Sins Of Her Venom
Chapter 30: Panties

As we stood there in the janitor’s room, Glyndon’s wide, shocked eyes locked onto mine after what I’d just said, but I didn’t care about her reaction.

I wasn’t here to play gentle or second-guess myself. I grabbed my phone and placed it on the little shelf by the wall, angling the flash so it lit up the room, and now we could both see each other.

She stood there, trembling slightly, her button-down barely hanging off her shoulders, the fabric slipping lower with each movement, leaving her breasts and stomach completely exposed.

Her bra hugged her breasts tightly, and her skin flushed under the stark light.

She was watching me, her lips slightly parted like she was about to say something but couldn’t find the words.

I stepped closer, closing the space between us, and placed my hands firmly on her waist. "Jump," I said, my voice firm but low.

She blinked, confused, her brows furrowing. "What?"

"Jump," I repeated, tightening my grip on her waist.

And she did, her body reacting to my command as if she didn’t even have control over it anymore.

I hoisted her up onto the small wooden table in the corner of the room. Now, sitting there, she was almost at eye level with me.

The perfect height.

I stepped between her legs, keeping my hands on her waist, and leaned in just enough to see every detail of her face.

Her eyes told a story I wasn’t sure she even understood yet.

They were clouded with something—confusion, maybe, or anger—but there was something else beneath it all.

A fire that I recognized.

One I’d seen before when she stared at me in math class earlier. She didn’t think I noticed, but I did.

I’d felt her eyes on me the whole time, and I’d ignored them just like I was trying to ignore the way they were staring at me now. But it was hard.

I let my gaze wander down, taking in the sight of her sitting there, her back slightly arched, her body exposed and waiting.

That’s what she was doing—waiting for me to do whatever I wanted to her. And I could tell she hated herself for it, just like I knew she wouldn’t stop me.

I wrapped my hand firmly around her throat, my fingers brushing against the cool metal of the collar I’d put on her.

The sight of it under my hand made something primal stir inside me, and I pulled her closer until our faces were inches apart, her warm breath hitting my lips.

Her breath hitched audibly, her chest rising and falling faster now.

I could feel her pulse racing under my palm, her life, her vulnerability, right there in my grip. And yet, she didn’t resist me.

She just sat there, her body trembling slightly, her lips parted as though she was trying to say something but couldn’t.

Finally, her hooded eyes met mine, filled with a mix of fear, defiance, and something else she wasn’t ready to admit.

"Tell me you hate me," I asked, my voice soft but dripping with challenge, my thumb grazing the edge of her jaw.

Her lips trembled as she tried to form words, her eyes darting everywhere but at me. Finally, she stuttered, "I... I hate you, Kathrine Andrews."

The sound of those words, her trying so hard to not stutter as she said she hated me while sitting there, letting me touch her however I wanted, sent a jolt straight to my clit.

It was intoxicating—her hate, her denial, the way she trembled under my control while claiming she despised me.

I tightened my grip on her throat just enough to make her gasp, her eyes fluttering shut as her head tilted back slightly.

Her lashes fluttered, and for a second, I saw her eyes roll to the back of her head.

The way her body reacted to me, to my touch, to my control, drove me fucking insane.

My heart raced in excitement, my blood pounding in my ears, as I leaned in closer, my lips hovering near hers. She hated how good I made her feel, and that only made it all the more exhilarating.

I tightened my grip on her waist, pulling her closer, and my hands moved down to grab her thighs.

Her breath hitched audibly, a sharp sound that sent a thrill through me.

She almost gasped as my hands found the edge of her skirt and began sliding it up, inch by inch, exposing her smooth skin and the purple underwear underneath.

I smirked, looking into her wide, dazed eyes, and said, "Purple."

She didn’t reply. Her gaze was locked on mine, a mix of anticipation and something she wouldn’t name flickering in her eyes.

She stayed silent, but her body spoke volumes—her chest rising and falling quickly, her lips parted, her thighs trembling slightly beneath my hands.

I let one hand trail over her panties, fingers brushing over the fabric.

"Purple’s my favorite color," I murmured, almost to myself, though I knew she could hear me.

A desire was burning through me, scorching, consuming.

A knot formed low in my abdomen, tightening with every passing second as I leaned in closer, drawn to her like a moth to a flame.

I pressed my lips against her neck, leaving soft kisses along the sensitive skin, and felt her shiver against me.

Slowly, I trailed lower, letting my lips brush over her collarbone, then her breasts, lingering just enough to make her squirm.

Her voice came out in a shaky whisper, almost a plea. "No marks."

I paused, pulling back just enough to look at her. Her cheeks were flushed, her breathing ragged, her lips trembling slightly as if she didn’t even believe her request.

I smirked again but obeyed, letting my lips continue their path downward, gentle, teasing, until I reached the waistband of her panties.

My breath ghosted over the fabric as I looked up at her one last time, her eyes glazed, her body tense and waiting.

It was intoxicating, the way she surrendered herself to me even when she hated every single part of me.

She bit her lower lip, breathing so hard and fast.

I couldn’t help but look at her tits moving up and down which was when I noticed the Cross necklace that she always has on.

That made me smirk remembering what we did in the church.

She spread her legs for me, representing her soaked pussy to me which almost sent me into a dry orgasm.

" Good girl. I want this to become muscle memory for your legs to spread each time I come closer to you." I whispered, my voice filled with lust as I snatched her panties off.

My breath hitched when my eyes moved to her pouty pink pussy that seemed to be glistering due to how aroused she was.

There is no way she is not at least bisexual, no straight girl gets this wet from being cornered by another girl.

I know a lot of ’straight’ girls find masculine presenting women attractive, but I’m not that, she could not use it as an excuse by saying ’Well you look like a man, no wonder I’m attracted to you.’

I’m a pretty feminine presenting woman, my hair is long, I wear makeup, I wear skirts and tiny cropped tops, dresses, low-cut tops to show up my cleavage, and feminine jewelry.

But I won’t tell her now, it’s too confusing and also I genuinely don’t care if she wants to acknowledge it or not, either way, I’m getting what I want.

Toying with her.

Playing with her, using her like my own rag doll.

I leaned down to her core, her legs automatically widened more. To give me more access, I could feel the heat radiating out of her pussy before my lips could meet her pouty-soaked lips.

"Kathrine~" She whimpered my name and throw her head to the back while I sucked her clit into my mouth, giving it a gentle nibble that made her body twitch.

I slowly pushed two of my fingers inside her pussy, so wet, so warm, so tight... And clenching around my fingers trying to lock them inside.

I curled my finger upwards, hitting that sweet spot that made her moan loudly and immediately covered her mouth to keep it down.

Just seconds later, she cried out, her legs crushing my head as she climaxed, her clit trembled on my tongue and her hole clenching around my fingers while I cleaned her.

I licked and swallowed every little drop of her slick until her pussy was begging me to leave some behind... Well, I didn’t.

"You have the sweetest pussy, little devil," I whispered after pulling away from her and walking backward to rest on the wall, licking my fingers clean as I watched her trying to get her sanity back.

She gulped, with shaky legs, she closed her legs, pulling her skirt down, fixing her blazer and the rest of her clothes while we both stared into each other eyes, refusing to blink.

"My panties." She commanded me while lifting her hand and waiting for me to give her back her panties.

I silently watched her jump down from the table, and with shaky legs walk closer to me to get her panties back.

I smirked, pushing her panties into my skirt’s pocket, and said " Come over to my house tonight and you can have it back."

I paused to grab my phone from the shelf and said "For now, you can carry on your day without it, be careful not to flash anyone."