XVIII
Gemini
T he first dog collar was kinda hot.
A little dehumanizing, though not so much as the dog bed in the basement, but still kinda hot.
The second collar…
That has me questioning Syn’s motives, because that right there, is a fucking turn-on.
The only reason I haven’t done anything is because I’m waiting to see what Syn’s next move is.
Well, I haven’t done anything unless you count having a custom-made fox tail butt plug made with matching ears. Which, if she’d spent longer than five minutes in my room, she probably would have seen the three boxes in the corner with the butt plug, ears, and a few other special toys for her.
I mean, I get why he’s gone for a dog, but Tori’s a little too foxy for that, and with that blue hair, that’s kitsune territory. I’d be down for a little roleplay. Have her wear that, a little apron, and have her service my room before she services me… After that, I’ll make sure it’s what she has to wear when she cleans the house.
The interest in my game is gone, and I quit, not caring if I’m leaving my team hanging. Instead, I pull up the video.
Tori said she wanted in to prove her brother is innocent, but fuck knows what she expects to find in this house. Records are digital and encrypted. And by records, it’s mainly members and their personal details, along with a few incriminating files from their initiation.
Like hers.
Mine may have gone missing when I hacked into the system my sophomore year, replacing it with an unaired episode of a British kid’s television show I’d found on the internet once.
The mask hid my identity on Tori’s video, but the only reason I accessed it was to copy it to my Cloud for personal use. Tonight, instead of hitting play to watch it once again, I change my mind.
It’s nearly three in the morning, and I know from experience that I’m the only one up. I usually am. Haven’t gone to sleep before three since I was about thirteen. Too many thoughts.
I pull my headset off, lock my computer, and then leave the room. All the hallways have a soft nightlight that comes on automatically at sunset, unless the main light is physically switched on. This nightlight is the only thing on in the basement hall, and there’s no light shining out from Tori’s room.
Which means she’s asleep.
Confidently, I move to the doorway and peer in. The dog bed was probably the largest on the market. I mean, it’s still not big enough for Tori, but Syn could have bought something for one of those ratdog things, but he didn’t.
Dog collars and beds aside, he’s done nothing. Forget the fact he hates this girl, she’s an initiate. By this time, we’d had the other initiates with their wrists handcuffed to their ankles and eggs in their mouth as we paddled their naked asses, making anyone who broke the egg do shots.
And if I have noticed that, I know damn well every other member of the Elite has too.
Tori sleeps on her back. She starts curled up on her side, but when she’s sound asleep, she’s on her back. Like she is now.
I’ve been watching her the past few nights, curious how heavy a sleeper she is.
Heavy enough for me to pull back her covers without waking.
I move over to her, crouching down.
She doesn’t even stir as I pull her blanket back.
Her chest rises and falls in a steady manner.
My cock is already getting hard.
She must know I’m here, even in her sleep, because I watch her nipples harden in front of me. Gently, I run my fingers over her skin, following the chain stretched out from her collar, then to her nipples.
I continue moving my hand down to the bottom of the nightdress she’s wearing, then I carefully slide it up. She still doesn’t react, even when her panties are revealed.
And then, as I play with the elastic around her waist, she sighs, moves, and spreads her legs .
Inviting me in…
Following the curve of her body, I push my hand under the waistband, extending a finger between her folds. As I brush her clit, she lets out the quietest of moans.
A wave of giddiness hits me, like I’m a fifteen-year-old schoolgirl, and I let go. I want to record this.
With one hand, I unfasten my pants, pulling my cock free. With the other, I take my phone out of my pocket and quickly set up a video recording. But it’s only as I’ve filmed myself jerking off over her tits that I realize I should have bought a tripod with me.
That’s fine.
I lean forward, bringing my cock to her mouth. As I rub the tip over her lips, she licks me, and I fight to hold back the hiss I want to release.
And then, my fucking phone starts vibrating in my hand.
It’s on silent, of course, but my little sister’s name flashes up on the screen.
Anyone else , and I’d have answered it with a video call, but Virgo is a hard no.
Instead, I get up, hurrying out of the room like I’m a ninja, and make it to the stairs in a matter of seconds. “Virgo? It’s late. What’s wrong?” I ask in a whisper.
“Did I wake you?”
“Did you forget what time this class starts, Mr. Remington?” Dr. White—or whatever his name is—asks as I walk into class.
I don’t answer as I take my seat next to Royal. The guy should be happy I turned up at all. My records will say that I have a hundred percent attendance across my classes, but in reality, I maybe attend twenty percent of the time.
At the moment, that twenty percent is mostly this class. This asshole is the only professor who doesn’t turn a blind eye.
Stretching out my legs, I lean back against my chair. I didn’t bring a bag with me, which means I’ve got no laptop, tablet, or even a notebook . Normally, my laptop is out, even if it’s not being used for taking notes, but I came straight from the parking lot, having only arrived back on campus about ten minutes ago.
“Given that you also seem to have forgotten that this college has a uniform, perhaps you should consider seeking medical support, seeing as though your memory seems to be suffering at such a young age.”
Folding my arms, I direct my gaze to the professor. “Family emergency. It was either come like this, or not come at all.”
“And was this logged?” Instead of directing the question at me, Dr. Whine’s attention is on Tori.
Almost forgot she was his T.A.. Dr. Waste has her seated at her own special desk next to his, rather than where Quentin used to sit. Quentin knew the right answer to that question, but Tori’s green eyes are wide. She picks up the iPad in front of her, biting her lip. Then she glances up at me, then Syn, then back to me, before she looks up at Dr. Whatever.
“I don’t know how…” she mutters.
From the other side of Royal, I hear Syn exhale his irritation.
Sorry, Tor—wrong answer.
The professor walks over, takes the iPad from her hands and starts tapping at it.
I roll my eyes. “I left at three a.m.” I announce. “Didn’t really have the time to think about this—” Dr. West turns, looking over his shoulder at me, and I manage to refrain from calling his class a waste of time. “Class. When I left to come back, I thought I’d be able to make it in time. Or did you want me to use my phone while I was driving?”
He presses his lips together and hands Tori the iPad back. “Seeing as though it was a family emergency , I will let you off this time. Next time, I expect you to be in your uniform. I’d also recommend you read the manual for your Porshe as I believe they come with a hands-free phone connection these days.”
“I left both the Porche’s at home,” I tell him. “It’s a Maserati.”
“And you’re telling me a hundred-and-twenty-thousand-dollar car doesn’t come with an option to sync your phone?”
“It does. But you’re not important enough to be in my phonebook.” I give him a smug smile as a few people start sniggering.
Dr. Watson narrows his eyes. I’m waiting for him to throw me out, but instead, he turns to the class. “And here Mr. Remington has provided us with a perfect example of how, in today’s world, communication is not just key, but an expectation. Had this been a business arrangement, a contract might not have been breached here, but a customer would rightly assume that Mr. Remington has no interest or respect for them, and they would therefore take their business elsewhere.”
Smug fucker wouldn’t be able to afford my work.
Beside me, Royal types something in his messenger, and then my phone vibrates in my pocket. I pull it out and read his message.
Royal : Family emergency?
Gemini : Virgo drama.
Syn : She OK?
Gemini : Eric decided to cut off her cards. The guy she was with bought some coke, bailed, left her to pay.
Syn : I assume you being here means he’s dealt with?
Gemini : Yup.
“Is this family emergency ongoing, Mr. Remington?”
I look up from my phone. “Just taking notes. Don’t want to lose any hypothetical business in the future.”