11. Manners

eleven

Cam

Ithink this place might be haunted. Or maybe it's Violet herself. Something happens when I'm around her that forces me to do things I didn't know I had the capability or even desire to do.

Like kissing her.

I knew I liked to kiss her, but I didn't think I'd ever find myself doing it again. Yet here I am, pressed against a wire rack in a dingy storage closet.

What the actual fuck is happening?

Sweet vanilla lips melt into mine. Violet's fingers slide gently underneath my shirt, her rough fingertips tracing circles on my skin.

"Is this okay?" she whispers, her warm breath brushing against my lips. I try to answer, but my throat tightens, so I nod instead. Violet smiles, pressing her body against mine as her fingers slowly venture downward. Her tongue traces the vein in my neck, the cold metal piercing in her nose tickling the trail behind it. The hair on my arms stands up, my skin tingling from the delicate touch.

"Can I?" Violet asks, her voice raspy, but controlled. She tugs at the drawstrings on my scrub pants. I nod again, and the band around my waist loosens, before two fingers dip gently inside.

A shaky breath escapes my mouth, my grip around Violet's waist tightening.

"You're going to have to let go of me if you want more, Sparky," she mumbles, and my thighs clench together unintentionally, heat rising to my core. For a moment, I think about arguing back. Challenging her for trying to boss me around. But I don't think I could get a word out if I tried.

I nod, forcing my grip to soften as Violet's fingers dip lower into my pants, tracing the line where my thigh and hips meet. My chest brushes against her cheek as I inhale, then quickly retreats as I let the air back out. She tugs at the collar of my shirt, pressing her lips against the skin on my collar bone, sucking gently. I groan, and she smiles against my skin.

"You like that?" she whispers, before taking my earlobe between her teeth. I nod, and she sucks it into her mouth, her tongue tracing around it, warm and wet. I swallow.

"If you're going to fuck me…" I manage to get out in a ragged breath. "Get on with it."

Violet freezes, then pulls back slowly, the cold air hitting my ear as it slides out of her mouth. Her eyes lock onto mine, and she tilts her head slightly, raising a curious brow.

"You're talking a lot of shit for someone who's shaking," she says, a confident smirk stretching across her face. My eyes widen, my gaze dropping down to my arms.

Violet's right. I am shaking. Why am I shaking?

I cross my arms tightly to alleviate the twitching muscles, my back still pressed against the wire shelving.

"It's cold," I lie with forced confidence, as if my knees aren't currently buckling. Violet leans back into my ear, her lips grazing so faintly I almost wonder if I felt it at all.

"Don't worry," she whispers. "You'll be sweating before you know it."

I don't even have time to react before she drops to her knees, her fingers hooking into my waistband and pulling my pants down along with her. She slides them off, over my rainboots. The cool air hits my body, sending a shiver down my spine. Now, I really am cold. Violet's gaze flicks up to me, her tongue tracing the inside of my thigh.

Goosebumps spread across my skin, my toes curling inside my shoes.

"Still cold?" she teases.

I frown. "Yes, actually. I—Fuck."

Violet presses two rough fingers against my heat and parts them slowly to spread me open. I try to finish my sentence, but her warm mouth presses into me, her tongue dragging up from my dripping entrance to my clit.

My back arches at the sudden contact, my knuckles scraping against the wire shelves behind me as I reach for something, anything to hold onto. Violet's fingers curl around the back of my left thigh, lifting it over her shoulder to get a better angle. My hips buck as her tongue traces circles just around my clit, but not actually on it.

"God," I mutter, gripping the shelving tighter.

I look down. Violet's eyes are closed now as her head moves methodically from side-to-side, her tongue gently brushing against my clit with each movement. My clit pulses, a steady thrum between my thighs quickening as my body tenses and one hand moves from the shelves to the top of her head. Coarse, ridged fingertips drag slowly up the inside of my thigh, then graze against the delicate skin on my pussy before sinking back down. I don't mean to, but I let out a desperate whimper, aching for more.

Violet doesn't hesitate to give it to me.

Her hands grip my hips, pulling me down into her as her tongue presses against my entrance, my clit rubbing against the little ball of plastic in her mouth. I groan, my fingers curling around strands of her hair.

"God, you taste good," she mumbles, the vibrations of her voice echoing off my delicate skin. "You want me to fuck you, Princess? You want my tongue inside of that tight little pussy of yours?"

Holy fuck. Violet's words, just her voice even, is like quicksand, pulling me in, suffocating me in all the best ways possible. I nod quickly, desperately, my fingers gripping her hair tighter. The heel of my boot digs into her back, and I roll my hips forward, feeling the warm wet pressure of her tongue sliding between me.

"Use your words," she says, pulling back.

I let out an exasperated, pleading breath, but I comply.

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

My gaze lowers down to her, and those dangerous hazel eyes lock onto mine, challenging me. Pushing me.

"What?" I ask, my chest heaving as the cold air washes over my exposed pussy, wet and slick against the inside of my trembling thighs.

"Say please," she orders.

I let out a breathy, unintentional scoff.

"What?" I mean to ask it with some force, but it comes out as more of a desperate moan. Violet's head cocks, the corner of her mouth revealing a taunting smile.

"It might be foreign to you, but it's pretty custom here."

God, this woman. It's no fucking wonder she ended up as the boss of this place. She has a way of getting you to do things and making it feel like you wanted to all along.

My clit begins to ache, pleading for the contact Violet has broken. It pulses steadily, the pressure inside of me building like a dammed river. I swallow, letting out a loud huff and making sure she hears it.

"Please," I mumble, tilting my head back to look at the ceiling. I can't bear to look at her while she wins.

Violet's tongue clicks repeatedly. "Please what?"

I let out another scoff, but I know she isn't going to budge until I give in.

"Please, Violet." My eyes shut, and I can't believe I am giving her the satisfaction. "Please fuck me."

Violet's lips graze against my inner thigh, and the cold metal of her piercing drags closer and closer toward my heat.

"Good girl."

She tugs me downward, all my weight collapsing onto her face as her hot tongue enters me, rolling against the walls.

"Fuck Violet, I'm going to crush you!" I squeal, but I can't stop rocking myself further into her face. Violet just tightens her grip, pulling me down even harder.

Holy shit.

My stomach tightens, my hips rolling rhythmically as Violet's tongue dances around the inside of me. She pulls it out and drags it against my slick center, circling my clit with more pressure this time. My knuckles turn white, tightening around fistfuls of her hair.

"F-fuck Violet. I'm-I'm gonna—"

I try to get the words out, but my voice is shaky and tight. I would think she hadn't heard me, if her fingers weren't curling into my skin as she rolls her head from side-to-side. Her tongue traces parts of me I swear have never been touched before, and I wonder how I'm supposed to ever want anything that isn't this. My stomach tightens, my thighs trembling on either side of her as I buck my hips, the pressure building, trying to fight its way out.

"God, shit!" My brows press together, my head rolling back and my eyes along with it, as my thighs squeeze together, tight around Violet's face. "Fuck, Violet!"

My teeth sink into my lower lip so hard I know it will bruise, as I completely unravel on top of her, a string of curses I'm not sure are real words crawling from the back of my throat. I let out one last shaky moan and thrust forward, feeling her tongue graze my pussy before I completely collapse back against the shelves and then sink to the floor.

My chest heaves heavily, the room around me blurry, and for a moment, I think I might need my medication. But then, a rough hand brushes the hair out of my face, her thumb gently sliding across my bottom lip. My heartbeat slowly steadies, my chest rising and falling softer and softer.*

"Are you okay?" she asks gently, and my eyes slowly start to focus on the woman in front of me. A final, shuddering breath escapes my mouth, followed by a shaky, quiet chuckle. I nod, but Violet's eyes lock onto mine with concern. "Cam, are you sure?"

There's a shallow valley between Violet's brows as she presses them together, and I can't believe she would think I wouldn't be okay after… whatever the fuck that was. I am very much okay. I am more than okay. I am...

Exposed. And wet. Very wet. I scramble around the dark room, searching frantically for my pants.

"Looking for these?"

My head whips around to face Violet once more. She's standing confidently, one hand propped on her hip, while the other dangles my black scrub pants, a pair of completely soaked, bright pink boy shorts hanging out.

Oh my god.

"Yes, actually," I grumble, reaching out to grab them. Violet pulls them back quickly.

"Ah-ah, not so fast," she tuts. "Tell me you're okay."

I scowl. Not because I'm not okay, but because I just spent the last ten minutes following her every command, and I think I've just about had enough of it. Violet keeps staring at me, a small smirk on her face. I want to wipe it off right here right now.

But she's not the one with her vagina out, so…

"I'm fine," I say, snatching the pants out of her hand. My underwear slips out, landing onto the floor. I pretend I don't care, even if my cheeks are probably the same color as they are right now.

"Sheesh." Violet brushes her bangs out of her eyes. "Was it really that bad?"

"No," I say promptly. "It was many things, but bad was not one of them." Violet gives me a cocky grin, leaning against the wire rack she had me pressed against only minutes prior.

"So, same time next week then?"

I shoot her a glare, which loses its meaning when I break into a smile I hadn't meant to show. I slide on my underwear, rolling my eyes.

"Ha-ha," I say with sarcasm, like the thought of it doesn't make me weak all over again. I slide my scrub pants on and somehow, the center of them is wet too. I groan, checking the time on my phone.

"I have Criminal Dinner in an hour," I huff. "Now I have to go home and change."

Something washes over Violet's face, accomplishment maybe, and her tongue pokes the inside of her lower lip.

"You didn't seem too upset about it a minute ago." I shoot her another dirty look which I know has no meaning at all. "And what exactly is a Criminal Dinner?"

I finish adjusting my outfit and pull my hair back into a sweaty, tangled ponytail.

"It's a thing we do," I say, like that means anything. "Avery, Hayden, Adrian, and I."

A laugh escapes Violet's lips. "Well, you're quite the storyteller."

"God, you're nosy," I mutter. "We watch Criminal Minds and eat food. Good enough?"

Violet nods at my vague explanation, then clicks her tongue once.

"Ohh. Criminal! I get it now." She points at me, flashing a crooked smile. "That's funny."

I shove her playfully, my cheeks sore from fighting back a grin.

"Okay, you're ridiculous," I say, reaching for the door handle. "And I have to go."

Violet crosses her arms, her fingertips tapping against the whale shark tattoo on her bicep. My fingers draw downward, admiring it for a moment. I've always liked tattoos. There's a sea turtle on her left forearm, and a dozen small fish spread throughout. But near her wrist on her other arm, surrounded by an array of jellyfish and water, is a vacant spot. Everything around it is filled and finished, with shading and highlights, clearly healed. The space is so abrupt, so random, a bare piece of skin. I frown, looking back up at her.

"Why is it bare?" I ask, pointing at it. Violet looks confused for a moment, before her eyes follow the trail of my finger to her exposed arm. She looks back up at me.

"I'm saving it."

"For what?"

She shoots me a cocky smile. "Who's nosy now?"

My brows furrow, and I roll my eyes.

She sighs. "I don't know. I haven't decided yet. But it's the last part of the piece so—" She shrugs. "I wasn't ready to fill it yet."

I nod, then turn back to the door, reaching for the handle again.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" she asks behind me.

My hand drops, and I spin around, letting out a loud sigh.

"What?"

Her head tilts in a way that tells me I should know what. But I don't. This is how these things go. You fuck, you leave, you pretend it never happened. That was the whole point, right?

"If you say please—" Her weight shifts from one leg to the other. "You're supposed to say, ‘thank you.'"

I prop a hand on my hip. "Do you try to be this annoying? Or is it a natural thing?"

Violet's lips part into a cheesy grin.

"You like it," she says confidently. I purse my lips, sucking in my cheeks.

"No," I respond, my pitch heightening to prove the lie.

"If you didn't, you'd have left by now."

Heat rushes to my cheeks as I reach for the door handle. Violet points accusingly at me.

"Ha!" she exclaims, her smile widening. I twist the handle, pushing the door open.

"Shut up," I say, blushing. Then, I step through the frame and walk out.