My Dark Jock: The Complete Series (My Dark Jock Series)

by Arden Long

“What if I keep you here, tied up on my table, with my plug vibrating inside your greedy hole, just ready and waiting for me whenever I want to play with you? Just a hole for my cock and nothing else. You’d have to wait here all day until I get back from class, until you’re dripping and begging for me to use you like a whore. I could tease you and torment you for as long as I wanted. And then maybe I’d take my time to really take you apart bit by bit, until you’re screaming. Or maybe I’d just fuck you raw.”

“This is to make sure no one gets you off but me. Your cock belongs to me now, and you don’t come, you don’t even get hard, without my permission.”

He’s so beautiful, and nice, and good. And messy, and impulsive. Everything I’m not. Everything I don’t let myself get involved in. And when he tried to kiss me I felt my control slip for just a moment . . . Because there’s a part of me deep down that wants more from him, more than I’ve ever wanted from anyone else. I’ve wanted it since I first laid eyes on him. But I can’t allow it. I can’t let him get too close. There are too many things that can go wrong. Too many things that can escape my control. And, honestly, I’m too much of a fucking coward.

I’m going to own his body, mind, and soul. He won’t be able to have a thought without me knowing about it. He’ll give me all of himself and receive nothing of me in return. He will be mine.

Like, desperate for more, eyes rolling back, “fuck me harder, daddy” loved it. So,

All this time I thought as long as I had him that would be enough. But it’s not, I don’t just want him, I want only him, and there’s a big fucking difference. Everyone and everything else pales in comparison to North.

“You’re mine, and I never”—I bite down for emphasis—“want to see anyone with you like that ever again.”

I thought I could deal with not being exclusive, but I was wrong. North is mine, and I don’t want anyone touching him, or even looking at him. The compulsion to own all of him is more than just a desire. It’s a driving force that I have no control over. His thoughts, his body, and each and every one of his desires—I need them all.

We just spend all of our time together, sleep in the same bed, fuck like rabbits, and absolutely obsess over each other. We don’t need a label for this, other than “fucking great.”

“The star of the college. You’re in your element on the field. But like this? This is what you were made for. You might be everyone’s golden boy out there, but in here, where it matters, you’re my toy.”