Page 135 of Saved By My Buyers

“Was there really something you wanted to ask me about?” I question, yawning. It’s been a long damn week.

“Yeah, actually. Are you happy at the school?” he asks, turning to face me suddenly. “I’m aware that I’m not the only place that would be able to help your musical career as a songwriter. It’s silly to think so. I have connections and blah, blah, blah, but you don’t have to be here to benefit from them. Is the bullshit too much?”

“I don't think so,” I tell him. “No one has pissed in my locker or stolen my shit. Yes, that’s the baseline I go by. I don’t feel particularly unsafe when I come into work, either. There are only two people that really make me want to knock their heads together, otherwise, I’m able to ignore it most of the time.”

“Okay, good. I don’t want you to feel obligated to put up with things you don’t want to do,” he says. “I’m trying to wrap my head around what you said about people pissing in your locker though, because anyone who did that would be in fucking jail and expelled from this school.”

“Isn’t that life, though?” I remind him. “I think the important thing is weighing what makes it all worth it.”

“Yo, Dee. We’re meeting again on Sunday,” Ivan yells out as he leaves.

“Fuck a duck,” I mutter, making Sullivan snort. “Okay!”

“Really, that’s what you went with?” Sullivan asks.

“Yep,” I grunt. “I’m hangry and tired. I’ll see you when I see you.”

Ciara drives me home, and Jack is waiting downstairs to walk me inside.

“I’m going to feed you, send you to take a shower, and then fuck you senseless,” he growls in my ear as we go up the elevator.

“I hear a lot of promises,” I tease him, leaning against him. “What if I wanted a low key night and to watch you fuck our girl?”

The elevator doors open and I start to walk out, only to realize that Jack hasn’t moved.

“Is that what you want?” he asks.

I think about what we talked about once about him fucking her ass, and swallow hard. I’ve been doing a lot of work with my therapist recently, and I think I’ve begun to shift my mindset.

While I’m not ready to attempt anal with Jack, I wouldn’t mind watching him and Bee together. I need to see what her experience is.

I think I’ll trust it a little more if I can witness that she’s enjoying it.

“Yes, it is,” I say, watching him slowly stalk toward me.

Jack’s fingers wrap around my throat as he gazes down at me, and I relax into his grip.

“You constantly amaze me,” he murmurs. “Are you feeling adventurous enough to play? Push those fingers into your ass while you fuck your cunt with a toy?”

My breaths get faster at his words, and I can feel myself getting wet. Bit by bit, Jack is helping me to rewrite my story.

“You like that, don’t you, baby?” he growls, his thumb pushing my head further back so he can give me a filthy kiss. Jack makes me feel safe, his hand grounds me firmly from floating away as he pulls my soul out of my body with his lips.

“Yes,” I pant, chest heaving. “Please.”

“So goddamn strong and perfect,” Jack murmurs. “Let’s go into the apartment before I lose it and fuck you against the wall.”

Squeaking, I pull away from him, hurrying to the apartment entrance. My OBGYN appointment is on Monday, so I really can’t fuck him, not the way he very clearly wants. Jack unlocks the door, and I can feel his erection against my back, even though he's not grinding on me.

It’s more of a “Hi, I’m here, cocks get hard”, kind of way.

Hurrying inside, I can hear Jack chuckling under his breath as he follows me.

“Are you okay?” Bee asks, watching us from the couch as I pull off my jacket and hang it up. My mittens, scarf, earmuffs, and boots come off next, and then I’m walking toward her.

“Is Jack chasing you or were you a bad girl? Do I get to watch him spank you again?”

“You’re such a brat,” I mutter, crawling onto the couch and laying on top of her. “Have I mentioned how much I hate group projects?”

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