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His thrusts were steady, and each one came with him flicking my clit with his tongue. The pressure slowly built in my core, radiating to every limb on my body. My tears flowed freely under the blindfold as I tried to think of anything but the pleasure he was giving me. He quickened his thrusts that brought me to the edge, my body quivering, and then he pulled out.

He moved up and bit down on my nipple, eliciting a scream from me, my body shaking.

“Please, sir.” I sobbed.

His scruff scratched my jaw as he whispered, “You know what I want, pet.”

I sniffled. This wasn’t fair. This wasn’t what I wanted, but my body screamed that it wanted him, whoever it was.

“Sir, please fuck me,” I sobbed, missing his touch.

HIs tongue ran down my ear. “Good girl.”

I melted. He quickly undid the restraints on my ankles and gently pulled my fingers away from the bar.

Still struggling to catch my breath, he flipped me around on my hands and knees and moved my hands to another bar.

I tightened my grip as I heard the ruffle of clothes and the ripping of a foil packet. The next thing I knew, he was behind me and thrusting all the way in. I sobbed at the intrusion, the burning.

He reached around and rolled my nipples between his fingers and thumbs. I cried out, but when he released me, he massaged them, easing the pain as he started his slow thrusts.

He ran his hand down my spine as he quickened his pace. As much as I didn’t understand it, my body started pushing back, meeting him thrust for thrust.

I started climbing again as he took turns between tweaking my nipples and easing them with his gentle massages.

Sweat moved down my brow and when he moved his hand down, rubbing my clit as his thrusts became sporadic. He dug one hand into my hip and pinched my clit as my body tensed and I screamed. Everything became heavy and my hands couldn’t hold me up anymore. He caught me before I fell on the bed, making shushing sounds in my ear.

He pulled my fingers away from the bar and lowered me to the bed before he slipped out and his weight left the bed. I opened my eyes, but they were still covered with the blindfold. My tormentor ran a warm cloth between my legs, then pulled me into his arms. I couldn’t think. It felt like I was floating above everything. After everything, I hadn’t hated it. Maybe he’d get me out of his system, but he’d been the only one I’d been with, so maybe that’s how it would be. I needed to find an opportunity to ask. But what did it matter? It wasn’t like I had any choice in either, anyway.

11

OLIVER

I watchedas the students stressed over the test I handed out. Natalie looked tired. I thought for sure I would be able to get her out of my system, but after two weeks of being with her every evening, I only wanted her more. She would be the end of me, and I knew I needed to pull back. After the first week, Drew stopped asking if I was going to release her. I woke up with her on my mind and couldn’t get her off it. Two nights ago, I had striped her ass and sent her home needy and wet. Yesterday after my classes I picked up my phone to text her, but flung it across the room instead. She was a drug, and I couldn’t wait for my next hit. She started out as a curiosity, but quickly became an obsession.

Tonight, I was going to go to a mixer with the other Lyndhurst girls. Maybe if I fucked someone else, I could get her off my mind. Fucking Natalie every which way hadn’t done it. Not fucking her made it worse. What the hell was it about her?

Natalie Davis, as much as she denied it, was a slut for pain. I found that when I sent her home without an orgasm, she was willing to do anything the next time we came together. Running my hands through my hair, I calmed my breathing. Teaching class with a semi was far from professional. Today had been hell. I’d hardly slept and if I could have found someone to fill in for my class, I would have, but Drew would have pressed to know what was wrong. I needed to put space between Natalie and me, but I wasn’t ready to turn her back over to the Elite. Even the thought of her with someone else made me see red.

I looked up from my desk to see Natalie jump in her seat. She glared at Trevor.

“Miss Davis?” I asked, raising my brow.

She shook her head. “Sorry sir.”

I loved the way she called me sir.

Trevor smirked, and I watched him move his hand back to his lap. He’d grabbed her leg. He grabbed her. She was mine. I gritted my teeth. He had no business touching her.

I stood and walked to the front series of tables. “Miss Davis, since you insist on distracting the class, I want you front and center.” I was supposed to be weaning myself off of her, but I’d be damned if he was going to touch her in front of me.

She nervously swallowed and gathered her belongings before relocating to the front of the room. Her eyes went wide as she stood before me. I motioned toward the chair. Why hadn’t I called her last night?

Agreeing silently, she lowered herself down cautiously, a soft moan escaping her lips. I turned to cover the smile on my face as I walked back to my desk. Her ass had been bright red the last time we’d been together. God, she was so wet when I slid into her warmth. I’d been happy she’d been late. She was the one tied up, but in a sense, so was I.

Natalie kept her head down for the rest of class as she finished her test. When Trevor finished, he stopped next to her and before he could say anything, I cleared my throat. He glared at me as he moved to the door.

I didn’t miss her exhale when he left.

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