Chapter 12 #2
With that, I stand and whip off my belt, and before she can move, I slap the leather across her open legs, hitting her pussy. She squeals and sits up. I hook a finger under her collar and pull her close until our lips graze. “What was that?”
“L-Lord…”
With a shove, I let her fall back onto her pillows, then resume my position in the chair with the belt folded in my hands this time. I snap it together. The crack of the leather silences her heavy breaths. “Start again.”
As if she finally gets that this isn’t a game, she settles back into position and strokes the bullet over her clit. The lamplight glistens off her wetness, and I can smell her pussy from here. I lean forward while slyly readjusting myself in my jeans. But she notices. Of course she does.
And her smug smile returns.
“I don’t have all day. Need to get to my classes and then training. So hurry up and try to get yourself off.”
“I told you, I need more than this…” she says without an edge to her voice.
“That’s what training is for.” Frustrated with my own body’s longing for hers, I stand and unzip, letting the fabric flail open. Then I dig out my cock and stroke it while standing between her thighs. “This what you want?”
She doesn’t want to answer. Holding it in with a bite of her lip. Finally, she swallows and murmurs, “Yes.”
“You miss it being inside you?”
Back arching, she shoves her little tits up to the ceiling. “Yes…”
“The full thing, huh? All this big girth filling you up in ways you never thought you could be? Throbbing inside you?”
“Stop, please…”
I seize her chin and climb over her like I’m claiming territory. My cock slots near her entrance. “This what you need, baby?”
“Please… Please, lord, give it to me.”
“How bad do you want it?”
Her waist hits mine as she writhes under me, the buzz of the vibrator picking up speed. Between us, the back of her hand strokes me as she works herself into a frenzy. I latch my lips onto her exposed neck, breathing in her scent. “How bad, baby girl? Tell me.”
“So fucking bad. Please put it in!”
“You sound close. Are you close?”
“Yes!”
“I’m not even inside you.” The heated crown of my cock slots right inside her entrance, dousing my skin with her arousal. “Not…all the way.”
“Put it in!”
I lean up on my elbows and force her to look at me. “Are you going to come?”
“Yes.”
My staccato chuckle blows hair off her forehead. “No, you’re not.”
Her breathing stutters. “Yes, I am.”
I reach between us, snag the bullet, turn it off, then stand up, readjust, and stuff myself back into my pants. From the floor, I grab my leather satchel and fill it with her dildos and the rest of her helpers.
“Nope. No coming unless I command it. Get dressed. Get to class. And be prepared for me next time I come over by greeting me in the kneeling position.”
As I wander closer to the door, she tosses a pillow at me and yells, “Fuck you!”
I pause and turn around. “Oh, and hellkitten? If anyone on campus asks? Tell them Aiden Cardell owns you now.”
My resolve is solid as I slam her door shut behind me and stalk to the first-floor bathroom. Thank the gods it’s empty. And a single. I lock it, press my back to the door, and rip my jeans down far enough to wrap my fist around my cock. It’s already leaking. Already aching. Ready to blow…
Damn traitor.
I stroke furiously. Jaw clenched. Vision filled with stars.
The only thing I can focus on is the image of her pretty pussy. That perfect dripping cunt soaking me to the hilt. I smear her arousal over my tip and shove my fingers into my mouth. Taste her.
My knees damn near give out. I need more… More of her on my tongue.
Yanking harder, I stagger to the sink, barely upright, then explode into the basin. Violently. Groaning. Spitting. I pump until there’s nothing left.
Until I have nothing left.
Chest heaving, I grip the counter and refuse to meet my own eyes in the mirror. Dare I admit, I’m broken irreparably by what she did to me? Will I never get over it? Not like this, I won’t.
Time to train myself back into control…
By the time I leave the boxing ring, showered and hungry, I’m in a stable mood. Not angry. Chill. And calm.
That is, until Hailey Twinston shoves off the wall near the student center when she sees me. Like she’s been waiting.
“Hey!” Her thin blonde hair blows like wheat in the chilled November breeze. I try not to breathe too deeply so I can avoid her odd scent.
Please don’t mention the appointment…
“Sorry, I’m in a hurry. Have a meeting with President Harvey in ten,” I say, brushing past her.
She shuffles to keep up with me, all smiles, which I didn’t expect, given what we exchanged last night. Thought that would be the end of it.
“I had to go into the dunk tank.”
“Yeah, I heard.” Without calling attention to it, I lengthen my stride.
“I figured you wanted me to. Someone got it on video for you. You know…if you want to watch it.”
My eyebrows shoot up as I freeze mid-step. When I face her, desperation furrows her forehead. Her tight swallow of approval makes me disgusted.
“No. I really don’t. As I said…in a hurry. I’ll catch you later.” Or not.
Fortunately, she seems to take the hint and retreats while I aim for the president’s place. Whipping out my burner phone, I message my hacker for some intel.
Me
Where are those finance updates?
Deadbyte
You’re not going to like this… I saw them.
Me
And?
Deadbyte
And someone deleted them. I’m working on recovering the files.
My jaw tightens. Someone deleted the strings. Who would do that?
Me
What was in them?
Deadbyte
Weird shit. I’m not here to analyze. That’s your job.
I’ll try again.
Shoulders up to my ears, I pull the collar of my pea coat higher and grit my teeth. Fuck. I need something so I can get rid of this appointment. That was my way out.
When the staff opens the door to the president’s office, I halt my steps.
Dean Twinston looms in front of his desk, and next to him is my father, Xavier Cardell. CEO of Cardell Enterprises and a board member of Northview University.
This isn’t good.
“Aiden! Come in!” The president rises from his wingback chair to greet me with a broad grin.
“I thought this was about Wicked Wednesday’s loss, sir…” I say, annoyed that Delta took the cup for another year. Despite our cheating strategy, they cheated better.
Dean Twinston’s reddened face looks glum. Even angrier as he turns his lips into a frown. “No, it isn’t.” His light eyes glance over at President Harvey, who waves at the seats in front of him.
All of us sit as he carefully begins. “The dean has concerns that you haven’t yet announced your appointment to his daughter.”
“Not even proposed!” He whips his head toward me with accusation.
“Sorry, I was a little busy with Wicked Wednesday preparations and—”
“Two weeks! He’s had two weeks!” He holds up two fingers to the president as if he can’t count.
Dad clears his throat. “Let’s take a moment here. My son will do his duty. There’s no question about it.” My stomach sinks as his icy-blue eyes narrow with an unspoken demand.
President Harvey speaks up. “So you’ll make sure your son follows the order.”
Dad nods. “Of course. There’s no need for panic,” he says, addressing the dean. “I’m sure Aiden has planned how to surprise your lovely daughter with the news now that the Game is over.” He stands and beckons me to follow. “We’ll get this taken care of. Let’s go.”
Practically shoving me out the door, he strides at a hurried pace toward the circular driveway. I know better than to say shit in this house. There’s probably a bug in every corner.
My dad points to his Bentley, and I slip into the passenger seat to await his scolding.
His fingers clench around the wheel as he stares straight ahead at the swirl of falling autumn leaves. The last of the colors have soaked into the ground, and the sky turns gray as everything dies off for winter.
“Propose to the girl next weekend at the Winter’s Giving Ball. Make it a spectacle.”
That’s not happening. “Dad, I don’t want to.”
With narrowed eyes and tight lips, he turns to me. “Since when do you care about this stuff?”
But it’s bait. He knows…
“I don’t want her,” I tell him quietly.
With a deep sigh, his head hits the back of his seat with frustration. “Aiden? You’re not picking that girl. I know you’ve been toying with her since she came here to NU. She’s why you got that concussion, right? Street racing against her ex in some pissing contest?”
I stare out the window without a change to my stoic expression, giving him nothing. Someone from the clinic must have told him about that. Maybe Henry let it slip about the race.
Sitting up, he commands a final warning. “Get your shit together. Ditch the Donovan disaster. She was trouble back then, and she’s now proving herself to be a continued issue. Do what you’re told. For us. For your family.”
He waits so long that I meet his gaze, and stones fill my belly as he says, “You can fuck whatever women you want to…but not that one.”
I don’t argue. Just give him a short nod. Then I step out of his car, the exhaust curling around me like poison. I watch the taillights disappear through the iron gates. Then turn back toward campus, nostrils flared with crisp air, lungs steadying with something colder.
I’m getting out of this.
One way or another.
Even if I have to slaughter everyone to do it.