Page 15 of Masters of Play

Fuck, why had I made that deal? It had been a long time since I'd had a good fuck. And with what Owen was packing, I knew it would be a phenomenal fuck.

"Hey, my eyes are up here." Owen grinned and shifted his hips.

I grabbed a pillow from the corner of the couch and threw it at him. He chuckled as he caught it.

"Go be a good girl and ace your assignment so I can fuck you senseless next week, okay, Dr. Prince?"

Oh, he was a smart one, all right. Dangling his carrot of a dick while engaging my need for praise as well as my competitive streak. Now not only were my endorphin levels off the chart, but the adrenaline had kicked in. I was off balance internally. But I somehow felt balanced enough to stand on my own two feet and walk out of the room.

Okay, I might have wobbled a bit. What girl wouldn't after reaching her highest level of orgasms scored in an hour? Owen planted a light kiss on my cheek and sent me off with a "See you after you pass your final, Dr. Prince."

I wobbled again as I walked out the door. I just had to make sure that I did pass. And to do that, I'd have to do some math. Ugh.

I walked out of the room without another word, intent on getting back to my dissertation. Before I could leave the club, Owen's reflection caught my gaze. But Owen never smirked. I had never kissed that cruel mouth.

I wondered if Alan's kisses would be punishing and demanding like he was. The gleam in his eyes dared me to come over and find out for myself.

"Don't drip on the floor, Kellie. I just cleaned up," Alan said as he wound the last bit of rope around his arm. He bent over and placed the rope in a duffle bag, along with his cleaning supplies.

I stood staring at the belly of the bag, trying to remember exactly how to walk away. Something or other about putting one foot in front of the other. The problem was neither of my legs wanted to be the first to move away from him.

"You realize that professor of yours wants to fuck you," said Alan as he swaggered toward me.

Just like my legs wouldn't move, neither of my lips wanted to part to take on that particular statement. Or maybe they wouldn't move because Alan's gaze was locked in on my mouth. It felt like if I made any sudden moves, he'd be on me.

"It's because you're a student that he hasn't already fucked you, am I right?"

"I don't know what Professor Sinead wants other than me to be a math wiz."

"I thought you were a wiz, Kellie. I thought you were the smartest girl in the class."

Alan was standing so close to me that I could smell the vanilla on his lips. His brother smelled of chocolate and he of vanilla. It was a heady combination. It was scrambling my brains.

And he was complimenting me. That always made me squirm in the good way.

"Why don't you do what he wants?" Alan said. "You’re usually such a good girl."

"Am not." Why did he always turn me into a brat? I was a strong, confident woman. But damn if I didn't want this man to take me over his knee.

"I think he's right, though," I admitted. "I think I do need to have a quantitative portion to my work. The asshole."

"You know what I think?" Alan reached for one of my locks. He twined it around his index finger in a mirror motion of what his brother had done to me just moments ago. "I think you're stalling for my dick."

"Puh-lease," I huffed. "I'm saving you from my bomb-ass pussy because it'll ruin you for others."

"That's very thoughtful of you, Kellie."

"You're welcome. I'm a thoughtful kinda girl."

Alan rubbed his thumb against my coiled hair until the blood drained from his index finger. He was standing close enough to kiss me. Unlike his brother, he didn't lean in.

"Why don't you just fuck me now?" I asked. "Clearly you want to."

"You do realize edging is my kink."

Yeah, I did realize that. Alan liked to push his play partners to the edge of pleasure, bring them back, and push them to the edge again. When I'd told him that he'd have to wait until after I graduated to have me, it engaged his kink. Of course it did. It wasn't my first day at this rodeo.

"And once I finish my paper," I said, "and you fuck me, that'll be all."

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