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At that, she takes my dick and starts choking herself. She likes to be degraded. I grab her hair again and tightly pull on it. Dirty whore wants me to talk nasty. I grab her head and fuck her throat a few times before pulling out.

"You want me to talk down to you, Duchess?"

She’s about to drown in my cum as she tries to nod. I hold her head in place and fuck her face until I fill her throat with my cum. She’s humming, tickling the head of my dick. I keep fucking her because it feels too good to be true. She wants me to degrade her? It turns her on? Is that why she’s degrading me? Fucking whore. I shove my dick as far as possible in her throat and then I pull out.

She gasps for air, wiping the drool from her lips as she glares at me. I stare into her watery eyes, seeing a new side to her. One that I need to make sure I can keep up with or she’ll find some other sick fuck to fulfill that need.

I grab her chin and murmur, "Duchess, if you want that to be your pussy next time, be a good fucking girl until Friday. If you come to my game, I’ll return your precious journal. But if you pull anything fucking dumb before then, then I’ll burn it right in front of your eyes and then I’ll fuck this pretty mouth until you pass out. Do you understand?"

She grabs my dick. "And this dick better not fuck anything until Friday. Do you understand?"

I smile. "You don’t make the rules."

She squeezes my cock. "I do now, and I don’t share."

I lean down, pinching her pussy lips. "Neither do I, baby. You’re still under punishment for sitting on Jack’s face."

"Jealous? I can sit on yours."

"No, I have to go."

She crosses her arms. "Of course you do, you self-centered asshole."

I grab her face and say, "Watch your fucking mouth."

"I didn’t come, asshole!"

"I didn’t come when we were in the garden, Duchess. All is fair and even now."

And with that, I turn and leave. Let her ache for me until Friday. And if she can’t listen to rules then the basement is where she will go.

Only time will tell.

Chapter 15

The memories come uninvited, the way they always do when I'm alone with my thoughts. My mother's apartment, the parade of men, the sounds that filtered through too-thin walls. But one night stands out, carved into my mind like a scar.

I was too young to understand, but old enough to remember. The TV's blue glow spilling into the hallway, adult noises mixing with my mother's voice—first pleading, then demanding. The man was all muscle and darkness, leaving bruises like fingerprints on her skin.

That night taught me things no child should learn: that pleasure and pain live too close together, that control is an illusion we pretend to have, that sometimes we want what we're supposed to fear.

I've kept my relationships safe since then. Careful. Controlled. But what happened with Brody tonight... it has awakened something I didn’t know existed within me. Thatdangerous dance between fear and desire, between resistance and surrender.

The good girl playing her cello, following all the rules—maybe she's just another illusion. Maybe the real me is the one who got addicted to that stranger's touch, who craves the edge of danger.

My fingers drag across strings, creating something dark and discordant. The music that pours out isn't pretty or precise. It's raw. Hungry.

Like me.

If I get punished for being a bad girl, then why the hell am I going to be good?

"You better not be going to the game on Friday," Kiah says, eyeing the Ravens Hockey shirt still on my desk. "I'm so done with Jack. I’m so traumatized."

"It was a crazy night." I touch the shirt's fabric, remembering how it appeared on my bed. "I'm sorry it ended badly for you."

"You cannot go to the game," she declares. She crosses her arms with a pout.

"Oh my god, Kiah. I'm not entertaining a bunch of psychopaths." But even as I say it, something thrills in my blood. What would Brody do if I deliberately disobeyed? How would he punish me for being bad? "I’m going to hang out here, practice my cello, do some homework, and mind my own business, okay?"

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