Witch bitch.
Chelsea Malcolm, age 18. From Albany,New York. Possesses the ability of Pyrokinesis.
The Little Witch Bitch!
Every since her arrival, she has been all over Kyle. Constantly asking him for things, trying to help him with chores. This wouldn't bother me to much under normal circumstances.
The other girls do that too, wishing to contribute to the place that became their safe haven. And that's not a problem.
But Chelsea takes it to another level, batting her eyelashes, laughing at everything he says. Parading around the school in short skirts and tight tops. Flirting with my Kyle.
And she knows he's with me, all the girls do. But that doesn't seem to matter.
Just like Madison.
I mean, Kyle wouldn't cheat on me. I know that.
He's proven how much he loves me. Expresses that love with all the little things he does.
But I…I just can't stand seeing another girl even attempting to take him from me.
Not again.
He's serving breakfast to the whole house.
When I reach the dining room, he notices me right away and comes to meet me. I receive a smile and peck on the cheek. He walks me to my seat at the front of the table, pulling out my chair.
'Always the perfect gentleman.'
Some of the girls greet me with a hello, asking me how I slept. I smile at them, answering kindly. Then she waltzes in.
Dressed in a black mini skirt (Could that even be considered a skirt with so little material?) with a red zipper top and leather jacket. Complete with red sky-high pumps.(Stripper Shoes.) As if she was going to a nightclub. (Or to work her job on the corner.) But I know why she's dressed like that. For Kyle.
My Kyle.
I watch as she struts to her seat, exaggerating her movements. When Kyle gets to her, she looks him over, biting her lip.
Mentally fucking him. But he just hands her a plate.
Offers her no more than a friendly smile and a simple good morning. She pouts as he turns from her.
Satisfied, I go back to my food.
While teaching my class, I make note that Chelsea isn't there. Asking Queenie to take over, I leave the room without another word.
Walking down the hall, I hear it.
That irritating giggle of her's.
I find her in the kitchen, with Kyle, watching him clean. She's touching his arm, getting closer every second.
Jealousy courses through my veins. Not wanting this to go on any longer, I clear my throat.
Both look up, startled. She has a look of annoyance on her face, while Kyle just smiles tenderly at me.
"Chelsea, you're suppose to be in class right now." I tell her sternly, hands clasped behind my back. Showing that I have superiority over her. She smiles at me sweetly.
Fake.
"Sorry Miss. Benson. I was just helping Kyle in here. " I look her up and down.
"Really? Cause it seems to me like you're trying to distract him." Kyle keeps glancing up at me from the dishes. He knows I'm mad.
Jealous.
"That's not it at all, Miss Benson." She snidely replies, trying to seem innocent.
"Get to class Chelsea."
"But I-"
"Now!" I demand. She doesn't get chance to argue, as I force her out of the room.
Grateful that I can still do concilium.
My back is turned away from Kyle. He walks over and stands behind me.
"Zoe. Nothing was going on." He states, rubbing my shoulders. "She came in here… I…I wasn't even talking to her."
He lets out an exasperated breath. "She doesn't get that I'm not interested."
I sigh at the pressure he's applying, sending a soothing feeling through me. "Yeah I know you're not." He rubs my shoulders a little more.
"Right. Cause I love you. And you know that." He laughs slightly, trying to ease my tension. My worries.
I turn around to face him, about to speak but stop short of forming words. I stare at him, taking in his appearance.
Hair disheveled from work. Sleeves rolled up, displaying his toned arms. Eyes holding a look of confidence in his abilities to do things.
A look that I find so sexy.
The sudden lust I feel reminds me that its been a couple days since we'd last been intimate.
My schedule hectic with lessons and his time occupied with household duties.
I crave him. Now more than ever.
He sees me staring. Leaning down, he brings his lips to mine in a sweet, tender kiss.
When he pulls away, I can't keep the smile off my face.
But I want more, my insecurities bubbling to the surface. I wanted to know that I was it for him. Needed that reassurance.
I already got out of teaching my class.
There was a good 30 minutes until it was over.
I push him against the counter, kissing him fiercely, a shocked grunt leaves his mouth. But he soon responds, gripping my hips tightly.
My hands run down his chest, un-tucking his shirt.
I'm patient at first, taking my time undoing each button. But I as I reach the end, I rip open the last few.
He had other ones anyway.
Short nails scratch along his lower stomach, moving back and forth, close to where he wants me to touch. I take a step back.
He staring at me, his eyes now almost a shade of black.
My hand slips under his pants and into his boxers. He's getting harder every second.
We both moan at the contact.
His head thrown back. "Oh..Zoe.." I allow my hand to stroke him a few times. My thumb runs along the head, gathering his pre-cum, swirling it around.
Staring straight into his eyes, I bring my thumb to my mouth. Slipping it between my lips, sucking off his essence. I can't help but moan as I taste him.
He groans from my action. "God Zoe….what you do to me..You'll never fully understand." Smirking,I back away.
I take off my sweater and reach under my dress, dragging down my underwear and throwing them to him. They're caught with ease.
He surges forward then, dropping them onto the floor, bringing me to him.
Lifting me onto the counter, I gasp from the sudden action. Our positions now switched.
He plants kisses along my neck, occasionally biting. The pain causing me to whimper.
My hands reach for his pants, slowly unzipping them.
He's moaning into my neck.
We shouldn't be doing this, not here. But I can't bring myself to care.
Not when I can feel Kyle hard and hot, pressing into my thigh. It should be fine if we're quiet.
Everyone was in class. And even if they did hear, it didn't bother me.
Let Chelsea hear how he moans my name, how I make him feel.
I tug at his pants and he pushes them until they're around his ankles. I'm softly pushed onto my back.
As I lay there, spread out for him, his hands run up my legs. He glances up at me, "You sure you wanna does this here?" he questions.
Pupils dilated, lip between his teeth. But I know it's just a formality. We're too far gone at this point to stop now.
His fingers are teasing, trying to coax an answer from me. "Shit….Kyle. Do you really have to ask." Smiling wickedly, he gathers up my dress until it's bunched at my waist. Then takes himself out of his boxers.
With one last gaze at my face , he plunges forward. Not wasting anymore time.
The sensation of him buried deep inside me is indescribable. Different emotions invoked every time we join together.
It's always special, meaningful.
Causes me to feel desirable….beautiful….wanted.
He makes me feel loved.
His hand caresses my face, thumb tracing the seam of my lips. It slips into my mouth and I bite, causing a groan to escape his mouth.
Running my tongue along my teeth indentations, he slowly pulls his thumb away. Dragging it down my chin and neck, a trail of saliva left in it's wake.
He blows softly, the cold sensation causing me to shiver.
We're going slow, taking our time.
Anyone could come in here, see what we're doing. Tainting an area often occupied by others. But it's not my top priority.
My priority, at this exact moment, is to concentrate on Kyle.
My Kyle.
The boy who was brought back from death.
That showed me I could be loved.
He yanks me into a sitting position, causing me to rest on the counter edge.
My hands grip his neck, legs wrapping around him, wanting to bring him closer to me. He kisses me, nipping at my bottom lip.
Rough hands blindly reach for my dress strap, pulling until it slides down, exposing my chest. Making me glad I chose not to wear a bra today.
My nipples instantly harden as their met with cold air. His lips descend, taking one between his lips.
The feeling causes me to whimper, pushing my chest out and holding his head to me. Licks and bites from his mouth sting. Eliciting from me, cries of pain and pleasure. He pulls away from my breast, with on last tug.
He's mine.
He needs to know that.
Be reminded that we were made for each other.
Bringing my lips to his ear, I murmur in a low voice. "You're mine Kyle. No one else's..uhh…..just mine." He groans as I nibble his ear. My nails causing harsh red lines to form down his back.
"Only your's Zoe….Shit…. your's for fucking ever." His thrusts become harder at my words. I continue with my controlling words. Wanting to hear more verification of our bond.
"I'm the only one who does this to you…God…Harder… No other person can make you feel like this, can they?" I ask him,already confident of his answer.
"No one else but you, Zoe." At this point, our rhythm has changed. Harder…..faster…deeper.
"Uh..yes…Kyle.." He's hitting that spot in me that only he's ever found.
All that can be heard is the slapping of hips hitting hips. Our moans composing into an award winning symphony.
His hand reaches between our bodies, rubbing my clit in fast circles."Mmm….Zoe…..So good…so beautiful..."
I'm almost there, right on the brink.
I need him to cum with me. For us to descend into ecstasy together.
"Say my name louder Kyle. Please say it louder." He's grunting, thrusting faster.
"God Zoe.. I'm almost there...Shit.…Please… say you're close.."
Relief is in my line of vision, just a little bit further and I'll reach that marker. "Kyle...I'm close too…uhh..Jesus….." I'm in need of a push, something to make me finally cum.
His mouth goes next to my ear. "Zoe...Christ.. I'm your's….I belong to you..oh…...you own my body and soul..uhh… I love you so much…..God ..so so fucking much….. " His words combined with harsh thrusts bring me to my release.
Warmth spreading throughout my whole body. "…Kyle…cum with me.. please.." I manage to gasp out in a breathless voice. My walls clench, trying to get him there. His thrusts become sloppy.
"Fuck…..Zoe.." He pulls my mouth to his, as I feel him spill inside me. We both groan into the kiss, swallowing the other's moans. Knowing I'm the cause of his release sends a fluttering sensation into my stomach.
I fall back on the counter, trying to catch my breath. His head comes down, resting on top of my chest, listening to my heart attempting to return to a normal speed.
Both of us our in a haze, content in our post-orgasmic bliss. My fingers run through his hair, an intimate gesture that has become a habit. He hums in pleasure, the sound vibrating in his chest.
His head lifts up and he smiles at me warmly. "Maybe you need to get jealous more often." He gives me a boyish grin, playfully kissing my nose.
Walking out of the kitchen, fixing clothes and patting down mussed hair, we are meet by shocked expressions.
Some blushing, others with looks of amazement.
Queenie's off to the side, arms crossed, grinning slyly.
"Miss. Benson. Were you distracting Kyle from his work?" The annoying voice is heard over the quiet gossip being shared among the students.
Chelsea pushes past the others to stand up front." Well it didn't sound like much of a distraction. If it had been me, maybe, but with you it sounded more like he was completing a chore." Chelsea states, sneering, hands on her hips. As if she's the most clever creature on the planet.
I slowly circle her,"Ha ha. That is very funny. Yet, he didn't give you a second glance when I walked into that room. Actually, he wasn't giving you a thought when you were standing right next to him. Fawning like a silly school girl with a crush on someone she could never get."
Giggles erupt through out the crowd. Her smile falters, the plan to embarrass me failing. Getting close, I convey with harshness and confidence, "Watch yourself Chelsea. I may not be Supreme but I do have the ability to do The Seven Wonders."
Leaning so my mouth is close to her ear, I whisper, "And I won't hesitate to use them on you in order to prove who's really the bigger, badder witch." She's stunned at my words.
Stepping back, I speak to the other girls. Smile planted on my face, "Now, I believe it's free time. You have a break for an hour. Go on."
At my dismissal, they begin to file out of the hall. Chelsea sulking along with them.
Queenie walks up to Kyle and me, giving me a proud smile.
"Damn Zoe. If you had wanted time for a quickie with your boy toy, you could have just said so." She laughs. I look down, pretty sure my cheeks are a scarlet shade of red.
"Well I wasn't planning on it happening. But, you know, Chelsea-." She nods in understanding, stopping my explanation.
"Say no more. That little bitch needed to be knocked down a few pegs anyway. Just don't bail on next session." I smile gratefully at her, "I won't, I promise."
"Good. You two enjoy your break then." She says sauntering away, head shaking in amusement.
"That was….something,huh" Kyle says with a slight laugh.
"Yeah I suppose." I begin walking away, a soft smile on my face. "I have no commitments for an hour. You wanna maybe keep me entertained?"
He chuckles deeply, coming over and wrapping his arms around my waist. Pulling me close, head coming to rest on top of my shoulder.
"I would be honored Miss. Benson." He moves my hair to one side and lightly presses kisses to my neck.
Pushing him back with my hip, I start for the stairs.
When reaching the landing, I look over my shoulder, giving him a sultry look.
"Well then, come and get me Mr. Spencer."
