Bedded by the Headmaster

Ch8: Climax 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️

Susie:

It was almost worth admitting that she'd never climaxed during sex to watch the blood drain from Arken's face.

"So...this will be your first?" he asked, removing her legs from his shoulders and setting them down.

"It won't be my first anything," she said heatedly, the anger she'd been repressing beginning to surface. She wasn't going to come, she decided. No way.

"But just to clarify..."

Susie sighed. "I've had orgasms before."

But it's really none of your business.

Arken's eyes narrowed. "But never during sex?"

She shrugged a shoulder. "Why do you care?"

"I care."

His simple answer shimmered between them.

"You don't even know me," she whispered.

"I'm trying to get to know you. I want to get to know you."

Her heart fell. That was the last thing she wanted—for her captor to get to know her real thoughts and feelings.

The truth was, she'd had at least one visitor a week since she'd joined Volmasque Academy. There were regulars who came to feed on her on a monthly basis. Some vampires were professional and took only what they needed. Others drank more than their fill. And it was common for them to want her for sex as well. It was...

It was just how it was.

She did not want to get to know any of them. And she did not want to get to know Arken. So, she deflected, "Why are you even interested in me?"

"Because of the way you volunteered to take your friend's place tonight. Molly," he added.

"So, you're punishing me?"

"On the contrary. I admire you for it."

The blood rushed to her face in embarrassment. It wasn't fair. She should not be the one to feel embarrassed, not when Arken was in the wrong, but she couldn't help it. Not when he said things like that.

"So, this is meant to be a reward?" she muttered, trying to keep the disdain from her voice.

"Well, my dear...I'll let you be the judge of that. But I feel you deserve to experience an orgasm. I can help you with that."

Susie nearly scoffed in reply when Arken touched her cheek. She stilled, breathless as he held her chin and thumbed her lower lip. His words were quieter, deadlier when he spoke. "Tell me, Susanna. What can I do to help you get there?"

"You could help by leaving the room," she shot back. "That would give me the highest chance."

"Don't sass me," Arken said, but he was smiling, his eyes gleaming as if he enjoyed the exchange.

It was a miracle he hadn't reprimanded her yet for her tone of voice, and it made her wonder what his limits were. Where was the line she'd have to cross for him to be cruel to her? Because there was always a line—the tripwire was never far away with vampires.

Arken was waiting for her response.

Seriously?

Susie repressed a groan, uncomfortably conscious of how hard he still was inside her. How could he stay aroused while simply talking to her?

"Look," she began, trying not to sound irritable, "I can't climax during sex, all right? It's just not possible—my body doesn't work that way."

And I don't want to.