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“You make such pretty noises.” “Oh, shit,” she says from between clenched teeth. “Let me cum, you fucking sadist.”
“I don’t get you,” she murmurs into my neck. “One minute, you’re a sadistic bastard, then the next, such a gentleman.” “Which was I just now?” I cradle her in my arms. “Who knows?”
I’ve decided that his home reflects his personality. The upstairs is perfect, pristine, and polished but beneath the surface there’s darkness, decadence, and depravity.
Without meaning to, my gaze travels down to his bare feet. His toes are nearly twice as long as mine, with visible bones that stretch to the ankles. They end with short, clean nails that must have been shaped with a pedicure. When I meet his eyes, he tilts his head with his brow raised. I already know what he’s leaving unsaid. “It’s not a foot fetish,” I blurt.
“Hungry?” His deep voice hits me straight in the core. “Only for you.” The words spill from my lips before I can stop them.
It should be humiliating, moving around on all fours like I’m his pet, but there’s a freedom in following his orders that not only gives me a sense of safety and acceptance that I’ve never felt before but makes me giddy with desire.
“What are you trying to do? Kill me?” He barks a laugh, and pinches my clit with a gentle pressure that pushes me over another edge. The second orgasm is more bearable—less outer-body and more of a physical implosion. My inner muscles pulse and spasm to an imaginary beat that pumps ecstasy down to my trembling extremities. I jerk within my restraints as the professor releases the pressure of his fingers. It takes several heartbeats before my lips can form words. “Why?” I say through frantic breaths. “Why did you laugh?” “Did you know they call orgasms la petite mort?” he asks. “That’s little
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I may not be able to stop men from seeing me as disposable, but I sure as hell can stop myself from getting used.
“Don’t apologize. You’re just like my cat.” “Um…” I turn to shoot her a frown. “Why?” “She hides whenever she’s injured. It was okay when she was younger, because all she did was lick her wounds, but when she got old and started to hide, it was worrying.”
“Great, another harbinger of rejection,” I mutter. “All I need is Dad to show his face and my life will be complete.”
In a world where the word no needs to be backed up with violence, the only way to end an association cleanly is with a touch of cruelty.
“Cock and ball torture.” My stomach drops. The idea of kicking some guy in the balls sounds fine, but I don’t think I’d have the patience for the equivalent of what Professor did with the clit tickler.
“You know you have my utmost respect?” he asks with more bite. “Of course, but why—” “Because I’m about to fuck you here in this alleyway like I don’t,” he growls. “Any objections?”
“You’ll take your professor’s cock like a good little student. And don’t forget that I’ll be grading you for technique.”
“God can’t help you,” he says with a hard thrust that makes me choke on air. “But I’ll be the one who makes you pray for mercy.”
“A pussy plug. So that a part of me will be inside you when you go up to receive your degree.” “That’s romantic,” I mutter. He spanks my ass, making me clench around the toy. “Oh, that feels nice,” I say with a sigh.
When I turn back, Marius stands in front of me, holding a black jewelry box. I squeeze my thighs together. “Is that a necklace for me?” “A graduation gift.” He flips the box open. Inside is a delicate silver chain with an O ring. My gaze snaps up to meet his. “A permanent collar?” My voice turns breathy with awe. The warmth in his eyes melts my heart. “And a token of my eternal love.”
“Phoenix, will you consent to being my wife?” “Yes,” I say, my voice choked. He places the collar around my neck. “We’ll go shopping for a ring tomorrow.”
