The heartbeats

Chapter 7

>Abbie:

I finish by exhaling on Ian's chest. I didn't want to tell him about my parents and this incident but I couldn't be silent anymore. I had to talk to someone. Even if he is an affectionate person at the moment I still hate him. He took advantage of my body, he almost made me come on his fingers, just for a simple question whose answer did not affect him. He did not follow the rules imposed. Without forgetting that he has an incredible pride. I ended up falling asleep on his muscular torso. But when I woke up he was no longer there. What a motherfucker.

This is my first day in class today, after what happened. I don't want to go. Everyone will have mercy on me. Everyone is going to talk to me about what happened and I'm not ready for all this. But I have no other choice so I'm getting ready. Once finished, I go down to the kitchen, Laura, James and Ethan are there. The others are in college.
"Laura, I'm sorry I left the party early last night" I apologize to her, but she is not upset quite the opposite.
"No, don't worry, it's nothing" I smiled at her with a little smile and she smiled at me in return with a wink.
"Abbie, is everything all right?" James asks me what attracts Ethan's attention.
He looks at me with a look that waits impatiently for my answer,
"yes, everything is fine, thank you" a false smile takes over the previous one.
I take a bottle of water and put it in my bag.
"Shall we go?"
The three of them smile at me. They noticed that I'm trying to run away from this conversation.

We join the others in the courtyard.
"Abbie, how are you, my dear?"
Why every fucking persons is asking me this fucking question?
"I'm fine Lili" I answer amicably.
Everyone is talking about last night except Ian and me. He advances towards me, puts himself behind me and then wraps his hands around my shoulders. "I'm sorry I sneaked in but I didn't want to miss the party," he whispers to me.
No, but is he serious? God, please give me patience. "I don't give a fuck Ian whether you want to enjoy the party or not. I didn't even have to let you enter my room." I add coldly, whispering to him in return too.
I escape from his wide arms and go to my class. I haven't been here for an hour since I've already spoken to at least twenty people. I slip away to the back of the class. The teacher enters and Ian after him. What is he doing there? It's not even his class. He sits next to me. I put away my things as quickly as possible to change places but he grabs my wrist, "you can't change places, firstly because we have a deal, and secondly because half of this class was at Laura's party yesterday so they know we're together. Wouldn't it be weird if you sit next to someone else while your boyfriend is here?" He's not wrong.
He's not wrong at all. I sit down again by placing my elbows on the table to rest my head on them.

This is the last period and I found myself, again, next to Ian. I'm starting to believe that he's in the same class on purpose. It's been a quarter of an hour since the teacher started talking about I don't know what and I'm already bored. I place my head on the table wishing to be able to sleep for the forty-five minutes that remain. But I feel Ian's hand going up from my knee to my thigh to the inside of my thigh. I'm wearing pants, he won't be able to go very far but anyway I'm trying to escape, I'm trying to remove his hand but I can't do it. He placed another hand on me to make sure that I stay in place.
"Try to be my good little girl, if you don't want the whole class and your teacher to watch me make you come," he mutters to me.
"Why are you fucking here ? It's not even your class" I ask him but instead of answering he inserts his hand again between my thighs but this time under my pants. Why don't I fight to free myself anymore ? Why am I no longer trying yo remove his hand ? Why do I let the same mistake happen again ? I sit properly on the chair so that he can enter me comfortably. Why am I helping him to penetrate me? And why am I so wet? He slips his hand under my panties. I grab each side of the chair after he drags a finger on my swollen clitoris. I roll my eyes to the back of my head while moaning,
"my little butterfly, I remind you that you are in class" he whispers to me.
That's a punishment. He wants to punish me because I tried to change places every time he sat next to me today? I try to breathe normally so as not to attract the teacher's attention but when he notices that I'm starting to take control he inserts another finger which makes me arch my back. He gets closer to my ear,
"I love that your pussy is so wet and tight for me, butterfly" with a low voice which looks like a whisper.
I try to stay normal but he increases the press on my clit which allows an orgasm to build in my stomach. I don't know how there are only a few minutes left before the bell. My hands grasp the sides of the chair harder than before.
"Ian-" I moan in a low voice.
"Mhmm" he mumbles looking at me as if he was waiting for me to continue my sentence.
"Ian, I'm going to come" my voice is low that I can barely hear it.
"Then come, my beautiful butterfly".
The movement of his fingers in my pussy is accelerating more and more. The bell rings and at the same time I come on his fingers. I release the sides of the chair and sleep on the table trying to bring my breathing back to normal.
"My good little girl" by removing his fingers.
"I fucking hate you, Ian. So much," I told him, raising my head and looking directly into his eyes. He has a grin on his face while placing a lock of my hair behind my ear. I clap his hand and turn my head away. A laugh escapes from his throat then gets up and leaves the class. After half an hour I finally decide to go home.

I go up to my room and I don't speak to anyone. I take a shower to clean myself and then I dive into my bed. The guilt of letting him play with my body gnaws at me from the inside. But at the same time I don't want him to stop. Christian has only make me come a few times in the last three years while Ian— No Abbie, you can't think that. He makes you come just for his pride, for his selfishness, for the satisfaction he feels when he sees you about to come. Forget all that Abbie Ridley.

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