Page 91 of Lorcan's Obsession

Me: I can be the dinner too ?? ?? ??

No fucking answer for five whole hours? Who the fuck did he think I was? I’d just put myself in a deeply vulnerable place for him by agreeing to the move-in talks, and he just ghosts me because he’s in a funk?

Nuh-uh. No way. If I was going to put myself out there to keep our relationship steady, Lorcan would have to do the same. I’d bring him to his knees and give us both the best night of our lives. Time to take matters into my own hands.

I took the train to the nearest mall and straight into a lingerie shop.

The shop assistant browsed the catalog with me, showing me their latest corsets, crotchless panties, and harnesses. None of them tickled my fancy. We’d already used all of those in our sex play; we needed something completely different to jumpstart our bedroom time. On a whim, I asked if they carried any sex costumes. To my delight, she brought out a slutty nurse, a naughty student, and a dirty nun.

All three outfits were sensual and arousing, but I wasn’t sure which role Lorcan would enjoy most, so I bought all three.

While heading to his apartment, I pondered about the perfect outfit for the evening. Playing doctor would mean medical jargon and descriptive sentences, and his brain was already fried. A bishop disciplining a nun was too tame for us, so that was off the table. But if I played a naughty schoolgirl, that gave Lorcan several ways to run the scene. He could be my professor, strict principal, or the ultimate school disciplinarian.

Bratty schoolgirl it was.

As soon as I got to Lorcan's apartment, I laid out the slutty student outfit on the massive king-size bed. It was clear just how skimpy the outfit would be on my body. The snow-white blouse had its three top buttons removed, and the red, green, and white checkered skirt would barely cover my ass. I couldn’t help the grin spreading across my face. Lorcan wouldn’t be able to resist my charms now in this outfit.

My man wouldn’t be home for another two hours, which gave me just enough time to nail this presentation. Preparations began with a relaxing bubble bath, a shimmering cream moisturizer, and a perfume that would make Lorcan beg to lick my skin. Once that process was complete, I tackled straightening my curls and applying makeup.

My unruly curls resisted submission at first, but my straightener was stronger. After thirty minutes of wrangling, the result was a tantalizing pair of pigtails that made the struggle worth it. As for the makeup, I was going all out for tonight, so nothing but the most runway-worthy face would do. By the time I finished, my look was screaming bratty lips and bedroom eyes, just like I wanted.

Finally, I put on the sexy outfit. I wore my best push-up bra underneath the blouse, and puckered my breasts together until they spilled out seductively. For my legs, I chose knee-high white socks with red stripes running across the top, and a pair of black Converse sneakers to complete the look. Twirling in front of the full-length mirror, I admired the fruits of my labor. This get-up made me pretty damn sexy, even if I did say so myself. The only thing left was crossing my fingers and praying it had the intended effect on Lorcan.

I downed my second glass of Kir Royale and sauntered into the living room to wait for my sullen Greene.

Another ten minutes had passed when he opened the door. His eyes went saucer-wide when he saw me in the foyer.

“Fuck!” he said, chiseled jaw slack. “Baby! You look…” He bit his lower lip and ran a hand down his face. “Fuck. Me.”

“That’s right, professor. I’m here for the extra credit.” My hand toyed flirtatiously with one of the pigtails before I popped a giant bubble of the pink gum I was chewing.

Lorcan took two steps toward me. His gaze declared all of the depraved desires he was barely holding back, and that boosted my confidence a fuckton. I would have him in the bedroom in no time.

"Baby,” he started, “I really love everything you have going on, and I would love nothing more than to fuck you into oblivion. But my patience is strained to its limits right now. If I hadn’t kept you away, I don’t know if I could have controlled myself."

Really? That was his excuse after refusing to open up to me? Well, I wasn’t taking no for an answer. I moved closer to him, pushing up my bosom.

"Professor, I need a straight ‘A’. And I'm willing to work hard, hard…for it."

I massaged my breasts sensually, staring pointedly at his crotch.

"I’m sure you are an excellent student,” Lorcan answered, licking and biting his lips in desperation. “If I recheck your work, I'll give you the proper grade.”

He was losing the war between logic and lust. His cock was pressing against his seams, ready to fly out.

I went in for the kill. Batting my lashes seductively, I began stroking his rock-hard shaft over his pants.

"But, professor, I don't deserve the grade you gave me. I cheated. I let other guys do my homework."

Lorcan’s body went rigid. Waves of anger radiated off him. I might as well have spelled it out that I traded pussy for homework assistance. Was it true? No. Did it matter if it got my man into the role? Also no.

And he got into the role instantaneously. His hand flew to my throat, choking me and pushing me backward. A victorious smile coated my red lips as I recognized where he was leading me.

Very soon, I felt the base of the footboard press against my bare leg. Standing at the edge of the bed, Lorcan licked the shell of my ear, then traced his tongue all the way down my jawline. His charred voice was stern.

"You will be punished. Very hard. No one else is supposed to touch your homework. If you have questions, you come to me. If you need help, you come to me. Only me."

“Y-yes, professor.”

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