Page 39 of Hello Kitten

“Adrian, the ...Please ... Out,” I pant.

He slides out of me and picks me up, carries me to the bathroom. He turns on the shower, then pulls me in with him. His lips press to mine, making up for every moment he didn’t kiss me while fucking.

His hands are rough when he kisses me softly, and turn rough when he bites me.

He pulls the toy out of my ass and turns off the shower, then spins me around before I can utter a word. His voice fills my ear. “I’m going to have your ass too.”

He works his thumb into me while his other hand palms my breast. “I’m having all of you, kitten.”

My face presses against the cold tiles and my hands follow.

“And while I fuck you in the ass, you’re going to call me ‘professor’ and nothing else. I want you to scream it,” he growls in my ear.

“Yes, professor. All night,” I whisper.

“Good girl.”

He slides into my pussy, his fingers stretching my ass and eases his cock out, then replaces his finger with it, with a slow thrust. My voice catches in my throat, but he fingers my pussy at the same time, calming the sparks of pain that echo through my body.

My eyes roll back, and I rock against him. “Professor.”

He thrusts harder. “Louder. You’re going to scream it.”

eighteen

“Iknow you’re awake,” Adrian says in the morning, pulling me against him. “And you’re mine until checkout.”

“I know,” I whisper.

“No more notes on your essays. No more promises once we get back,” he says gently. “But ...”

“No loopholes either,” I insist.

“If you keep watching me the way you do in class, we’ll have a problem.” He kisses the back of my shoulder. “How do you feel?”

I close my eyes. “I’m sore.”

“Then let me take care of you,” he says simply. “No sex, but I’m not leaving you in pain.”

I give in, letting him clean me in the shower, letting him feed me breakfast since he doesn’t want to leave the room.

“Tell me something about your tattoos,” I say as I run my finger over a few.

“This one,” he says, taking my finger to the sun on his bicep. “Every day is a new chance.”

He glides my hand down to his foot. “The rooster I got because of some old sailor belief that it was lucky, and I needed it.”

He then shows me a quote from his favorite story by Edgar Allen Poe. I listen, but don’t say much, not wanting him to stop sharing. Even though this soft side of him is killing me.

I open my mouth when he feeds me another piece of fruit.

“I said nothing gentle,” I say after I swallow.

“And last night I was plenty rough with you. Does your head hurt from all the choking? Your throat hurt from me fucking it? Your ass?”

I squirm. I expected to be in more pain than I’m in. But him being sweet like this is bugging me. He shouldn’t be nice. How am I supposed to yell at him if he doesn’t give me a reason?

“Everything is fine, Adrian. Remember what today is,” I whisper.

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