Chapter 15
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It’s not my own psyche that wakes me, but a penetrating bliss swaying through my lower body.
Pleasure radiates out like solar flares, torching every limb in ecstasy.
My cock is the steel being forged. Throbbing inside a wet, sultry refining fire.
A tongue traces runes into the tip—ancient magic she wields like a bewitched siren—before her small hand cups my heavy, aching balls.
“Yes. Right there.” A scorched moan scrapes from my throat, ripping through the warm air as lucidity crashes in.
Squinting against the blinding solace, my fingers work through the silky sheets, twitching with titillation.
My obedient pet is doing exactly as I instructed her before I made her sleep on the dog bed next to me on the floor.
“Good girl.”
One hand slides down to her collar. I hook a finger around the leather, tugging her deeper onto my length. She gags, and I smile. Didn’t think she would, but fuck, that feels—
Then the warmth turns to heat.
Heat to fire.
Fire to agony.
Her tongue lashes like it’s dipped in acid.
Every kiss scorches.
My eyes rip open. I jerk my hips back, heart racing, breath tangled in panic.
“What the fuck?” I scream as I thrust the sheets off my body to inspect my dick. No blisters. No redness. But gods, it burns.
Ashlyn blinks up at me, slow and smug. “What?”
“Open your fucking mouth.”
She does, grinning like a feral cat, and sticks out her tongue. A single green mint sits at the center like it owns the place.
“You burned my dick!”
She shrugs, all faux-innocence and fluttering lashes. “Oh. I thought guys liked this…”
Every nerve ending in my body lights up like a fuse. I clamp it down.
Don’t let her know she got to you.
“This guy doesn’t.”
She tilts her head. “Want me to spit it out?”
“No. I’m good for today.” I exhale slowly, temper razor thin. “Here’s what I want instead—go to the guest suite. Freshen up. I’ll lay out your outfit.” My eyes cut to hers, sharp as glass. “When you’re done, report back. We need to discuss your punishment.”
She gasps. “Punishment? I did what you required, my lord.”
The way she says it—mockingly and cynically—makes my eyelids twitch. Reaching across the space between us, I stroke her sun-kissed cheek with my thumb.
“Sweet thing…you’re not going to enjoy today. No. I don’t think you will. Now, do as I say.”
“Or what?” she challenges, bottom lip jutted. But she doesn’t pull back when I cup her face. My palm takes up most of her head’s surface area.
“We’ll discuss the or what after you’re dressed. And back where you belong.”
Ass cheeks bouncing with every step, she scurries off to the guest suite. I made sure the hall exit’s bolted. She’s not leaving. I need to be alone.
To start my routine. To remember who’s in control here.
But it’s difficult when all I can think about is her.
The rage she ignites within me. Strawberry scent consuming me whenever she’s near.
Naming the exact shade of her hair in the sunlight.
What she’ll do next to piss me off. What lies she’ll tell her boyfriend about where she’s been and whose dick she’s sucking now…
Fuck that guy.
By the time I’m out of my ice shower and dressed for Monday and the start of a new week, she’s perched on my bed in a towel like nothing’s happened. I exit the closet with her outfit in hand and lay it across the mattress.
“You’ve got to be kidding. I wore that as a Halloween costume, like, three years ago.”
“And I bet it barely fits. Let’s see.”
“A slutty schoolgirl? You’ll get me expelled.”
I smirk. I know exactly how short that plaid skirt is. Cheeky panties peeking. Curve of her ass out. Silky thighs for days. She’s going to look like an absolute slut strutting across campus on my arm, and I plan to enjoy every second of it.
“Not with my collar around your neck. Tell everyone you’re Aiden Cardell’s pet. They’ll back off.”
A dramatic sigh blasts from her chest as she paces the room like she’s weighing her options. “You want me to get dressed in front of you, I suppose.”
“Of course,” I say, leaning back on the bed, lacing my hands behind my head. “And take your time.” I cross my ankles and get comfortable.
With a wiggle, she lets the towel drop, then turns around, bends all the way over until I can see everything.
Tight asshole (that’s going to change), pretty pink pussy, and small tits hanging between her spread legs.
She tugs up her lacy cheeky panties, then the tiny skirt.
Red lacy bra goes underneath a tied white top, unbuttoned almost all the way.
“You want the stockings and pigtails, too, I assume…lord.”
“Yes, baby. You know me so well…” It comes out quick, too naturally, and the air stills. We pause as the unspoken meaning behind the sentence hits us both like a car wreck. She does know me. And I hate it. “You’re missing one piece, though.”
I reach into my nightstand, where I’ve placed all new toys for her. Including the one she needs today. Inching closer, I loom over her frozen figure.
“Put this inside you and let’s go. I don’t want you to be late for your first class.”
Her jaw drops. “You want me to wear a vibrator all day?”
“Oh, no. It’s not only a vibrator. It’s also a dildo with a G-spot stimulator because…” I slide a finger down her exposed abs to land on her upper thigh, then up toward her pussy. Dropping my voice to a low murmur in her ear, I tell her, “I know you.”
The gasp she expels thickens my dick in my jeans. I dive into her panties and place the toy right where she needs it. Her fingers dig into my forearm as I position it, and we lock gazes.
Damn it! Why does she have to be so fucking stunning? My pulse spikes as I glance at her lips. Parted and waiting for me…
If I could forget, I’d take her to bed with me. Make love to her. Soothe every tiny ache she ever had. Return to the Crest at midnight and tell her we’ll be okay.
But she ruined it.
And I’m the rubble here to cut her until she breaks.
My fingers angrily shove into my pocket. “We should test it.”
She jolts and whimpers when I press the button, turning it on at full speed. “Oh! Aiden!” With a few slaps on my arm, she tries to squirm away from the pressure, but there’s nowhere for her hips to go.
“That will do. Let’s go.”
I never think about traveling to campus, but today, my Porsche feels too small. It’s my favorite car—sleek red paint, rich black interior, precision engineering down to the purr of the idle. My sanctuary on the country roads. My one indulgence on autumn afternoons is driving to class.
Until her.
All Ashlyn has to wear is a fuzzy coat, so short that I can practically see her pussy as she slides into the passenger seat.
Tugging at the hem, she crosses her legs like a teasing threat.
The scent of her rose and strawberry perfume mixes with gasoline and warm leather, and suddenly, my chest feels too tight.
“Don’t—” I start as she leans forward and adjusts the vent with a fingertip.
“What? It’s blowing up my skirt.”
“Exactly how it’s supposed to.”
She rolls her eyes, then sniffs into a tissue. Casually, she drops it on the floor mat, and I clench my jaw.
Reaching for it, I toss it into my bag in the back. “Not in my car.” My voice is harsher than intended, and her lips part in mock offense.
“God forbid I ruin your sacred temple of horsepower.”
“Respect the machine.” I warn her with my eyes.
But it doesn’t feel like mine anymore.
Every curve of the road, every vibration of the engine is interrupted by her now. Her mere presence. And stray golden strands falling onto the seat.
Even turning up the thick bass of my racing music and focusing on the road is no use.
She shifts, knees angled toward me, and I want to place my hand between her thighs.
My fingers thread through my hair to keep from giving in to the temptation.
But her skin looks silky smooth. Creamy… I want to come all over her.
By the time I swerve into my parking spot, I’m half-hard and half-furious. I jump out, slam the door, and take a long breath before opening hers while slyly adjusting myself.
She stands, short coat flaring in the chilled breeze, eyes dropping to my zipper knowingly.
“One last thing, baby girl. Today? You’re not to make one fucking sound. Not until I say you can. No words. No back talk. You want to disappear on me so bad? Not tell me where you were? Then you don’t get to speak.”
Her mouth forms an ‘O’, and I interrupt before she can argue. “Or what? Or I’ll buy your dad’s casino, grab all the shares, and then burn it to the ground. Move your little ass.”
Countenance frozen. Eyes scanning my face with fear. It’s exactly the threat I needed to make. She knows I have the money to do it. And if she pisses me off enough, that’s exactly what will happen.
I grab her by the arm and shove her toward her first class in the interior design building. Like a good puppet, she doesn’t speak.
When we’re outside the door, she pulls away from me, but I snag her back. The hallway is busy, and it’s a perfect time to take what I’ve wanted all damn morning. She spins toward me. Soft tits collide with my chest. I reach down, cup the back of her neck, and kiss her.
Softly. Tasting her deeply. Taking it in like poison that I know will kill me later.
Every memory I have threatens to surge to the surface, but I shut that shit down and step back. She stumbles forward, as if wanting to go further with me, her eyes as dazzled as mine.
“Get to class,” is all my husky voice manages to say.
Her eyes widen in response, but she doesn’t protest. Only turns and heads inside. Just before she enters the room, I flatten my palm and smack the shit out of her little ass cheek hanging out of her skirt.
Lips pursed into a tight knot, she glares at me but doesn’t squeal.
I smirk. “Good girl.”
Everyone in the hall takes notice, and I nod at several passersby. A few of the Thetas in the building give me a high-five.