinions without fear. He’s lucky no charges are being pressed. He’ll be gone by the morning, and then you may resume your classes.”
Too many thoughts overwhelm me. Gratitude, incredulousness, anger, guilt, and delight. It’s all wrapped up into this tight, inseparable ball. Like if I tug on one string I don’t want, the whole thing will come apart in my
My head is flooded by emotion: shame at disappointing him, lightness from my climax, pleasure from how focused he’s been on me, guilt that he must have left work for this. He’s scattered me like leaves in the wind, a swirl of brightly colored feelings I need him to take a rake to. Scrape and sort them into piles and then shove them into bags to be hauled away, leaving my head orderly.
But before he does, I know there’s more for me to take.
“Where do you keep your condoms and lube?”
“Top drawer of the nightstand, sir.”
Not that I’ve needed them before now, but I’ve been instructed to be prepared. He retrieves them before flipping me onto my stomach. “Brace your hand on the headboard and open your mouth.”
He presses the ruler he just beat me to orgasm with between my teeth and I close my lips around it, the vague taste of my climax tangy against my tongue. Holding it will help muffle the sounds I make as he works his way into my ass. Once he’s in, he fucks me fast and hard, and his fingers dig into the sore flesh of my butt as he comes.
When he’s through, he cleans up and helps me dress: a loose-sleeved sweater dress, a bra but no underwear or tights, and socks to go under my knee-high boots. He watches me put on my makeup. When I wince while pulling my hairbrush through the tangles, he takes it from me and brushes my hair himself before making me pull up my dress so he can paddle me.
Ben is indeed waiting for us downstairs, and my cheeks redden when Hunter tells me to ruck up my dress so my bare ass will be on the fine leather of the seats. I do as I’m told, face flaming when I catch Ben’s gaze in the rearview mirror.
Six hours later finds me naked and wrapped in a blanket, curled up on Hunter’s lap in front of the fireplace in the library. He’s holding an icepack to my wrist and petting my hair. The doctor he took me to said it was only a minor sprain, though Hunter had made him take X-rays to be sure. When we got home, Hunter had bundled me upstairs with Ben to finish my midterm before requesting my presence at dinner and then in the library. There was a nightcap for him, and for me, being tethered to the ottoman with a vibe strapped to my clit, forced to orgasm over and over for coming without permission earlier. That had ended with him forcing me to my knees for a quick and filthy blowjob, me gasping for breath as he held my hair and fucked my face.
After everything that’s happened today, I’m exhausted and ready to fall asleep in his arms. Unlike last night, I’ll sleep well. Hunter’s made sure of it. But there’s a pinprick of curious light in the darkening cavern of my head. I don’t think I’ll be able to fully give in to rest until it’s extinguished.
“What did you mean when you said Jamie would be dealt with accordingly?”
“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart.”
I want to let his soft words and firm touch be enough to snuff out the glow, but they’re not quite.
“What’s going to happen to him?”
Hunter’s chest expands under my head before he exhales through his nose. “If you must know, he’s going to be expelled.”
“Expelled?”
“Yes. I spoke with the dean this evening, and Mr. Nolan should be gathering his belongings to head back to Oak Park as we speak.”
How did … No, I don’t want to know.
“That seems kind of harsh. I mean—”
“He assaulted you, India. That kind of violence has no place on a college campus. You should be able to learn and express your opinions without fear. He’s lucky no charges are being pressed. He’ll be gone by the morning, and then you may resume your classes.”
Too many thoughts overwhelm me. Gratitude, incredulousness, anger, guilt, and delight. It’s all wrapped up into this tight, inseparable ball. Like if I tug on one string I don’t want, the whole thing will come apart in my
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