Don’t You Pucking Dare (The Blackridge Reapers #2)

Chapter 14

Chapter 13

The moment I step into my room, I know he's been here. That same electric awareness tingles across my skin, like the air itself remembers his presence.

Then I see the t-shirt spread across my bed like an offering. Blackridge Ravens Hockey. My fingers trace the letters, and I imagine his hands arranging the shirt here on my bed, touching my space, marking his territory.

I glance at my closet, wondering if he’s in. Without hesitation, I open it quickly and sigh when he’s not there. My eyes look at the black space under my bed. I lean down and look under. Empty. Safe. I slump in relief and glance around at what else he fucked with.

My obsessive attention to detail—the curse of a musician—catches the subtle changes. The pen moved on my desk, now resting on my notebook instead of beside it. A date and time scribbled in unfamiliar handwriting.

When I Google it, my heart stutters. The next hockey game. He wants me there.

"What's this?" Kiah's voice makes me jump. She lifts the shirt, eyebrows raised. "Someone holding out on me?"

"More like someone's hunting me." The words come out shakier than I intend.

Her eyes widen as I explain everything— the garden, the masked stranger, the break-ins, the email. She doesn't speak, just starts tapping on her phone.

"Team roster," she says, holding out the screen. "See if you recognize anyone."

The faces blur together until—there. Those eyes. I'd know them anywhere, even without the mask. "Him."

"Brody Black?" Kiah zooms in, and something in her voice makes my stomach drop. "Shit, Lola."

"What? Who is he?"

"Reaper pledge. Good hockey player. He’s the goalie. But anyway, Brody…" She bites her lip. "Girl, he’s probably using you for his initiation."

The world tilts sideways. Of course. This isn't anything serious—it's a fucking fraternity game. The garden, the touching, the stalking... all just a pledge trying to earn his spot.

"That would explain everything," I say, but the words taste bitter. "The invitation, the masks, the—"

"The way you might be catching feelings?" Kiah's voice softens jokingly. "You’re turning red right now."

"What? Fuck no!" I say, patting my face. More than anything, I feel shame. Shame for ever thinking I’m special.

"Look, Brody Black is a fuck boy. You can have your fun with him, but he’s only here for one thing."

I stare at his photo, at those eyes that seemed to see straight through me in the garden. "I want nothing to do with him." But even as I say that, I’m zooming into his face. The picture is too blurry, and I want a clearer view of him. I want to really see him.

"So you're not going to the game?" Kiah sits on her bed.

I toss her phone back. "Absolutely not. I'm not playing whatever sick game this is."

"You know, Jack plays on the team." A familiar mischievous glint enters her eyes. "And that boy is fine as hell."

"Jack? The guy you’re hooking up with?" I ask, wondering if there’s a connection there. Are they playing Kiah?

"Yeah. Total fuck boy, but so fun. He has a big dick." She sits up, grinning. "You should go to the game, wear that t-shirt, and spend the whole time flirting with Jack. He’s this one." She shows me Jack from the team roster. "It would drive Brody insane!"

"No." I grab my cello, needing something solid to hold onto. "I'm not getting anywhere near this… Brody Black."

"Brody's clearly messing with you. Why not mess back? Plus I don’t care if you fuck Jack to get back at Brody. I have nothing serious with the guy."

"You wouldn’t care?" I ask as ideas brew in my mind. It instantly went to fucking Jack, but how could I pull that off? "Wait…" I start connecting the dots of how to lure Brody out and get revenge on how he’s been treating me. "Kiah, would you have a threesome?" I blurt.

She almost chokes on her laugh. "You would agree to a threesome, babe?"

I blush. "You’re calling me babe now?"

The idea that Brody Black is playing a game with me, toying with me, makes me want to retaliate. "You’re right, Kiah. Mama didn’t raise no weak bitch. If he’s using me for the Reapers initiation then I’m playing this game too. Why don’t you call Jack over here right now, and we’ll both fuck him."

She whistles. "Oh, shit, Lola came to play!"

I start playing my cello as I grin. "Brody has no idea who he’s fucking with. Tell Jack to wear a mask."

She presses a few buttons on her phone as she watches me with a smirk on her face.

"Yeah?" Jack’s voice fills the silence.

"I have a surprise for you," she squeaks, and I look away. She’s overly excited. "You have to wear your mask. Come over right now."

"Right now?" he asks.

"Right fucking now!" she demands.

"This better be fucking good, Kiah."

The phone call ends and Kiah is giggling, looking a little too excited. She pulls the cello from my hands and says, "We need to get changed right now. I don’t know if he’s down for threesomes, but I’m excited to find out."

She digs through the bottom of her drawer and hands me lingerie. "You need to look the hottest."

I take it from her, wondering why we should be wearing anything at all. "Can you steal his phone and Facetime Brody?"

She’s holding back her smile. "You dirty fucking whore. I never expected this from you. Yes, I’ll do that."

We get changed into the lingerie and then look in the mirror side by side. Hers is black and mine is red. We complement each other well.

Kiah says, "Okay, he’s going to be here any minute. Hide in the closet until I tell you to come out. You’re going to focus on me, okay? I don’t know how he’ll react, but I’ll make sure I’m on top. Focus on me, kiss me, and I’ll try to Facetime Brody while you’re standing there, looking hot."

I nod, stepping into the closet.

Brody thinks he knows me because of who my father is and he thinks he owns me because he made me orgasm twice? Well, he’s in for a surprise. He wants to force me to do sexual shit? Well, let’s see how he likes this.

I’m sitting in the closet for about ten minutes before Jack makes his entrance into our dorm room.

Kiah kisses him immediately and asks, "Did you bring the mask?"

Jack pulls it out of his pocket and puts it on his face. My heart is racing so fucking fast as I watch her drop her robe and his hands are instantly all over her. From what I can tell, he’s tall, hot as fuck, and knows exactly what he’s doing. Kiah takes his clothes off, and when his dick springs from his boxers, instant regret hits my gut. I can’t back out now though. She works her mouth on his cock as he guides her head.

He pulls her back and asks, "What’s the surprise?"

"You’ll see," she says, pushing him onto her bed. He falls back as she holds his dick. "Do you like when I suck your big cock, Jack?"

He nods.

"Lean back. I’m going to fuck you now. Where’s your phone?"

"My phone?" he asks.

"I’m going to record myself fucking you. Give it to me."

He unlocks his phone and hands it to her. Fucking genius. I could kiss her right now.

She hops onto his dick, moaning so loudly that my gut curls. I shouldn’t be turned on at the sight, but I am. He pushes her nipples out of her bra and grips her ass as she bounces on him. Her hair falls down her back, moaning loudly. He works his dick in and out, and I watch him. He’s wearing the mask, but his body is covered in tattoos. He’s muscular and so hot.

"Ready for your surprise, baby?" she asks, riding his dick and moaning.

"Yeah," he says, pounding into her.

That’s my cue. I take a deep breath and open the closet door. The lingerie I’m in pushes up my tits and the thong ties to the straps on my legs. I arch my back to show off what I’m wearing.

"What the fuck?" Jack whispers, sitting up on his elbows, taking me in, staring at my lingerie. His eyes meet mine. "This is my surprise?"

I nod at him, feeling shy.

Kiah is already Facetime calling Brody. But Jack is too confused to hear the phone ring.

"Hi, Jack. I’m Lola," I say.

Jack looks at my body. "I know who you are."

His intense stare makes me nervous. Kiah is still grinding on him, making him feel good as he watches me closely.

Kiah turns the phone to me and I hear Brody shout, "What the fuck?"

I say to Jack, "You’ve been the one making me come, haven’t you? The black mask mystery man?"

"Jack, what the fuck?" Brody shouts, frantic. Kiah is pointing the camera at me as I walk to Jack.

"I want to see your face," I say to Jack.

"Don’t you fucking touch her, Jack. I will fucking kill you."

I glance at the phone and then lean over to Kiah and kiss her.

Jacks hisses, "Oh, fuck."

Kiah changes the camera angle so that we’re taking a selfie, and I finally get to see the face I’ve been dying to see.

Penetrating eyes, sharp jaw, pointy nose. Jesus, what in the hell? He’s hotter than Jack. And why is he not wearing a shirt right now?

"Duchess," Brody growls.

I kiss Kiah deeper, my tongue swirling with hers now as I ignore him. She’s riding on Jack’s dick, moaning in my mouth.

"Jack, I’m going to fucking kill you," Brody shouts, but Jack keeps his hands on Kiah. He doesn’t bother to touch me even though I’m aching from the sight before me. Kiah was right, his dick is huge. Every time she sits on him, she moans loudly.

I want to entice Jack to touch me. Seeing Brody pissed off is my mission accomplished, but now I’m just fucking horny. I throw my leg over his torso, facing Kiah, planting my ass right in front of his face. Kiah is a really good kisser. She’s rolling her tongue on mine, pinching my nipple, and grabbing my ass with her other hand.

"Jack, baby. Do you like what you see?" Kiah calls out, riding his dick. "Surprise, baby."

Jack groans, "I fucking love what I see."

Those words tempt me to sit on his face, but I’m withholding myself. Jack is respectfully keeping his hands to himself, and I believe Brody is racing his way over. I think I can get what I want from Brody, so I keep my ass above his face and don’t lean into temptation.

Kiah keeps Jack on the edge of coming, not allowing him to fully release because she’s waiting for the finale when Brody arrives.

When Brody barges in, my ass is still in Jack’s face and Kiah is still kissing me. Brody slams the door behind him in pure anger. I take in his face. Mad eyes, pointy nose, clenched jaw. Even sexier in person. Tall, broad shoulders. He is so much hotter than I anticipated.

Brody picks me up by the neck and throws me onto my bed. "What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Duchess!"

He rips off his shirt and takes off his pants. He’s in his boxers, and the anger in him is scaring the fuck out of me. He grabs me, but I stay curled up. My pussy is aching at the sight of him.

He.

Is.

So.

Fucking.

Hot.

And I’m so fucking wet.

"Is this what you want!" Brody shouts, grabbing my limbs, trying to make me submit to him.

Kiah yells, "What the fuck do you think you’re doing!"

Jack flips her onto her back and tells her, "Shut the fuck up, and mind your own business."

She starts pushing him, but he’s fucking her like a rabbit. He’s pounding into her while holding her down. She’s yelling at him, but he’s silencing her by shoving her face into the bed.

"Stop it!" I scream, but big hands muffle my voice. And this time Brody isn’t going to be nice. His power is overwhelming.

He holds his hand over my mouth. "You look like you want to be fucked, Duchess. Am I wrong or am I right?"

I fight against him, and he releases my mouth so he can pin me down since I’m trying to kick him, punch him, anything to get him off. I need to get to Kiah who isn’t used to this danger.

Brody gets in my face as Jack is whispering dirty shit to Kiah about how she’s a whore and a slut and likes to get fucked. Brody whispers, "If I wasn’t here, that would be you struggling underneath that dick over there, do you know that? Do you realize what you’ve done? You’re fucking mine, but now he’s going to want you. And that puts me in a tough place, Duchess."

When Jack smacks Kiah’s face and it echoes, I scream at him to stop.

Brody grabs me again, turning me around, shoving me in the bed.

"No, no, no," I shout as I lose complete control of my body.

Brody leans down and says, "Shut that pretty mouth up before I shove my dick in there and shut it up for you."

Anger surges through me, and I wish he fucking would. I seethe, "Just fucking do it and get this over with! The quicker you do it, the faster you can get over this infatuation you have with me, you fucking sick bastard!"

His dick is pressed against my ass as he leans down and chuckles, "I don’t think I’ll ever be done with you, Duchess. Not when you fight me like this. Not when you play this sick game back. If Jack fucked you before I got here, you would wake up tomorrow with him hanging in your closet. Do not fuck with me, Duchess." He presses his dick harder against me. "Do you feel that? This fucking turns me on, seeing you like this, but I’m not like Jack, no. I’ll have you crawling on your knees begging me to fuck you. And you’ll keep coming back for more."

"Just fuck me already!" I shout.

"Is that an invitation, Duchess?"

"That’s why you’re here, isn’t it? To claim that I’m yours?"

Jack finishes, and Kiah is furious as she launches off the bed and pushes Jack. He just laughs and says, "Relax, babe. It’s all good. Look, your friend is fine."

Kiah walks over and pushes Brody, but Jack is pulling her off.

Kiah shouts, "Get the fuck off of her!"

Brody says, "She likes my dick where it’s at, don’t you, Duchess? She’s begging me to fuck her."

Kiah isn’t listening to him as she cries for him to get off.

I say, "Kiah, I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay."

Brody grabs my blanket and wraps it around me as I sit up. Kiah is hitting Jack and then she’s shoving Brody. Jack reaches for his clothes while Brody and I hold our stare. I lured him out. I pissed him off. I finally know what he looks like. I finally get to see him. All of him. Tattoos, abs, hot face. I can’t stop staring as my words echo: just fuck me already.

Brody must be playing a dangerous game by the looks on his face. He’s livid, right where I want him. If he won’t fuck me then I’ll have to find someone who will because the heartbeat in my pussy is getting stronger by the second.

Jack is watching me with hungry eyes that I suddenly don’t approve of, but I guess that’s what I deserve when I had my pussy and ass in his face while he was fucking Kiah.

The two guys quickly get dressed and speak a silent language that me and Kiah are unaware of. Jack leaves first and then Brody walks out after him. Once the door is shut, Kiah starts bawling her eyes out as she hugs me. I’m still shaken, afraid they’ll come back. Me and Kiah just hold each other, reassuring one another that we’re okay, watching the door until she falls fast asleep.

I pin Jack against the wall outside Lola's door before he can blink. "The fuck you playing at?"

"Easy, man." His smirk makes my fingers twitch with the need to erase it. "Just making sure your little cellist knows she has options."

The sound of his skull hitting brick echoes in the empty hallway. "What the fuck were you doing there?"

"Relax." He laughs, even with my forearm against his throat. "Haven't touched her. Yet. Won’t make any promises next time."

I release him with a shove that makes him stumble. Everything's spiraling— the Reaper initiation, my shot at going pro, and now this thing with Lola that's turning into a fucking battle. God damn, she’s not as innocent as she pretends to be. She’s fucking with me on purpose. That lingerie? Making out with her roommate? Inviting Jack over? What the fuck is she playing at, luring in Jack and straddling his fucking face so that he could fuck Lola at the sight of her.

Just to… what? Piss me off?

No, because she’s just a fucking whore like the rest of them.

Well, her mission is complete. I’m fucking livid, and my asshole teammate, roommate is half to blame. He walked right into their trap and didn’t object when he saw her in that lingerie.

I need to stake my fucking claim now before this gets more out of hand.

The Reaper compound looms ahead as I pull up. Noah's waiting with that predator's grin that means he's got what I need. Jack leaves us be. I could fucking tie him up and beat the hell out of him. Instead, I’ll take that out on my little Duchess.

Noah hands me a stack of photos. It’s pictures that will destroy Rick Kemper’s reputation while protecting my identity. Smart angles, careful shadows, just enough detail to be damning. I had Noah’s men take these shots while I stalked in the background to make sure they were successful.

"These'll do the job," I say, pocketing the forgeries. "Ready to see what's in the basement?"

"Show me what you've got planned for Daddy's little girl."

I lead him inside, trying to ignore how much I want to beat my dick at the sight of Lola in that lingerie. Just the thought of her sitting on Jack’s face to piss me off, turns me on to no extent. I run my hand through my hair because I should’ve just fucked her in there like she was begging me to. Little bitch thinks she can play this game as well as I can? She has another thing fucking coming.

The basement holds everything I need to break her. Thanks to Jackson.

The Reaper mansion hides more secrets than most people could imagine. Behind the fraternity facade lies a labyrinth of tunnels— remnants of the Underground Railroad that we've transformed into something much darker. While the upper floors host parties and maintain our cover, the real power lies beneath.

I punch in my security code, leading Noah down the stairs that disappear into shadow. Pledges like myself are restricted from the deeper chambers where the real Reapers conduct their business. But they've given each of us our own space to prove ourselves worthy.

My workshop takes shape in the fluorescent glow. Cold concrete walls, carefully positioned cameras that will capture everything while revealing nothing about our location. The centerpiece—a modified dentist's chair—waits like an altar.

"Impressive." Noah runs his hand along the reinforced chains. "You've thought of everything."

"Can't leave evidence." I check the camera angles again, imagining Lola strapped into that chair. The thought excites me. "The feed will stream to these monitors. Everything captured, nothing traced."

"Perfect setup for breaking Daddy's princess." Noah examines my collection of implements arranged with surgical precision. "This'll get you your Reaper mask for sure."

I nod, but my eyes keep drifting to the chair. To imagining her fear when she realizes the masked stranger from all these encounters have not been the romantic mystery she thought. She’s in for a surprise.

When I open my phone, I see that Lola sent me an email. I open it up, making Noah wait, as I read it.

Lola: You did not return my music composition book like you promised. Just left me an invitation to a fucking hockey game that I’m not coming to.

I start writing back.

Brody: Dearest slut, I also didn’t fuck you like you begged me to.

Lola: I will find where you live and fuck all of your roommates.

I clench my jaw.

"What?" Noah asks. "What the fuck’s that look."

I wipe my face. "I’ll be back. Don’t wait up."

He watches as I leave. Back to the fucking dorms I go.

This time, I sneak into her dorm room. Remaining in the shadows is so easy when rich fucks think their money can save them.

"You shouldn’t be here," Lola says as if she knew that would lure me back in here. I close the door behind me and see her standing in the dark room. "And look at you. You’re not wearing your mask."

"If you––"

"If you keep talking that loud, you’re going to wake up my screamy roommate."

I glance at Kiah who’s fast asleep on her bed.

"Are you here to finish what you started?" she asks.

I step closer to her, not feeling her fear from before. It’s like a switch has flipped. Where the fuck did scared little Lola go?

"Is that what you want?" I ask.

She snickers for a moment. "What I want… I don’t know if you can give me what I want."

I grab her fucking throat and start to lift her off the ground. "Are you fucking crazy?"

She stares at me. "Even if you are here to finish what you started, I will still find where you live and fuck all your roommates. And then I’ll fuck all your teammates."

"You fucking slut."

I feel her swallow. "I’m not afraid of you. You think you’re God’s gift to earth because you have good looks, talent, and money, but you’re nothing. You’re just a big-headed, sad, insecure, thoughtless little boy with mommy issues that feels like he needs to prove himself in order to be worthy."

I squeeze tighter on her neck, wishing she would shut the fuck up. "And you’re fucking cynical and goddamn sick for being so fucking turned on at the sight of me, Lola. Get your ass on the bed." I force her in that direction and she goes flying. "And open your fucking legs for me, Duchess."

"Make me."

"You sick fucking bitch." I lunge for her, and she doesn’t flinch. I grab her, tearing off her shirt, realizing that she’s fucking psychotic. This bitch is still in her lingerie. She’s fucking taunting me. She wants me to fuck her. Now I’m not so sure I will. The precum at the tip of my dick screams otherwise.

"I bet you’re a lazy fuck," she says, so I turn her over and spank her ass. Finally, the bitch flinches under my palm, and I finally feel like we’re getting somewhere.

Kiah stirs from that sound, so we pause for a second.

I lean in and whisper, "I bet you’re so fucking stretched from being a slut, aren’t you, Duchess?" I grab her hair, my fist full as I let her feel my hard cock on her leg. "You’re not fucking any of my roommates. Or my teammates. Because I’ve been watching you, Lola. You’re calling my bluff, testing your fucking limits, wondering how far you can push me. Well, you have another thing coming, baby. And my dick is so fucking hard just thinking about it."

"Just fuck me already."

I laugh in her ear, pressing my hard dick against her ass. This is a lot more fun than I knew possible. I grab her mouth, pressing my thumb over her tongue. "I will fuck this pretty mouth first. I’ll make you take back those words you just spoke to me. I’m not a sad and insecure little boy with mommy issues that needs to prove himself, baby, I’m just fucking psychotic. And if you want to play, we can play."

I grab her jaw and kiss her mouth, twisting her neck as far as it can twist while I press my hard dick against her ass crack. Her pussy is probably aching and throbbing, and I need to save that for later. Right now, I’m fucking her mouth as punishment for speaking those words.

"Get on your fucking knees," I whisper.

"No," she challenges me, pushing her ass flesh against me. I smack it. She flinches, so I grab her face and squeeze.

"Get on your fucking knees right now."

She does as she’s told, dropping to her knees on the floor below me. God, do I love to see her submit. I rub my thumb over her lips and revel at my beautiful view. She doesn’t waste a second. Her fingers are undoing my jeans button and zipper. My dick has never been harder. As sick as this is, she can’t deny that she wants me. We’re past the point of finger fucking now, aren’t we? Her eyes stay locked on mine as she pulls my dick from my boxers and starts pumping it. The moment her soft hands touch my cock, I’m on the verge of pure ecstasy.

She bites her bottom lip, looking at my dick and then back up at me. I run my fingers through her hair, getting ready to fuck those words down her throat. But then fear flickers in her eyes, and I don’t think she’s ever done this before.

"You should be scared, Duchess," I murmur. "I’m about to fuck your mouth with no mercy. Open up."

She licks her lips. "Why can’t you just fuck me?"

I smile. "Because this is much much better, baby. You have a bad bad fucking mouth that’s saying things it shouldn’t be saying."

"So, you’ll fuck my pussy after it’s been with your whole team? You’ll only fuck me after I’ve been a bad girl?"

Hell, she has a point. I lean down and kiss her lips. "You’re not fucking anybody but me, Duchess. Do you understand?"

She stares at my dick, so I force her eyes to mine.

"I own you, Duchess. This fucking mouth, these tits, that ass, and this throbbing pussy." I slide my hand down between her legs and watch as she sucks in an exotic breath as I press against her clit. "Belongs to me and only me. If you keep saying dirty things, I’ll have no choice but to fuck your mouth every day until it stops. Do you understand?"

She kisses me in response, and it’s not like our last kisses. This time she’s needy, aching, wanting more. I kiss her back, hungry and desperate to fuck these lips. The wetness of her mouth is like a spark.

I pull back. "Open that fucking mouth now."

She’s reluctant, but I shove my dick into her mouth anyway. Her teeth graze my cock. The slicing feeling makes my dick harder. Tears pool into her eyes because I waste no time reaching her throat. It takes her breath away, and she starts to gag. I shove my dick further into her as her throat makes gargling noises. The sounds make my dick tickle.

"Fuck, this is my newest obsession, Duchess. Watching you choke on my dick. I get to fuck this pretty face, baby." I pull her hair to the side as she tries to push me off. I chuckle, keeping her head there and then I finally let her catch her breath.

"You fucking asshole!" she says, keeping me at arm’s length.

"Duchess, baby. I know you love it. Get back here."

She coughs. "I need a fucking second!"

"Then you shouldn’t be saying those dirty words, baby." I force her mouth open with my dick, and she thinks biting me will make me pull out. She’s dead fucking wrong. I welcome pain like it’s my best friend, and there’s nothing better than to see her eyes drip tears because she can’t handle all of me.

"Lie in the bed you made, sweetheart. Take my fucking dick with the same confidence you had earlier, baby. It’s the only way. Stop struggling."

She pulls away, and I let her before she actually bites my cock off. "I can’t fucking breathe!"

"Well, you should’ve thought about that before degrading me. Now take my dick like a good fucking girl."

"It’s too fucking big!" she shouts and then she shoots a look over at Kiah’s bed.

"Shut that pretty mouth up, Duchess, or it’ll ruin our fun."

Her death glare at me makes my heart a little fonder. "Look at you, Duchess." I lean down so that we’re nose to nose. I reach my hand between her legs and click my tongue. "You’re so fucking turned on by this, aren’t you? Do you like when I fuck your throat?"

I rub her pussy, pressing right where it should feel good. She just stares, not denying it, so a smile breaks across my face.

"Then stop fighting it, baby. Relax."

Her jaw clenches as I move my fingers faster. She says, "Then go slower."

"There’s no fun in that."

She licks her lips as I push her underwear to the side. Her breath hitches, and there’s no way her pussy isn’t aching for me when it’s this wet.

"I bet you were this wet for Jack, wishing he would fuck you, so I would walk in and catch you in the act," I whisper as her back arches into my touch. I’m being careful not to insert my fingers, but it’s so fucking tempting. "So is it Jack, or is it me? Or do you prefer Kiah?"

She inhales, staring into my eyes. "I don’t know."

"Wrong answer." I pick her up and throw her on the bed. God, she’s easy to maneuver. "I told you already, Duchess. I fucking own you. You’re mine. Now I’m going to ask you again."

"You," she mutters. "Of course it’s you. Just stop spanking me."

I spank her anyway and she pulls away, grabbing her knees into her chest.

"Now that you’ve seen me without the mask, do you like what you see?" I ask, hovering above her.

She nods as her eyes flick down to my tattoos and then to my dick.

"Good. Do we have an understanding? No one is to touch you, not even Kiah. You will only wear lingerie for me. No kissing or fucking anyone. No one is touching you but me. Do we have an understanding?"

She nods.

"Good. Now, I’ll go slow." I lean in and kiss her lips, sucking in her bottom lip as she reaches for me. I kiss her neck, nipping at her, and then I let my mouth suck on her perfect tits. I move the bra out of the way as she pants under me.

"Brody," she murmurs, and it’s so hot she’s calling me by my name.

"Your tits are fucking perfect."

"I want you."

I know what she means, but I stand on the bed and demand her to open her mouth. She watches me as I enter her mouth slowly this time. She sucks the tip of my dick, licking it’s length, and moaning as I slowly slide to the back of her mouth. She pushes me further back and my head rolls back at the pleasure.

Finally, the bitch wants to please me. Instead of fucking her mouth, I let her make the movements. And she’s working hard to make me feel good. Watching her like this is enough to make me come. I wait though, holding back, waiting for her to deep throat my cock again and again.

"Brody," she whispers. "I really wish you would just fuck me."

"I am," I say, brushing her hair behind her ear. "I get to fuck this pretty face, and it feels so fucking good, Duchess."

She pulls back and I clear my throat. "Don’t fucking stop, slut. I know you can do better."

At that, she takes my dick and starts choking herself. She likes to be degraded. I grab her hair again and tightly pull on it. Dirty whore wants me to talk nasty. I grab her head and fuck her throat a few times before pulling out.

"You want me to talk down to you, Duchess?"

She’s about to drown in my cum as she tries to nod. I hold her head in place and fuck her face until I fill her throat with my cum. She’s humming, tickling the head of my dick. I keep fucking her because it feels too good to be true. She wants me to degrade her? It turns her on? Is that why she’s degrading me? Fucking whore. I shove my dick as far as possible in her throat and then I pull out.

She gasps for air, wiping the drool from her lips as she glares at me. I stare into her watery eyes, seeing a new side to her. One that I need to make sure I can keep up with or she’ll find some other sick fuck to fulfill that need.

I grab her chin and murmur, "Duchess, if you want that to be your pussy next time, be a good fucking girl until Friday. If you come to my game, I’ll return your precious journal. But if you pull anything fucking dumb before then, then I’ll burn it right in front of your eyes and then I’ll fuck this pretty mouth until you pass out. Do you understand?"

She grabs my dick. "And this dick better not fuck anything until Friday. Do you understand?"

I smile. "You don’t make the rules."

She squeezes my cock. "I do now, and I don’t share."

I lean down, pinching her pussy lips. "Neither do I, baby. You’re still under punishment for sitting on Jack’s face."

"Jealous? I can sit on yours."

"No, I have to go."

She crosses her arms. "Of course you do, you self-centered asshole."

I grab her face and say, "Watch your fucking mouth."

"I didn’t come, asshole!"

"I didn’t come when we were in the garden, Duchess. All is fair and even now."

And with that, I turn and leave. Let her ache for me until Friday. And if she can’t listen to rules then the basement is where she will go.

Only time will tell.