Page 100 of Brutal Savior

As her high fades, she opens her eyes, watching me expectantly. Assuming I’ll turn the plug off. No such luck. I tip my head to the side as she squirms again, now looking more uncomfortable. “Problem?”

“The plug. It’s still going.”

“The lecture isn’t finished yet. He’s not even halfway through his slides.”

As her mouth drops open, I slide my fingers through her drenched pussy and over her clit. “Let’s see how many times I can make you come before he’s done.”

“But—”

“No more talking.”

By the time the lecture ends, we’re up to five orgasms, and Quinn is pleading with me to stop over and over again in a plaintive voice that almost wins me over but not quite. Her face is bright red, sweat coats her skin, and her eyes are vacant, staring into nothing as her body trembles. Her bottom lip is swollen from how hard she’s bitten it to keep quiet.

Fucking perfect.

When I shut the vibrations off, she blinks at me, closes her eyes, and breathes out a long, tired sigh. “Jesus Christ.”

The lights come up, and I nod at her disheveled clothing. “Might want to tidy yourself up. You look like you’ve been fucked six ways to Sunday.”

She jolts, tugging the T-shirt straight and smoothing down the skirt. I give the top of her head a kiss. “You’ll thank me as soon as we get home.”

Her whisper is an outraged squeak. “Thank you?”

“You’re welcome.”

She opens her mouth to snap back, but Gabriel appears. “Proud of yourself? Poor Brian worked hard on that presentation, and I think half the room was too busy ogling Quinn to hear a word.”

Quinn groans and latches on to me, face buried in my shirt. She mumbles into my chest, “Were people really watching?”

Gabriel catches my eye and winks. “I’m afraid so. Everyone will be talking about it for days. I even saw Kendrick staring, and he didn’t look pleased.”

“That’s it. I’m never leaving the house again.”

“Fine by me.” I pick her up and fling her over my shoulder.

“Put me the hell down!” She claws at my back. It drives her mental when I carry her about—it must remind her just how helpless she really is—but I ignore her. I give Gabriel a high-five, then head out of the lecture theater, making sure to stop and talk to as many people as possible on the way out.

Quinn’s skirt has ridden up, and she slaps at my back, but it’s like getting smacked by a kitten. I’ll make sure to tell her that later.

By the time we reach our flat, she’s given up fighting and is muttering to herself about what an asshole I am. I’m not going to argue with her. I’ve let her decorate however she wants, and it’s all funky colors and weird shit but with some concessions to the things I like, too.

She made a feature out of the Western posters, ordering more and adding a few cowboy touches, too. Crossed horseshoes hang beneath a giant stuffed boar’s head decorated with bells hangingfrom the tusks. She’s threatening to source an elk head after our initiation, once we move to our permanent home.

She even asked Candice to find some Westham memorabilia to replace the stuff she destroyed, and it’s proudly displayed in a locked glass cabinet.

I dump her on the bed. She tucks her knees up and pushes herself to a seated position, wary eyes locked on me.

This moment is always my favorite, the part when she knows I’m deciding exactly what to do to her and has absolutely no choice in the matter. I decide to draw it out a little longer, though I’m rock-hard and desperate to be inside her. Watching her orgasm over and over almost fucking killed me.

“What do you think, love? Should I fuck your pussy or your arse today?”

“Pussy.” She says it without drawing a breath, and I smile. So predictable. I’ve got her arse well trained now, but she’ll still choose pussy every time. Add to that she must be sore from the vibrating plug, and I’m sure she’s desperate for me to listen to her just this once.

Bad luck, sweetheart.

“Nah. I’m not in the mood.”

I flip her face down on the bed, press my hand on her neck, and force her legs apart with my knee. No need to be gentle today; she’s already had her fun. I can make this quick, rough, and dirty.

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